Speaking Life, Speaking Death: Edited For Word Count

I’ve discovered that My brain is a place that knows no bounds Of expression. A magazine of thoughts, live rounds That lock Into the chamber, 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 With a pistol to the head of my brother. That’s gossip. And then there’s speech that wasn’t meant that way. Idle words that equal a Negligent discharge, still count as foul play. That’s why it’s best To 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 Against someone’s colour, or shape. Holes caused by Experiencing domestic violence And holes caused by the Self-harm of those suffering in silence. Holes that, blocked By a tongue out of control, Induce the flooding And drowning of a weakened soul. And consider, Words spoken in light-hearted jest Could become The noose around a heavy-hearted neck. A quick acknowledgement. Sticks and stones may Break my bones but words will never hurt me. But we’d all take a 6 weeks healing over years of a mind muddled murky. You know what I mean. When you ask if what they said was maybe right. And I speak from experience. I know I’ve had those sleepless nights. Inward frustration, Caused by a lack of knowing why, Causing outward tears. Sometimes, so sad even my tears would cry. From these times Of Death came the lessons of speaking life. Unlike a phoenix from the ashes, We LEARN speaking life from peaking strife Because speaking Life is LEARNED, it doesn’t grow wild Like untrimmed brambles. Thorns and berries, harsh and mild. There’s purpose 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. Love. 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.