Isn’t it crazy how words speak?
Beyond speaker’s intent they suggest and shriek.
Even in silence they spurt and seep.
Leaking messages,
With dangerous ease.
The world’s most dangerous weapon.
Beautiful bullets from biological boxes,
They move in bold barrages,
Battering egos, engulfed in rage,
Like rabid, rampaging foxes.
Everyone falls victim.
Words.
A blessed curse.
They can calm the distressed or bring out the worse,
As outpours or violent bursts,
They can hurt one’s self or highlight worth.
“Perfect”.
A word so sleek.
A polished ideal and global dream.
But if perfect means violence and supercilious lies,
If perfect means dictatorships masked in moral disguise,
Maybe perfect means something unseen.
Perchance, effective or perchance fakey?
Time’s greatest dichotomy
“Sarcasm”
A verbal attack.
Spiteful, short-tempered and used to snap back.
Embodiment of deceitful disguise.
It preys on the good, evoking sad cries.
Based on backhanded lies.
Words.
Power and pain.
Powerful when sane.
Every refrain holds power.
But if refraining from words is lame.
Power’s insane,
And power is pain.
Double-edged, destructive sword.
Used in battle after battle and senseless war.
Senseless in warrior’s predicament of combat
Embodiment of beast, reckless for reward.
Isn’t it crazy how words speak?
By speaker’s intent they deflect and deceive.
Even in silence they slip up and sink.
Erupting messages,
Which rarely ever please.
Everyone falls victim to the weapon we bear.
Words.