Words Too

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I write like this, to violate you,
Use words, to isolate you;
Verbally assaulting your mind.
A forced game of seek and find.
XXX, flashy billboards, you give a second look.
With words, like the tattered pages of an old book.
Words uttered in reproach,
As you were caught mid-stroke.
Never mind what was in your own head.
Assaults of thought, on the unthinking, or dead.
Words, forced thought, driven like nails, or planted like seeds.
Mouthing hard words, could be impressive, indeed;
But proves meaningless in the understanding of hard things.
When comprehension sinks in, you feel that words can sting.
Words are incomprehensible nonsense and knowledge,
Yet meaningless, words, can drive you to the edge.
Your imagination takes place in words, and when,
You stand there listening, you will hear them.
Words change as hearts beat and breathe.
Hearts change, as words fall on our ears and leave.
Words can suffocate, murder, or start a religion.
Word of the Holy Grail became a mission.
Men gave lives over the utterances of sound.
Do you hear words with your ear to the ground?
What are you listening for?
Sounds to clear life’s path or open a door?
A psychic’s words that are full of predictions?
Does it explain why words are full of contradictions,
Yet hold the measure and value of things?
Words tell of what we should whisper, what we should sing.
Words bring us sadness, or can bring us good cheer.
Words surrender to the waiting world‘s deaf ears.
Who wants to hear, that which means nothing?
Meaningless words that want to mean something.
Semantics expressed to impose insignificant stature.
Can words paint the meaning of human nature?
Not any more than words can describe love or trust,
Or why a whore, works not for greed, but for lust.
Was your dose of synaesthesia effective?
Next time you should be more selective.
Words, after all, are acupuncture for the mind.
Words, tell all, tell nothing, and tell time.
I can continue to explain, but it falls on deaf ears,
Words can be ugly, they can explain our fears,
They can be beautiful, full of sunshine and glistening.
After all, why are you still listening?

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