The human tongue
is as venomous
as a cobra's
kiss.

                                                         ­                            Don't abandon the
                                                                ­                             herbs once the
                                                                ­                                       pain has
                                                                ­                                           passed


Let the hand wield
and the mouth
chew on and
on




                                                      ­                              For with that hand,
                                                                ­                              writing peace
                                                           ­                                       is one thing
                                                                ­                                     to treasure

A collection,
A statement.
Voiced principles of another mind,
Carefully picked words for an even cautious sentence.
They pull punches or arrive as a cheerleader,
Screaming with intent of being known.
Or bring forth easement for another day,
Words and their power.
Hidden or clear is yet to be known,
For not all words are clear and concise.
Nor are they always cryptic and wordy,
My power is in my words.
Whether to hurt or heal,
They are the pinpoint boundaries in which I dictate the say.
I wield them,
Though as a child.
I still wield them with ferocity,
And you can be sure that by brutal or enlightened pursuit.
Either depend on me,
And only me.

I have wanted pain in reaction,
I have wanted thought-provoking words.
I have wanted to brand my words,
To wield them
As a knight wields a sword,
As an archer a bow and arrow.
I have wanted to speak,
And cut deep
Into the desolate heart.
I have wanted to write,
And reduce my enemies
To blabbering,
Blundering
Buffoons.
At last,
I have done this.
I have brandished
And bandied about
With witty words oft forgotten,
With thought inimitable,
With precision unduly.
And I have won.
Against the court jester,
The fool
And the sage,
I have won.
Beware my words,
They are wieldy
Beyond wonder.