Grab My Words
Just try and grab my words,
some of them are barbed,
and I even possess words that breathe
fire, that spit nails, that just shut up
if they have to. Just try and grab
even one or a basketful, it does not
matter. I am not saying these words
are bombastic, incendiary or erotic,
just that they are alone or together enough.
Shhh. Listen again. There are even more
words firing faster than lead from a Gatling
gun. Pling Pling. Pling.
I am not my words as much as you are not your
words. This amalgamation of flesh, sinew and bones
cannot even be adequately described by carelessly
grabbing just any ole word. No, whether you grab
my words or yours, please just keep your remaining
wits about you- ever mindful of each one’s final impact.
As an Ecstatic Poet, my aim is to awaken in you, the part of you that knows the truth of your being, the beauty of your soul.