A romanticized persceptive of how our "words" may view us as writers. |
Written in an extreme and romanticized perspective of how words speak to me, calling attention to themselves as willing participants in one of my writings. And how these words may view us, the writers and poets. Life supplies much better stuff than does a thesaurus. use me Its strange, the divinity felt as I drink in the beauty of the English Language & her potions of expression. words—phrases speak to me saying, “Take me & run." “Have courage, do not look back." They sing to me in lilting song, “ Use me, make me into something beautiful; something your own. Paint your picture of life & laughter; litanies of love but use me in your tapestry of words I will not disappoint I will not let you down Spin your vast & intricate web with me as your golden thread I, the magical muse of a maddening mandala. Make me into something lordly with noble & chivalrous appeal avail me as truth but in a way that will unlock man’s defenses break down the walls the barriers that separate the people employ me in the spread of love & kindness to make the little ones smile again to relieve the old one’s minds from grief and a life filled with regret use me & I will lead you to others of my kind & together we will forge behind you & you galvanic command, oh warrior poet, oh great general, as a mark of monumental achievement like the Great Wall; like the momentous power of the rushing force of the warhorse that drives the mighty Euphrates as an ancient symbol of natural power & glorious splendor. For we can be as an awesome army ~ a phenomenal weapon of war but we are nothing while scattered apart by the four winds yet together we are strong Sow us as seed in the minds of all men to grow & prosper with the wise to infect & fester with the fool but use us to cast your spell upon the world Wield our force in the face of evil offer us (as) a sacrifice on the altar of History for unlike human life – we percolate in the cycles of reincarnation & you poet are our god |