I’ve discovered that,
My brain is a place that knows no bounds
A magazine containing thoughts of live rounds
That lock themselves
In the chamber of my mouth
As my tongue cocks back,
Hammers forward and spits them out.
I’ve discovered the irony
Of saving a life while taking another
Like shooting the gunman
Holding a pistol to the head of my brother.
And then there’s the speech that ‘wasn’t meant that way’.
Idle words, that equate to a
Negligent discharge and still count as foul play.
I guess that’s why it’s best
To gently squeeze the trigger, staying in control
Because idle words can easily
Embed in the holes of someone’s soul.
You know. Holes caused
By bullying, holes caused by rape
And holes caused by words
Spoken against someone’s colour, sexuality or shape.
Holes caused by
Experiencing, witnessing domestic violence
And holes caused by the
Self-harm of those suffering in silence.
Holes that, when blocked
By a tongue that’s out of control,
Induce the flooding
And drowning of a weakened soul.
Words spoken today in light-hearted jest
Could, tomorrow, become
The noose tightening around a heavy-hearted neck.
You can only curse or bless.
Are you speaking life or are you speaking death?
A quick acknowledgement.
Sticks and stones may
Break my bones but words will never hurt me.
But I think we’d all take a
6 weeks heal-time over years of a mind muddled murky.
You know what I mean.
When you question if what they said was maybe right.
And I speak from experience
Because I know I’ve had those sleepless nights
Where inward frustration,
Caused by a lack of knowing why,
Caused outward tears.
Sometimes, so sad even my tears would cry.
But that’s another conversation.
From these times
Of Death came the lessons of speaking life.
Unlike a phoenix from the ashes,
We LEARN speaking life from peaking strife
Life is LEARNED, it doesn’t grow wild
Like untrimmed brambles.
Thorns and berries, harsh and mild.
And a focused intent in one direction
And I found that the
Speaking of life is found in the Resurrection.
The Resurrection of Christ.
You see his last WORDS
On the cross were, “It is finished!” but then he rose
So He couldn’t
Have been talking of the end of life so we know
Death has a certain end
But life, life, through the death of Christ, always goes on
So, to speak Christ is
To speak life and die without Christ is wrong.
I said ‘His last WORDS on the cross’
Because, after that came His actions, the verbs of the cross
You see, you can’t SPEAK
Life if you don’t DO life, the verbs of the cross.
When you speak and do
Love, you speak and do life, not death.
So die to self
And speak Love into lives until there’s no death left.