Words can become jumbled

One can wonder whether it’s possible to run out of words

The dictionary, as it exists, has many words to share

Yet, a moment of silence erases the words

Meaningless, unintelligible

Words can become jumbled

Yet, words may be all we have

The world needs to be remembered and described

Words need to be constructed and deconstructed

On the kitchen floor, the scrabble tiles sit

And, a weary mind wonders

The future can have many words for the past

But the present is muted

To break through the fog, you’ve fot to bite down

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  1. “Poets, priests and politicians
    Have words to thank for their positions
    Words that scream for your submission
    And no one’s jamming their transmission

    ‘Cause when their eloquence escapes you
    Their logic ties you up and r8pes you

    De do do do, de da da da
    Is all I want to say to you
    De do do do, de da da da
    Their innocence will pull me through
    De do do do, de da da da
    Is all I want to say to you
    De do do do, de da da da
    They’re meaningless and all that’s true”

    A Song By ‘The Police’ Of Course Yet Oh So True

    What Better Words are There Than the Joy A Child Feels

    Singing A Non-Sense Song and A Dance Without Lessons


    in Church, In School, In Work, Dear Lord Even in Home Yet

    Not For me

    Not Even

    in Public Places
    Hehe As Some Folks
    Still Don’t See me With Any
    Words At All Only All That A Non-Verbal
    Dance Will Bring in LoVE iN Peace JoY OF LiGHT

    Of “Wu Wei’

    FLoW iN

    Ease God

    Yes For Real
    Just iNHaLinG
    Peace Exhaling LoVE
    ThiS WaY For All With Most
    Respect and Least Harm For Real

    Giving Sharing Caring Healing Without a Word

    SAID So Yes Tonight in Winn Dixie After Pursuing
    This Non-Verbal Art Now 18,122 MiLes in 9 Years
    And 7 Months A Worker There Rushes Over to me and

    Tells me He’s Seen me Dancing Everywhere And invites me
    to His Gym For an Exhibition Then of Course i Already Have
    One Doing That There and in Thanks And Parting i Relate Very

    Concisely While Where We Leave in Strength of Will Many Folks

    May Consider A Closed Fist Yet WHeRE

    i Thrive my Finger Tips Are Weight Now
    of my Body in Balancing Force of Peace New

    Within Source of All Fearlessness As There

    Is No Fear in LoVE iN Peace no matter How Quiet

    Tracks of Dance Are Left in FLiGHT FLoaTinG on Terrestrial Land

    Of Course The More Balance Comes The More Peace and LoVE iN LiGHT

    Even A
    Word the
    Oldest Natural
    Language For All
    Creation A Dance A Swim
    A Wing A Fin Wind Winging Us
    Free Water Swimming Us Essence

    of Water
    And Wind
    in Waves
    And Air We aRe

    True Words May Continue
    To Come New And Capture
    More Than Words Will Ever

    Do Before iN LiGHT Oh God Yes

    Or True They May Only Serve Selfish
    Needs and Abuse

    of Others


    to ‘Minion Group Think’

    As of Course Modern HiSToRY
    SHoWS As Much As Ever Before

    For Real

    With Circus
    SMiLes of Tight
    Rope Dances Songs
    Higher and Lower STiLL

    Newly Now…

    DarK Thru LiGHT..:)


  2. Yes, words abound, and so does the confusion words convey. We humans presume words elevate us above the rest of nature, but this is self-deception.

    To listen to nature, or even to the silence of human structures, tells of wordless histories revealed by their current presence.

    And I’m confusing myself with words, but the birds outside my door are chattering happily with their own words that convey feelings of joy on this beautiful spring day.


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