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WORDS Words worry me how many did I use today? Words they frighten me how many were necessary? it seems to me most didn’t do their duty to what purpose to whom to what end said to an imagined enemy or a true friend? I must pause to think before I sink to the abyss of the inane where words fester and stink I must forget unwanted words delete many from my unedifying vocabulary others I shouldn’t blame   though I know deeply   in my heart    I was taught to use    the uncomely    the meaningless words    words that self-glorified    sugar-coated which would but    diminish me    reduce me    to absurdity    words that hate    that hurt    that maim    that cause pain    and suffering    that but serve    my selfish aim    (now regret comes too late)       I should not be    in the company    of some many     so-called teachers        I must break myself free      from the word-killers      the word-profaners      the word-defilers      the language nihilists      who seek to destroy      beauty and decency       for their vainglory       how would I sleep tonight       counting the number       of inhumane and worthless words        I spoke today?              so often I wished        I were dumb        to be cleansed        by silence        to be still        to be liberated        from the pollution        that has infected         my better self         for so long         so surreptitiously         without my knowing          it’s past midnight now         how calm are the stars and the moon          in their eternal silence          they speak so much to me          and make such wondrous company          when I wake tomorrow          would I be a new man           one who has turned his back           on the past          that has irked and misused me?       the sage Lao-Tze in the sixth century BC wrote:       he who knows does not speak       he who speaks does not know.       and that’ s all I need to know.
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Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 9:45 PM UTC
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WORDS Words worry me how many did I use today? Words they frighten me how many were necessary? it seems to me most didn’t do their duty to what purpose to whom to what end said to an imagined enemy or a true friend? I must pause to think before I sink to the abyss of the inane where words fester and stink I must forget unwanted words delete many from my unedifying vocabulary others I shouldn’t blame   though I know deeply   in my heart    I was taught to use    the uncomely    the meaningless words    words that self-glorified    sugar-coated which would but    diminish me    reduce me    to absurdity    words that hate    that hurt    that maim    that cause pain    and suffering    that but serve    my selfish aim    (now regret comes too late)       I should not be    in the company    of some many     so-called teachers        I must break myself free      from the word-killers      the word-profaners      the word-defilers      the language nihilists      who seek to destroy      beauty and decency       for their vainglory       how would I sleep tonight       counting the number       of inhumane and worthless words        I spoke today?              so often I wished        I were dumb        to be cleansed        by silence        to be still        to be liberated        from the pollution        that has infected         my better self         for so long         so surreptitiously         without my knowing          it’s past midnight now         how calm are the stars and the moon          in their eternal silence          they speak so much to me          and make such wondrous company          when I wake tomorrow          would I be a new man           one who has turned his back           on the past          that has irked and misused me?       the sage Lao-Tze in the sixth century BC wrote:       he who knows does not speak       he who speaks does not know.       and that’ s all I need to know.
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Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 9:45 PM UTC
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