That Forever Word
By Chip Marks

You know the one that never goes away.
I have learned this lesson in slow motion time.
She told me words are eternal and now I believe.
Anger comes second to the demands of a greedy child.
Syllables split the air and pull silent endearment into dark pools of goodbye
Those words never disappeared, they never went away, but she did, forever.
And then there is the word that reveals something.
Those things I keep underground, verbs I have yet to throw.
This coldness goes very deep or maybe not but nevertheless revealing.
Timing is everything in comedy and in death down to the clock.
I fade away with tears that just seem to be there, not massive sadness, just dull loss.
And I am alone, and if possible barely known.
How many times alone in a crowd?
Doesn’t mean as much as it seems.
But that dull emptiness, the one you endure daily.
A gently melting of my heart.
They were just words, vibrations in sync with intellect and hatred.
Accidental sentences. All these thing I love and hate.
The elitism and intolerance I never want the world to know.
Who am I, let me paint you frescoes and portraits of shiny green
I am better then that, so you thought.
I am alone and there is a reason, and it’s not so hard to see.
I’m no one in this puzzle of simplicity.
Just a voice too stupid to see, and eye to blind too speak