I have always loved words. When I was a kid if I heard a new one I would repeat it until the image , percieved spelling included, was embedded on my mind.
I learned a new one almost everyday...I think.
Words.
They create reality.
Words sustain reality.
Add depth...to shallow concepts.
Shed light on dark ideas.
Arrange them correctly and you are a magician.
Twisting churning the malleable paradigm you live in.
Talking to a God you do not know.
Exposing truth within a giant lie
Words.
Do all those things and more
an ode to reality
painting
society
with words
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Intricacies of B.S.
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...and - I do so love to read your words.
Nice poem Dave....
I don't know about you, but my love for words comes from not only understanding their meaning and context but -- especially for slang -- why the mean what they do. I am a closet etymologist. Shit...I think I just came out.
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