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Cautious be the message Wise be the words Moderation be the compass Since words fly like birds. They can spread like germs Or can travel from middle earth They say they spoke to aliens Some even spoke at birth. Infectious, malicious, deep-cutting, belittling, sour, off-putting. Caring, hopeful, truly sincere, peaceful, sweet, a kiss to the ear. There are many forms a word can take, like the variety of breads a baker bakes. Love and Hate, yes, two ends of a pole, yet as similar as panther is to shark is to flamingo is to mole. Now how does that work? your mind is seething. Well think about it, all the above are breathing. Similarly, words are very alive too, living in our minds freely in sort of a word zoo. Certainly diverse their engines of meaning and intent, but once in your peripheral they float around lividly like your favourite scent. They can aim to degrade or to even inspire, Or aim to find truth from those of a liar, Or aim to show anger or some just for fun, My message is simply remember, that you are a gun. Your mouth the barrel, your brain the clip, Your vocal system both spring and grip, In a world full of ears every word is a bullet your tongue is the trigger Be careful when you pull it.
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Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 6:45 PM UTC
Words are Bullets.
Cautious be the message Wise be the words Moderation be the compass Since words fly like birds. They can spread like germs Or can travel from middle earth They say they spoke to aliens Some even spoke at birth. Infectious, malicious, deep-cutting, belittling, sour, off-putting. Caring, hopeful, truly sincere, peaceful, sweet, a kiss to the ear. There are many forms a word can take, like the variety of breads a baker bakes. Love and Hate, yes, two ends of a pole, yet as similar as panther is to shark is to flamingo is to mole. Now how does that work? your mind is seething. Well think about it, all the above are breathing. Similarly, words are very alive too, living in our minds freely in sort of a word zoo. Certainly diverse their engines of meaning and intent, but once in your peripheral they float around lividly like your favourite scent. They can aim to degrade or to even inspire, Or aim to find truth from those of a liar, Or aim to show anger or some just for fun, My message is simply remember, that you are a gun. Your mouth the barrel, your brain the clip, Your vocal system both spring and grip, In a world full of ears every word is a bullet your tongue is the trigger Be careful when you pull it.
'You have two ears and one mouth, so listen twice as much as you talk'
sysy
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Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 6:45 PM UTC
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