If I could write you some words to heal, to me would they appeal, whats the deal, why do I write words at all, words are only words, single letters formed, grouped together, a gathering of alphabets, almost anyone can put a word together, makes no difference the nationality, it's the communication in totality.
Totality of meaning, meaning what, expressing what, my happiness, my sorrow, my hate, my fate, exactly what am I trying to say, do I want to move, maybe grove, touch a heart, mend a soul, entertain, still the fact remains, nothing gets done without words, so words are powerful, more powerful than the source, directing its course. As my inner being rumbles, my soul tumbles, cries at times in pain, so should I express my true feelings in words for the world to see, or should I keep them inside thee, inside to continue to destroy my soul, hurt my heart, tearing me apart, the truth is, right at this moment I feel like sh-t, should I express these words to you, or should I remain in my realm of positivity in your sight, in my sight, the words of feelings can cut like a samuri's sword, cutting, operating, destroying, as a computer virus, words of thought can destroy your whole hard drive, just as at this very moment I fight to positively survive the virus of negativity, it runs its route, words inside, thought inside, if I put these feelings on paper or run them through to you they may act as a virus also, destroying your hard drive, running through your mind, as my soul continues to dive I fight like hell to pull up, stay up, at least swim on the top to keep from drowning in my own misery, misery of thought, which may come out to the world as words, words are like birds, they form, then fly away with the coming of a new day, so do I accept the tooth decay, go with the negative sway or word myself out of the pits.
Out into the mind comes positivity to the rescue, fighting like hell to free my heart and soul from this jail, should I express this in birds, which fly away in flock herds, or should I express this in words, words of strength, words so strong that they bring me back to power, power of heart, power of soul, or do I continue to fold, how far down should a soul travel, should it dive to the outerlimits of despair or pull out of the dive and fly up to heavens gates, touch the very limits of God, say a prayer, make a wish, at times I wish........if I filled this in with birds, would they take my hurting soul where there is peace, or should I fill the gaps with words, words are still like birds, so where does this leave me, with you my peers, can you help a hurting soul with the power of your words, fly them to me, enpower my heart and soul with your words of might to aid my fight, destroy my fright.
So as the end nears, what hand have I been dealt, the hand of power, or the hand of weakness, still all words, words are like birds, how can I captivate words of power into my recorder, hold them to expand, replay them to thrive, one strong, one weak, my mind plays its game, the word game, I hurt, no I feel good, I want to feel good, I want to be positive, no, yes, no, yes, no, yes, so what shall it be, can I set my mind free, free to be whatever it wants to be, or shall I remain captivated and word of meaning related.
G- the seventh letter of the alphabet, the first letter of my name, without the G would I still be me, or do I need the rest of the alphabet to make myself complete in name, without the G, I would only be, r-a-d-y, would I still be the same, or would some of my meaning be removed, rady is only words, words are like birds, maybe some day, I will simply fly away.
G- most powerful, I can live with G.