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