This new collection of poetry and prose by author MJR offers raw and honest insight into the poet’s thoughts. In a no-holds-barred journey that ranges from the serious and solemn to the unexpected and provocative, the poet exposes personal feelings and emotions through life experiences. From the melancholy “Sorrow” to the introspective “Weep Not, For Me,” the pieces in this collection capture the emotions of each unique situation. I Can’t Hear What You’re Saying… seeks not only to invoke emotional responses like laughter and tears, but also provoke introspection, that we may find our own path—a personal adventure of selfdiscovery. Evil Evil is the entity which takesWithout compunction, compassion, nor endRarely gives, unless strategically; for theirimageUnconscious of the damage left in its wake;or uncaringCaveat emptor, business is businessWhat about me? self-centered in itsthoughtsIt walks through life, a cancer, living uponothersDevouring what it wants, what it needs, whatit takesEven when still in use, not theirs, not deadA mollusk, leaching, draining life fromothersUntil they are just too tired to fight, give upDevoured alive by the relentless selfishnessTo take, take, take, resources, energy, lovePervert it, alter its stateForever damaging the former host beyondrecognitionUntil it ceases to exist, is no moreBefore moving to the nextEvil takes