Big Words

We all have big words

our means can be explained,

thoughts revealed drained

at the expense of syllables

in the defense of parables

when followed by an arm of dilligence

or a conscience of wickedness

they produce irreversable effects

to the end which respects

you and I, the strings of time

the irrevocable questions

Of a life Denied.

whose music do you hear

when the lights go out

when aquaintances fade away

the darkness devours their shouts

influential chatter

remnants splattered

but whose thoughts do you think

within the frame of your mind

Because you and I both have big words

We can all cypher to the moment

be cameleons of personality

Flowing from one form to the mold of the next

But what appears is empty

and what is a hand that is held in forgetfulness?

Or complusive relentlessness

perhaps the warm glow of lost affection

the forgotten direction

of thoughts unsaid?

or memories unthought?

I long to see beyond the big words I myself have sought.