Words
I think of birds as words of a feather
Lay them down together and they become one...
One heart, one mind, one soul.
If most unkind they can destroy you
Employ a decoy of value
That will never have you there or care about your self
On the shelf you’ll go; Forgotten and unseen
Hands never clean.
Words can move mountains, sprout up like fountains
Make us soar ever more to all that we adore
Actions mere fractions that we used to implore
Even the simplest is minute in interest down to the core
But just one word can settle the score.
Have you ever heard words more absurd than spoken by a drunken fool?
Vile and mean, nasty and cruel, lesser a man would knock him from his stool.
Eardrums suffer as they puffer from vulgarities
But he does not care;
He will spare you none of these.
Words can purposely be obvious to being novice to your touch
So wry and dry they’d cry to hear you sing a lullaby
Sweet notes like anecdotes hypnotic in nature
A harmonious tonic it’s nomenclature.
A drone of a clone of being alone, my heart has broken apart
Too smart for my own good;
Alone and misunderstood.
My love for words is deep and true
They make me high and they make me blue
They make me cry and they make me sing
All I know is there is no more beautiful thing
For if I did not have my words I would be mute
A soldier without a sword, death would only be so astute.
I repent what the devil doth try to slither in my ear;
I will not quiver.
I will not fear.
(2012)
