Words On A Page...

Words

Words on a page,

Written but not hidden, now dripping deliciously out the mouth

Not for any reason but simply for their own sake

For the simple subtle beauty of what they do to the here and now

Words to sooth souls of the saints

Words to test and bend but not break, to heal and mend and movements of improvement majestically make

They can inspire towards what one aspires towards, emotively evoke awe-filled applause and consistent-constantly positivity creatively cultivate

Words may mean it’s never too late

Maybe the pen is mightier than money, more powerful than power itself,

Perhaps puts up more of a fight than the final fist and with its terrible twists gives more gumptuous gusto than a gleaming, glaring gun

In fact, more startlingly sensational than the rebellious rising sun and even superior to science,

Cutting through all casual, causal silence,

An onslaught of excellent edification, not venomous non-verbal violence

For when reason and emotion are collectively combined into a communicative concoction of seasonal rhythmic rhyme

When syllable-filled moments take shape in the landscape of both space and time

Words are the instant win, the conquering king, the vallant victor so sublime

Verse,

So now as I

Disperse conclusively may we immerse far from abusively but in full purse so beautifully first ourselves

In the ocean of opportunity into the mere tip of which we have here but fleetingly delved

Commit consciously and admit cognitively that which we knew but neatly shelved and never again erase

Permit constantly to embrace

The living power and beauty, with generous joy and delivering duty… simply and subtly…

…of Words.