Hayden WB
Jan 26, 06 - 1:23 PM |
The Art Of A Linguist
One Word,
Reveals No Emotion,
Blank, Bold, Unspecific,
And These Barrage Of Emotions Do Not Reflect This Language You Use,
THIS IS NOT ANGER,
IT IS A BURNING OF HATRED, ETERNAL SUFFERING,
COUGHING AND SPLUTTERING OF FISTS,
A FORCE OF UNKNOWN POWER,
Love Is Too Simpler A Word,
For This Tender Warmth That Echoes Through My Heart,
My Soul Swims In My Cloudy Stomach,
But Without You I Am Meaningless,
No Word Presents Its True Nature,
Thousands Of Words Thrown From Dictionaries,
Leaping And Losing They're Own Meanings,
The Suicide Of Words Leaves Us Speechless,
Our Dreams Can No Longer Be Expressed,
Our Lives Will No Longer Be Limited,
By The Words On An Ancient Scripture,
Limitless Words With Limitless Power,
I Pluck Letters Form The Original Sky,
Devouring Them With A Sour Tongue,
A Soft Taste With Gentle Textures,
Blurring Letters Together Forming My Own Life,
Cuttings Of Earth, Space, And Sea,
Combined In A Mosaic Of Possibilities,
Subtle, Sharp, Dark, Light, Happy, Sad,
The Art Of A Linguist,
Streams Of Words Sold On Auction,
Buyers And Sellers,
Persuading And Convincing,
Stories And Poems Bought And Sold,
And There Is No True Ultimatum,
Art Is Art, There Is No Wrong Or Right,
And So Back To The Bold,
The Open,
And The Simple Colours,
Lines, Blocks,
2D,
Love Sold For An Uncountable Amount,
A Simple Word,
That Means So Much,
A Simple Artist,
A Simple Mind,
A Simple Mouth
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