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
Categories: Culture, current events, identity, mental health, Poetry, Psychology, society
psychologistmimi 
“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
Until SCREAMS OF QUIET HANDS AND FEET and LIPS COME
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’
Effortless
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
Without
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
Vulnerable
to ‘Minion Group Think’
As of Course Modern HiSToRY
SHoWS As Much As Ever Before
For Real
Dear
Miriam
With Circus
SMiLes of Tight
Rope Dances Songs
Higher and Lower STiLL
Newly Now…
DarK Thru LiGHT..:)
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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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