Words

Words crepitate, whisper, howl and screech
Explode and sparkle
Fourth of July fireworks displaying myriad battle
All in brilliant shapes and sizes. Some beneath the above, few far away close to the night
Meteor with long tails, birds plumes, singing   their flight
reverberation in the sky, echoes of sounds translated into words in your mind
And are lost, gone, smoky dust storms is all you find
Leaps from the cliffs of horizon
And is lost into the void
Words are murderous creatures
Blood soaked, thirsty for your throat
In it lies agony, defeat,smile, struggling with them so futile
To understand words, you have to wipe them out
Erase them from memory, find life, and have no doubt
Find the space where words are not required
Where they don't lose themselves in their own silence
That t silence where those words lie hidden, lost, confused
Unable to come out
Poetry is a language that God  disdains
You a scared cuckoo that flew over his nutty domain
Awaiting your defeat in a world yet unborn
He wants comfort of a corporate giant
Yours are words that are eternally defiant
He has no need for silly clovers
Not a word that challenges his lovers
What you bring to the table is his faults
He finds in you a heretics onslaught