NEVER CEASE TO SPEAK #poetry by jay

Why is it that it’s taboo to speak truth 

when the truth is ugly and vile?

Especially when you address the truth 

of the dead- the people that have died

those that have left behind, 

the affronts, the hurt, the stink, 

your open wounds left to fester,

I find it indigestible, hard to swallow

the lump in my throat is

a rock, a pebble, a stone, 

a pit falls from the rotten fruit

renders me a blind, deaf, muted 

forgotten denial,

un-levied bank of a corrupted 

fantastical life, you smile

strange, sinister, frozen 

without a gasp, or a breath.

It’s unfathomable 

the grace we give to the dead 

those who’ve left before you 

and left for you, the pain of their lashings, 

as if the living were not worth living-

when it was their brutal marks, the outright

slashing of the heart, the attempted murder

of your soul, that has left you dangling here,

as if you were inanimate, without hurt

As is the day we change

As is the day we breathe 

As is the air of release

The oxygen so sweet, so sweet

the outcome is in our favor,

unleash the silence, speak loud to truth 

and back down never,

to vile compliance.

Never cease to speak truth to silence.

©Jay Mora-Shihadeh- Revised 7-6-21

Photo Credit- Pixabay

4 thoughts on “NEVER CEASE TO SPEAK #poetry by jay

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    1. Dear Jay Mora-Shihadeh,

      I concur with Grace. Thank you for sharing your poem titled “NEVER CEASE TO SPEAK”.

      I particularly like these four lines:

      Why is it that it’s taboo to speak truth

      when the truth is ugly and vile?

      unleash the silence, speak loud to truth

      Never cease to speak truth to silence.

      I look forward to interacting with you more. It would be best to use a desktop or laptop computer with a large screen to view the rich multimedia contents available for heightening your multisensory enjoyment at my blog, which could be too powerful and feature-rich for iPad, iPhone, tablet or other portable devices to handle properly or adequately.

      May you and Grace enjoy the weekend to your satisfaction!

      Sending you and Grace the following three monkeys: 🙈 🙉 🙊

      Yours sincerely,


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