Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

finally some words
have returned that need to be
seen in black ink against a paler background

they sure as hell can't stay here
inside this granite head, oh such a dichotomy
you'd think they would be better off behind a stone wall

yet NO...they want to get out, see the light
like Papillon diving from the cliffs to escape Devil's Island
freedom knows no boundaries

words are no different
than mortal men,
they seek the greenest pastures

‘. . . words freed you or fucked you or turned you inside out. Every word, every single one, was a weapon or a chain or a pair of wings.’ (p.275)

—Polar Star by Martin Cruz Smith

Words are people. People are words. People made words and words made people, and they're all traveling thru time at various speeds looking for daylight..

thank you for the Great responses.....truck, mnaz.....

Words are born from silence and return to silence when they pass their messages.

Indeed, words are extensions of those who speak them, of those who write them.

Our need to communicate is what we are... talkers thru and thru... it's what we do.