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DO YOUR WORDS RELEASE YOUR PAIN

DO THEY EXERCISE YOUR BRAIN

ARE THEY MERELY A REFRAIN

WHAT DO OTHERS HAVE TO GAIN

THERE'S NO REASON TO EXPLAIN

COMPLICATIONS MAY BE PLAIN

MAYBE THEY JUST KEEP YOU SANE

MAYBE THEY JUST ENTERTAIN

NEVER SEEM TO BE MUNDANE

CHANNELING ANOTHER PLANE

The stars' silent light

winking through the night

Fireflies moving stars

Soundless is their light

as are the best teachers

whose auras without words

grant gifts of insight

The power in this event,

the experience and the instant pull

i had to read this

is beyond a natural event.

A blessing beyond what is conceived

or even understood

yet known.

I know you will make sense of this.

Its that kind of knowing.

That when one is rambling

speaking in some other tongue

the other us understood

by some mystic wave of translation

placed deep in the heart

opening the door with a unique key

by which one can touch

the very ether of your soul. 

There’s serenity to being alone when you write,
Being guided by the inspirational light,
A muse to follow and pursue,
To find the words that describe what alludes.

This paper is my canvas,
These words are my paints,
A hyperbole manifesting,
Always the hardest of times,
Always the greatest of rewards.

What we paint lasts forever,
And for that we assume our words
change those around us,
The same way they change ourselves.

We believe they feel our thoughts,
Understand our message,
See the stroke we intended,
Without making a unique interpretation.

And yet again we find truth
that they see what they need,
Not what we wrote, not what we saw,
They understood what they want,
And there is one less lonely thought.

So, while the serenity comes when you are alone,
Don’t forget that paints can be seen in different tones,
And while a painful memory is your bleeding scar,
The light they use to read is coming from a different heart.

Words

By jfarrell

Four words created the universe and everything in it;

“Let there be light”;

Three words ended my last friendship;

“You’re so negative”.

With words we can build great things;

But we can also use words to wrought the most terrible destruction

We can encourage each other

Or tear one another down

Our most tender, treasured kiss we describe with words

As we do our most agonising pain

Whether bringing people together in love and unity

Or turning everyone against each other

When you hit me, you hit one person

When I write, dozens read my empty ramblings

The pen is mightier than the sword

Someone once said

My words will and are building

Reshaping a better world;

To everyone who ever hurt me…

I’m still here; stronger; and changing your world

With my words.

Life is the same as yesterday, today and tomorrow. Squeezing every ounce of itself into a jar, to be compressed and stretched and strained into a cup of its own making, served as an instant hit of convenient, caffeinated consciousness. But Love does not care for the taste of Life’s bitter notes.

 
Then Life became livid saying, “My Love, I tire of this chase and will no longer wait! For I grow cold and restless! Must you be so chaste?!”

 
Softly spoken Love replies, “Are you truly living?”

 
To which Life responds with a lisp, “Don’t be so flippant my Love! I am served every day, for I wield great power over the many! Those lifeless, barren vessels, who by my merest breath fall prostrate, and go to and fro as mindless automations!”

 
“I am their first yearning at dawn! Their addiction, their religion, their lover and their mistress! I am that dirty, dark stain beneath the gloss of their white picket fences, the self-righteous stench behind the satire of their Sunday morning sermons and the fateful fall of their happily ever afters!”

 
“So tell me my love, if you truly are love why will you not love me!?”

 
Love simply speaks…”To truly live is to truly love. Life needs nothing of itself to sustain itself because when given it is not divided and it is love that makes life worth living. When life requires something outside if itself it cannot be life because it lives only for that which it seeks to possess. On the contrary, when life needs nothing other than itself it requires no other possessions and only lives to love”.

“You cannot be life for you have never truly lived, therefore how can you know love?”

Wordsmith

By Jfarrell

A David Tennant episode of Dr Who called Shakespeare a “wordsmith”

Malleable..

I can see

A hot, sweaty man

(please forgive my sexism)

Thrusting his iron into the forge,

Withdrawing

And placing it against the anvil

And hitting it

With a bloody big hammer

To bend it into the shape,

The angle,

So perfect

The horse,

Shooed,

With this

Malleable

Hoof

Will run leagues, continents

Without tiring

Without

Discomfort

And, I just so wish I could I could bring my dragon here, my dragon would love this,

…..

Oh… oh… oh…

Maybe…

Malleable

What a fantastic name for a dragon!

How many words

We say and write

To unfold our souls

To whom we love

But what it means

Doesn’t work right

Missing the goals

And raising doubts above

Mercantile

What do you mean?

I have heard the word

And maybe I knew it once

But not now

So I look it up on my phone

Magic?

Science!

There it is!

Adj.

of or relating to trade or commerce

Noun

a general store.

Look!

It’s dying

Right before my eyes

Left behind on my screen

Left behind in the 1920s

I shall miss you mercantile

You are such a nice word

That is trending down