From the Mouth of the Infected

From the Mouth of the Infected

A Poem by Joshua J. Certain

I hear the voices of many screaming in unison,


trying to understand what they are and not understand what they say,


They repeat the same words,


and infect them with their own selfish motives,


A thought process that borders in the back mind of all,


A thought process that starts to make people blind,


To think your actions have no consequences,


Thinking the filth that pours from your mouth is only words,


To betray your fictional god,


How far do you think you can take this,


create a plague that wipes out humanity


and the finger comes pointing at the sound of your voice,


Look at all the others that follow Key,


there is no cure for this infection,


It spreads like wildfire among the masses,


we all have the infection,


No one is free,


it is has gone so deep as to program its self into us,


to become our nature,


And they told you words don't hurt,


Words kill,


Communication is disease

and we all look back
it roots from the liars mouth.

© 2011 Joshua J. Certain


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"Communication is disease

and we all look back
it roots from the liars mouth"

Nicely done!

~M.Babu~

Posted 12 Years Ago


love the imagery in this its a very well written piece well done on anothr great poem i look forward to other grat pices like this from you ^_^

Posted 12 Years Ago


A venom that knows or has a cure, a well written piece, good read.

Posted 12 Years Ago


I couldn't agree more.. great write..xx

Posted 12 Years Ago


It is contagious our words and the venom it can speard. Pretty good Josh. Alot of great imagery. xo ;p

Posted 12 Years Ago



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In a dark place I awoke. I believe it was around the age of twelve. I picked up a pen and wrote a poem tilted "Broken light". That was years ago and that poem is long gone. I started a whole mess of.. more..

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