These were just words,
until you gave them wings;
purely,
accidentally.
Only lit your eye upon them
and they came alive
and took to the sky,
fulfilling a billion possibilities.
How would I deny
I placed them there?
Entrapment
for the future of mankind.
For never was a thing created
that was not first birthed
in the mind.
A never ending rapture,
before destruction comes.
Make no mistake;
for every one
that gives wings to an angel,
there is one whose mind
makes monsters of all things.
Small things into mountains,
slights into slaughters.
An inflection,
turns into a razor blade
and every point
a weapon.
This is why
there are still wars in the world.
Evil finds purchase
on the scars on our hearts.
Too easy for the words
to become excuses
and delight becomes the lover
of malevolence.
I make words lightly.
Easily shattered daggers.
Although,
there are times
when I purpose them differently.
Cold hammer forged,
button rifled,
honed straight,
deadly
and formed with only one intent.
This is why it is so important
to be able to eliminate ambiguity.
Speak plainly.
Choose good words.
Be concise,
not weak minded
and vague.
Have words
for every situation,
even if their power
is only in being withheld.
Be wary
and conscious of them always.
Police them like a weapon.
Steward them like the land.
The inexplicable;
thought,
mind,
word,
mind,
thought
cycle,
is a hallmark of creation.
These were just words
before you read them
and now
they are thoughts in your head.
Make them angels,
angels of mercy.
Give life to creation.
Be God-Like.
HG – 2018
