Esco 3000
My Mutiny Scrutiny
i need to be tutored to your silent mutiny
you see, your mute rebellion is disheveling
the powers that be
though far from loud...and i see too that you
need new ears for your uprising to fall silent upon
i tried sign language, read your mind with my palm
your deaf threats will not go unnoticed
i once thought your exhalation exclamations were unheard of
as you rest your eyes, i'm sure your incessant glares don't impress the sky
yet i still chase ways to get down with your silent uprising
trying to balance my time without dissapointing the cause
the tipping point is gripping my heart
as i await the chips' descent
in attempt to have my voice heard under this lip zipped dissent
but the silence is drowning me
drinking your noiseless voice
the passion of your mass...it bounces off the walls
every account drumming in my ears, as i plummet for fear of discovery
i let out an offering to this silent communion
communicating in ways unimagined
my pride becoming unfastened
trapped in the crossfire
of this silent action...
You're breaking the mold, daring difference
Our relationship began sweet but soured up until the bitter end
i've written ten fold about this mute madness
sending telepathic love taps
cutting the tension without uttering a sentence
trapped in an invisible box, unable to speak with this elephant in the room
i think i've gone nuts...
now my metaphor is eating at me, every near-word misleading my train of thought
i wonder when you'll break your oath of silence
thus far it's been handled with care
there were times when you fought for the cause, and that's rare
and now we stare, eyes embraced
my mind is racing and it's taking it's toll, listen!
now you've gone and claimed poll position
you control the arena, without even a sigh in the wind
you begin crying then...a victorious gladiator
lost upon exiting the lions den
you've claimed your prize, a sentence or two
maybe more, i wait dejected for what you have in store
and yet you serve to suprise
silent uprising has won your gun, our weapon of choice being words
and yet for me you have none.
funny how the first cut is the deepest
and now i'm up in arms
at war with myself
for forever holding my peace.
1luv.