Spoken Words
Words flow from my lips
But they are meaningless.
It's my eyes that tell the story,
My heart that plays the aria.
My body dances the ballet.
But its my words,
My words draw attention,
to who I am.
They draw attention
To my story, aria and ballet.
Words are simply sounds,
Designed for human comprehension.
But these meaningless sounds,
Have turned into modes of transportation.
My words take you
To where I want you to be.
See my love flies us into the sky.
My anger drives us off a cliff.
My sadness walks us up to the rippling tide.
My words draw you into me.
Watch me dance my ballet
And act in my personal play.
My words follow an unknown script.
And lead to an end no one knows.
But my words get us one step closer
To finding my unknown finale.
To my grand exit
to match my grand entrance.
My meaningless sounds
Create a painting of emotion,
A diagram of logic
And a sculpture of innovation.
So you see words are meaningless,
We add meaning to these sounds.
A words alone is nothing.
A spoken word is power.
Spoken word is a vehicle.
Be careful how you wield your power.
And watch how you drive your vehicle.
Signed your Puppet Master,
BiPolar