"The more the words

The less the meaning

And how does that profit anyone? "

Those are the words of a wise King

Is anyone listening? 

 

Words are vessels of life or death

They can set a heart on flame

See it melt

Vaporize 

Rise 

Or 

Fall

Due to a death sentence

That turned a heart stone cold

 

So let's remeber when we write 

we use words to paint a portrait 

It is not in black and white

Not just love or hate 

There is a kalediscope of images and emotions that we produce

But I refuse

Not to write without considering the impact 

Of what is written 

Because it is written 

You can be snared by the words you speak

So let's speak life