#speakingwords

Grappling onto this, that would be wrong So I'd rather be right than be exposed Revealed to the flesh, bare my psyche Bare arms to break the mold To stand up for those who are alone Who are hesitant to pick up the phone To jabber their mouths Against their cold feet Their need to protect the "what ifs" Possibly the "maybes" and "endless possibilities" None of these make us men Whimpering in our whims And foolish in our follies And weak in our probables What's not spoken for can't possibly be So say hello next time And let her know what's on your mind

I want to try it The fancy of it all entices me And it also frightens me I can attempt this poetry But can I try my hand at prose It takes more than rhyming together words You have to really make up your mind Along with that of others Whoever reads it will take on the role Of the observer, the critic Steadily criticizing the work of a writer It sounds so sacred So only reserved for those few Those who make it Have the pleasure of knowing That somewhere in the world Someone is really getting a pleasure Out of reading their words Of watching their story unfold Seeing your origami before their eyes All of the creases and folds The ingenuity of it all