Ah yes, words, they have the power to bless or to curse! Once launced we cannot recall, and once heard, cannot be silenced.
Some fall to the ground void of power and absent of truth, while others prick the very core and hub of heart.
For it is our words that history shall recall in rememberance , so may we cast them softly and reverently,in earnest passion, and may truth always be found glimmering upon the pages of parchment that we stain with our heart's tears.
Rodney
Reviewed by Belsize Girl
Reviewed on March 23, 2003
Because words are fatal,
felt, delivered,
they become the loose limbs
of a strangled song,
become the breath
from which life emerges.
Opacity occurs
like an epiphany
and we are left as open-mouthed
as children in our wonderment
for indeed words hurt
like no other.
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Stellar write, Mich. Keep the flame alive.
Hugs,
K.S.
Reviewed by Mari Laureano (Reader)
Reviewed on March 19, 2003
powerful, moving lyrics that emerge from rage, and from rage, love...you are awesome. **Mari**
Reviewed by Eroica Mendoza (Reader)
Reviewed on March 18, 2003
words are powerful... even in silence there are words... excellent write again!
Wow...this rocks! I have felt this to my core, excellent!
Reindeer
Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader)
Reviewed on March 17, 2003
Yes this has happened to me too Micha...a poets words that cut right into my soul....almost like they know what I am about inside..it happens...sometimes I am very grateful for it..for opening me up..making me deal with it..I know this..great write...Floria
Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
Reviewed on March 17, 2003
Yes they are incredibly powerful the words of the poet's sword. As usual you say so much so powerfully in so few words.
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
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Some fall to the ground void of power and absent of truth, while others prick the very core and hub of heart.
For it is our words that history shall recall in rememberance , so may we cast them softly and reverently,in earnest passion, and may truth always be found glimmering upon the pages of parchment that we stain with our heart's tears.
Rodney
felt, delivered,
they become the loose limbs
of a strangled song,
become the breath
from which life emerges.
Opacity occurs
like an epiphany
and we are left as open-mouthed
as children in our wonderment
for indeed words hurt
like no other.
----------------
Stellar write, Mich. Keep the flame alive.
Hugs,
K.S.
because words are life to some....
Love,
Susan
Amor
Sandie Angel :o)
Reindeer