All in words.
Words of promise, of failure
Of loves conquest and loves doom.
Words in a jumble of languages
Words of compassion, words of war.
Words that are selfish. Words misused, and sadly abused
So many words devouring mind space.
Words of no effect, words of instruction, of indoctrination
and worthless destruction.
Was this the way planned, on the day of creation.
NO, not with words
Words that clutter, that clutter, that clutter, burying the soul
Defeating the spirit
Where is the meaning, of what construction, what importance?
To they who starve
And of the child, deserted and alone
What words will give that child
nurture and shelter
What words can give back, that which has passed.
What words will make the poor rich?
or heal the sick.
How can they, deserted, and alone find nurture?
Through that of word alone
What language has but the words of nature?
Life is more obvious when not distracted by words.
what words that you
now read will alter the course of history,
or open the heavens to shower us with wisdom.
Is wisdom within words, or is the wisdom in using words wisely
How easy it is to control and incite
What prophet could have turned heads, without words.
Lies are words, as are promises
Are words truly the gift of life
Could we be, without words?
Words that take away the simplicity of life.
Actions shall always outshine words
Life is but a short passing phase.
Why waste it with empty words
when we can fill each moment with,
embracing the compassion of doing.
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The Unconventional Scribbler
Words from the Soul.
Life, is Life,
it is not.