Distortion

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A guitar, like I play, makes music with its strings.

They vibrate the air around them and seemingly sing as they start to ring.

Plug in a pedal, and distort the heavenly sound,

The music has now changed and new styles have been found.

 

Everything electronic, nowadays, can capture moments in time.

Cameras create visual memories, left for our futures to find.

Develop it differently or add some new effects,

And the  image is now different, the memories are now wrecked.

 

Words though are different, because they can't be manipulated the same.

Out of context they can cause wars, break hearts, and defame.

But in another sense they can make peace, find love, and give rise.

Words come in two forms, there's truth and there's lies.

 

Words are not filtered by the technological world.

They are left to the minds of readers, mysteries left for them to unfurl.

Spoken aloud, there is always much more .

Emotions and feeling, is what speech has in store.

 

It is hard to write a poem to the most honest degree.

No one else knows who I am, no one else can be me.

But I write on, my words left to others minds,

Deeper meaning to them, maybe they can find.

 

I write to convey all that I feel.

I care not for opinion, that's not how I deal.

A reader can guess just what I appear to mean.

But words that I write are not always as they seem.

 

I will say that in the plainest words I can,

We need to speak our minds, we need to take a stand.

We can distort the world and filter in and out all that's bad.

But what we truly want to have, will probably never be had.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world

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