None of these words in this poem mean anything.



With the marriage of my silence of lips,
I found a new trick has accompanied this.

For it is true that my thoughts have come through
in the form of the words that this world can observe
in the spaces of mind that are in yours and mine
to now see that the things that I say are in play.

Some questions were posed when I came to know this,
like do now my words control what I live like?
And now it’s a yes since I see that I’m blessed
with the power of life that ignites when I talk.

I can give light to the dreams and the wishes
that any could want like some health and some riches;
or even the want of some food or a drink
that could keep up the life that is wanted in sight.

Any old thing or now any new thing
could be given the spring that is meant to give ring
to the marriage of wants that are in our hearts
because now all my words can keep us from apart.

But none of this power would ever see hue,
if all that I said was so far from what’s true
and I lied when I knew what I said was not truth
but I now cannot say any less than the truth.

I love that control is now such an old goal
since it is in my words and whatever I blurb;
but caution is taken with such a great gift,
since this power can go either way that it shifts.

So I’ll enjoy this new gift in my life,
for maybe it will be the end of much strife.

Words are all that I am.


Since my age is a number
too small to compare
to the ones that now slumber
with decayed old grey hair,
I will not expect
to accept more than reject
from ones that hear me
show words through my lips.

For since there’s an art
to hold voice sounds in brain,
I do not seem smart
when I talk without your say.

Pain held to peace
when thoughts replayed voice,
since words do not please
and are rejected at choice.
But now I choose to turn
my anger into silence,
so you will not feel burn
when hell erupts my violence.

So when some ask why
I choose silence over words,
It’s because no one ever remembers
things exactly as I said.

No reason to fuel a flame
that never has a spark
to start the inferno within
and blur my thoughts from sharp,
when action is not there
to show that people care
about what others say
on any given day
since views are always skew
to prove a point from false
no matter what they do
to truth; that should be boss.