Just Words (Spoken Word).

My mind is a canvas

To which my words are the paint brushes
And my voice the colours I use to draw a picture so detailed
You would be hard pressed to decipher this writer
When trying to figure out if the story I told was true
Or if I'm an elaborate liar

My gift, if you could call it that

Is to weaponise these words
So even if you oppose the things I say
By the time the sunsets on this day
And I have phrased my words in ways
That you would at least see my perspective
And the lens through which I view things at

Imagine that

If you will

That I have a way with words so skilled
That I can adjust my tone from love to kill
And with this delivery conduct the way you feel

I'm like a maestro at an Orchestra
Telling my story through music And using the words I say
To convey the way I may have felt that day
So you can have a window into my mind's eye
And appreciate my mind state

Or relate to the emotions I put out
And consider for a moment the tone when describing my involvement
See I didn't want this I was chosen
And now when I state with conviction words that are cold
I leave hearts frozen because you can relate to me

That is if I have done what I am meant to do successfully

And when it comes to flows there's not a person who is next to me
And if there is ill cut them out your life
Like a vasectomy or hysterectomy

No discrimination

Some say that I'm overly cold now
Do one thing that upsets me and
I'll cut myself from your life like a C-Section

I told you words are my weapons

I could show you all the ways I could love you
And put that down on paper in ways you never thought you could fathom

Or I could turn those words on you
And hurt you in ways you wouldn't dare to imagine

And yet I choose to use and abuse these words
To make you understand them.

Understand me

Show you all the things that I try to be

My goals, fears, struggles, regrets,
Some people would never dream of sharing the things I share
And yet they don't spare the time to listen
I feel that is a disrespect

And yet
They wanna turn to me and look me in my eyes
And despite everything I have shared with them
Say that they feel neglect

So may I ask you this?

When's the last time you took the time
Sat down and put pen to lines
And thought about the ways to redefine
And simply said to a person I love you,
And I don't mean whatsapp'd luv
Smiley face heart emoji co-signed by the number 2

I talking from the bottom of your beating heart
Sat down and felt the spark
Of how without them your life would fall apart and let them know

I the person to whom your speaking to

L Love you let me explain to you

O for begin overwhelmed by the share site of you

V valiantly would run to prove that

E may equal MC squared
But divide my life and I will be the square root of you

Y for the youthful joy you make me feel

O for the way your devoid of Objectivism
In relation to me I need to mention that

U under the stars are all I need
And if you play back what I said but before you hit repeat
You will see that what I just spelt out at the start of each was
I love you

When's the last time you did that, without the aid of a text whatsapp?

In fact forget the last time when's the first you did that?

I'd put my life on it that you've never even
Thought about the way you could make
Another person feel if you said that

Like if I turn back the pages of the chapters which is your life
Id more than likely find
You unwittingly neglect those deserved of your emotions
But invest your time in people you know in the back of your mind
In your darkest hour wouldn't be by your side

Now I'm not judging you or them.

I'm just confused on who you choose to call loved ones and friends

And even though I'm not a betting man
Ill go further 'still' and throw my soul upon the table
That you probably say to a less deserving ilk
Daily the way you feel for them

But these are just words
The meaning is deeper
Some of cling to those that be written in scriptures
They're often the first weapon drawn in a fight or conflict
And yet some people choose to ignore let me change the subject

Return to me.

I'm just speaking words so you can see
That when I'm alone at night and I start to write
That's the true Lincoln that you see.

So if you're wondering where his been

Its right in front of you all this time you just refused to believe

Just Words