WordsA Poem by Gurglesnarch van CaasiWords…
Words
are fickle creatures Sometimes
they are friends Sometimes
they are weapons Sometimes
they help pretend Words
can be manipulated And
used for unjust gain Words
can hint at something else And
make us go insane Words
can build up structures Words
can brace our allies Words
have much more power Than
most men seem to realize Words
can be fictitious Words
can just tell lies Words
can turn you black and blue Words
can help you die Words
are also meaningless When
fallacies start to leak Words
can mean no more than breath And
that’s when words are weak Words
can just be letters G
b t and k And
when they’re put together We
have nothing real to say But
words are evil too Words
are sharpened swords Words
are arrows that the bow " The
tongue shoots till we’re gored Words
can help us heal They
can be just breath They
can also be the rope That
strangles you to death Words,
even in their weakness Of
spewing off misconceptions Can
still be strong enough to hurt Those
with misdirection When
words are used repeatedly Even
if they seem incorrect Will
over time take the mind And
diabolically redirect Even
lies can chant in our heads Like
permanent mental canticles These
lies tie knots around our souls Clenching
us in emotional manacles Words
are wicked and wonderful Words
are like hunger and thirst They
can give a man sustenance when he needs But
fill a full man and he bursts Words
can be handled like people Words
can be twisted and useful And
with the words that make up this poem I’ve
shown you that this is truthful Words
can be honey and wine They
can encourage us when we hear it But
words can also be poison That
torments and sickens our spirit Words
can become habitual Which
is foolish, if you consider A soldier
thinks before he fires his weapon But
we don’t, even when we’re bitter If
words were not natural to us Maybe
we would see their price Maybe
if we paid for every word Insensitive
Gossip wouldn’t be a vice Words
are not simply creatures Sometimes
tameness cannot be learned Some
words have no way to be lucid Play
with fire, and you will be burned The
mind is the wicked general Words
are the enemy’s encampment The
mind is the diabolical curse And
words are the evil enchantment If
snakes are known for their venom And
snakes are known for their curves Add
the curviest letter " an S " And
I’ve shown you the power of WORDS.
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Added on March 17, 2014Last Updated on March 24, 2014 AuthorGurglesnarch van CaasiMAAboutGreetings. I am eighteen. I am a renaissance man: An artist and A bodyguard and A philosopher and A secret agent (I made that one up) But most importantly I am A writer. .. more..Writing
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