They linger in the mind
like clouds floating by
in the azure sky.

They bring tears
like gushing waterfalls
streaming from the eyes.

They leave a yearning heart
with gentle prayers
and pleading sighs.

Take me down
into the deep blue silence.

Lift me up
above the azure serenity.

Pull me up
onto the peak of solitude.

Save me from
this mourning place of distraught.

the rude gesture when one seeks the inelegant simplicity of
no words;

no words
suffice to say,
magnitude of some offenses requires physicality;
a physicality that injures nothing but the
surrounding atmosphere of
its pride

for it’s pride
that goeth before the fall,
the pursuit of dishonor and dishonoring,
given that,
it shames the giver as much if not more so

dishonor
for words are our truest masters

I'd rather you gave a round shout out of
*******,

for as the parents say these days

use your words

rather than show me your
nail chewed runty midfielder

ah, words...I do so love them beasties

Like a tornado, it spins in your body,
evoking restless emotions.
It seizes your mind,
wrecking your thoughts.
It sends fearful tears to your eyes,
ready to hurl your heart out.
It engulfs your days and nights,
leaving you distraught.
It promises you a dreadful tomorrow,
to conquer your being...

**all over again.