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Thursday, March 6, 2008

Intricacies of B.S.

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.


They create reality.

Words sustain reality.

Add 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


Do all those things and more

an ode to reality



with words


Alecto said...

...and - I do so love to read your words.

Anonymous said...

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.