Words are
endlessly flowing
out of the tip of
my short pencil.
A wise man
once told me,
'The shortest pencil
is better than
the longest memory.'
That sentence
......
I think of names for
Things.
(Lamp. Window. Candle stick.)
Signifiers of home.
I think of the stubborn weeds,
Leaning
(Docks. Cleavers. Pilewort.)
And envy their tenacity.
......
Somewhere on the other side of this wide night
and the distance between us, I am thinking of you.
The room is turning slowly away from the moon.
This is pleasurable. Or shall I cross that out and say
it is sad? In one of the tenses I singing
an impossible song of desire that you cannot hear.
La lala la. See? I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross
to reach you. For I am in love with you
......
I hear a sound,
drum in my ear.
Of crystal droplets,
from streaming tears.
A distant murmur,
or a hissing sound.
A weeping mourner,
a heavy pound.
A sudden splash,
......
To all you rhymers that like the beat,
come join the rappers on the street.
It's time for us to hear the best,
we gonna put you to the test.
Bring on all words that rhyme,
for every verse must sound sublime.
We got no time for idle sounds,
the finest rhymes will be renowned.
So if you think your game enough,
Let’s hear you play some rapper stuff.
......
To all you rhymers that like the beat,
come join the rappers on the street.
It's time for us to hear the best,
we gonna put you to the test.
Bring on all words that rhyme,
for every verse must sound sublime.
We got no time for idle sounds,
the finest rhymes will be renowned.
So if you think your game enough,
Let’s hear you play some rapper stuff.
......
No words shall please my soul,
if not from deep within.
In life we laugh and weep,
as moods with time do spin.
Even a poet does need a flare,
to devise his ringy rhymes.
To sculpt a verse from solid words,
is a masters work, sublime.
When fine words mingle and mix,
......
I hear a sound,
drum in my ear.
Of crystal droplets,
from streaming tears.
A distant murmur,
or a hissing sound.
A weeping mourner,
a heavy pound.
A sudden splash,
......
I have dreams on moonless nights,
when violet the skies
with dark complexion.
In some speech,
my words may rhyme,
in lucid dreams I have seen their reflection.
Verses do visit in my sleep,
senseless they are or in forms of perfection.
Just like monuments of saints or priests,
......
Our words carry enormous weight,
more than we ever think,
when spoken out will leave a mark not just a trace of ink.
Words empower people,
to some maybe a muse,
but a mighty power lies within some of the words we use.
Life has always shown,
how powerful words can be,
a careless word,
......