Words

What do you want of me ?
You that seem to be of endless chatter
Of words that I should use
Where do I go after a think,
What do you want me to say?
The pit of used words
Is a desolate place
Without a song
To string them together
Let’s just have a go
The spring is due tomorrow,
When I shall sing as the lark
then smile some sunshine on your dull world.

Let the box be opened,
That contains all those distinguished words
Learned from some far off land.
Tormented by a thesaurus of higher languages,
Where we would confuse our friends,
So that they may be tempted,
To use their obsolete brains to read.

Get me the hell out of here,
Let me drift in my own books,
They are a prisoner to my own learning ,
Yet I hear you say,
I understand all those words,
With the inflections of your ways.
Oh! Let me talk to you in my own way,
Let me rejoice in those four letter words,
My dictionary of the mind is so small,
Yet I can tell many stories.

Just give to me a pen
Dripping the inks of time
I shall then write in Rhyme,
Give me the computer keys,
Now I have a dictionary,
That will bring you to your knees.
It is late I shall have to go.

I shall journey on,
To where my dreams, await my soul.
They shall sing to me
Till dawn graces another day
Come join me as I walk the way,
Where all poets shall wander free
That’s me.
Ian.T