Steel WordsA Poem by MarkIt was once thought knowing someone's name gave you power over them. It's why God told his people to call Him YHVH (I am who am). Words have power... but only as much as we give them.We search, we compose, we read. Seeing is conceiving is believing. Night time noise, by us anguished feelings we're responsible for; relinquished. When lines are meant to be steel. Razor sharp and thirsty... still, these words must have our permission to penetrate, to hurt, to enrage. In our hearts, in our minds, in our souls we rule and we decide. Here, our armor is only ever self punctured, our wounds prevented by the simple armor; " You can't hurt me."
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Added on June 27, 2013Last Updated on June 27, 2013 AuthorMarkDallas, TXAboutI"m a gypsy born in New Hampshire, raised in Alaska, schooled in Washington, raised a family in California. Recently settled in Concord NH area. Where to next? I don't really have to think about it, i.. more..Writing
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