Literally.
What if Language broke?
Communication between us would base itself on guesses and gestures, on taking cues from the media as how to respond to others.
We would not…
Literally.
What if Language broke?
Communication between us would base itself on guesses and gestures, on taking cues from the media as how to respond to others.
We would not…
I’m not for pre-fixes;
I’m for Love.
Not for Politics’ weight
On the wings of the dove.
When push comes to push
And shove comes to shove,
My life is…
Enough of the words
What of those out-
Spoken or Spoke-in?
In-way words
Never in-the-way words
Always want back out words.
On outward words
On sail to the sky
Said and sailed words
When the only cry
Heard was the deep deep
Down inside cry.
How to cry!
Without wells and rainbows
To mark mistaken tears
With forsook ancient words?
The sky’s reign- hit
So hard so what
Else could be said?
Stunned-In
Such awe from
A hand so divine.
What word…
How could…
What…?
We called it God.
We call it God.
We still cry…
For no reason at all.
We still call it.
Still say it.
Still cry out…
God.
-WYNN-