Monday, July 14, 2014


After rhyme declined in ‘99 
I began to weigh my words. 
Rather than timing the rhyming, literally, 
I found sound has an affinity 
for a much larger harmony. 
A word's weight is different than the   
sound of the thing. 

Some words echo when not said out loud 
Some words rise like mist off the page 
Some words cannot walk alone 
Some words act differently 
Some words find old souls 
Some words can swim 
Some words are for the future found 
Some words were never there 
Some words have music in them 
Some words without a sound 
Some words are misunderstood 
Some words will never be forgiven 
Some words cannot be taken back 
Some words fit perfectly 
Some words are poetry 
Now, many people believe that
something new cannot be true. 
Old ways are the only ways for them. 
But, look around, things have changed, 
and there is no going back.

Used to be, the shortest distance 
between two points was a line. 
Now, it turns out the shortest distance 
between two points is a fold in space. 
So I shall look where I am going,
weigh my words, and describe it. 
The future I am living in requires
new phrases that will become clichés,
not old clichés that will become phrases. 

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