Speak up and out with words you collect to convey. Let life hit you, and hard. Retaliate with more than mumbles; let loose a stream of visible digressions and come out with a prize scar for showing. Be knocked down or knocked out; knocked around by forces unseen, these comments unheard. Feel the force of what's left unsaid. Taste the remnants of a bursting conversation. Realize this end has no tunnel, and speaking in circles is slow motion reiteration. Reopen old hurts and let new victims sizzle as you leave nothing unspoken or loved. Speak until there's emptiness left, but keep trudging. There is no addiction as communication; it will ail an unbending system, cure a broken heart, and shred a man to smears of color. Cough and spurt those unkempt phrases- don't carry vague wordings reserved for secrecy and loss. Give in to yourself; there's no one to stop self conflicts. Keep close mind on imminent death and presumptuous regrets you may not feel. You could be sorry about them yesterday, if that was a day of gravity. Nothing holds a soul still here more than what was left undone, and no one regrets mistakes- just spaces. Fill some.
Joe Banner
No comments:
Post a Comment