I Word for the World

[size=-1]The power of words is in the invocation,
That is this evening’s funky incantation,
free of doubt or fear or any hesitation,
the inclination is manifestation

The power of words lies in the invocation
so extended to you is this little invitation
to abandon the confines of comfortable forms
Go outside lines and deviate from the norm

The poets know the secrets of unlocking destiny, and that once she's free, she abides and abounds. Observe your paterns and your rhythms, where does the beat drop, the music stop, the track skip? Observe the circle of words inside your head, a thought process in parentheses of born and dead, these thoughts are what shape your eyes, your eyes are what shape the world. We poets are visionaries, and our prophocies come true as soon as they are spoken. Alter you perception and begin the conception of your new reality. Trapped in cages of emotion, and all we must say is "I have the key," to possess it. Words don't merely express, they caress and cajole existence out of probability, here's the know how you've got the ability: prepare incarnations inside your imagination, you are the dream factory and you're always producing, so take the time to care what worlds your words create.

I shout out lightning and whisper rain,
I sing the stars nightly and silence pain,
My consonants and vowels are links in the causal chain,
I word for the world and give each thing its name.

The power of words is in the invocation,
the theme of tonight’s mini-meditation,
The goal of which: to spark a little inspiration,
to motivate thought~dreams into manifestation
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I like this one. I like what it's about and I like the attitude. It's like taking words of wisdom and putting a little funk in them...it gives the poem a fresh attitude. The repitition is great and it flows really well, too.


Later,
Ben.

 

Did you write this?

 

Thank you Ben. Yes I did write this White Ginger. I don't know if I should be offended or flattered, so I'll opt for flattered until told otherwise

 

i think you should be flattered, it is wonderful.

 

I read this a few times,because it is so good,like it tremendously,well done.

 

So beautiful

 

Ah, yes. For my ambiguously contemplating mind there has always been that question of whether I write the story or the story writes me.

Reference could be made to the Tim Burton film Big Fish, or Stephen King's fictional epic The Dark Tower.

Also, in one of those moments that will forever stand out to me as sublime synchronicity, a few evenings ago I was watching the film The Devil's Advocate, in which Al Pacino gives a brilliant performance as the modern concept of "the devil." Hopefully, you've seen it, so you can relate to the my experience. At the end, Al's rattling off a speech about how God gives man instincts; and then the rules God sets are opposed to the instincts. "Look but don't touch," he mimics. "Touch, but don't taste." Then it occured to me, like the brilliance of the Sun after the Dark Night:

GOD did not create or impose those rules. Man did.

 

Simply put, that's an amazing poem (or whatever you'd like to call it.. incantation, meditation), and I suggest you copyright it ASAP.

 

...and then as soon as you've done that, you might consider putting some music to it.

 

"Zealous enough to anger in my attempts at trying,
causing sounds that soothe, and satisfied sighing,
you see me in my words and it distorts the meaning you find,
a true understanding would be found minus me I know in time,
see it for what it is, don't be afraid,
muse over the meaning, and the sound that it made,
acceptance of ink, and the path that it chooses,
simple quilled thoughts, of one that muses..."

Devon Knight ~
A thought I had some three yr's ago.

 

good job the poem has a nice sense of rythm. a really like a lyrical poem, nicely done.