a dream i had
Mysteries of the Ancients begins with dust and nothing more than distant memories. As a collective we have incubated our dramas, tragedies and comedies into words formed- leaving our mouths in such rapid earth quakes that they do no harm on the settling brain- but the aftershocks cause chasms deeper than the soul can view. Excavations of these dreams allow us to remember what once was, is and could be… however… there is no more any original thought. We live on borrowed inspiration.
Words are dangerous beasts. With bloody maws that snap- the wolf’s jaws on a rabbit’s foot. Should words be written down? Words can kill. Start a war. Bring about the end. While one side of the coin is flowery and sweet, sugared Shakespeare and by your leave sonnets; the other side is dark and mad Byron, Poe crazy and brimstone Dante. A metaphor for human. Which side do we choose to pen?
Words should not be written down. They are not fleeting as such spoken. Once committed to paper they are more than the dissipating smoke in the air of an announced commentary. The ink of our saliva is poison when given a long term relationship with the tactile sheet of paper.
Words are guillotined sharp. Hang noose thick. Inked they are lethal- a reference for pain.
Words are dangerous beasts. With bloody maws that snap- the wolf’s jaws on a rabbit’s foot. Should words be written down? Words can kill. Start a war. Bring about the end. While one side of the coin is flowery and sweet, sugared Shakespeare and by your leave sonnets; the other side is dark and mad Byron, Poe crazy and brimstone Dante. A metaphor for human. Which side do we choose to pen?
Words should not be written down. They are not fleeting as such spoken. Once committed to paper they are more than the dissipating smoke in the air of an announced commentary. The ink of our saliva is poison when given a long term relationship with the tactile sheet of paper.
Words are guillotined sharp. Hang noose thick. Inked they are lethal- a reference for pain.