WORDS ARE WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION.

Some words are hard to say

They have come from a deep place and not accustomed

to showing themselves.

Words are for speaking

feeling and

loving.

I write words in musical notes,

in verses that don’t rhyme,

I speak words in the air or

at YOU

Words are loveable but can cut

like a machete

leave you bleeding like a slaughtered hog,

Ponding deep blood-red-stained places

almost purple with pain,

Your words, clashing with my words

a war?

Then,

from a recollection deep in a place within

I hear fresh old words

ancient words

soothing words. Words to live by, soft words

My wound closes, the blood dries

I flick away the scabs

Blood-words descend and retreat, Arigato

Mea Culpa

Ni Hao Ma

Arrivederci.

Word!!     Words are for speaking to truth