In this world, the use
of words has become discretionary.
You cannot rely on the
dictionary,
for it seems words are
a lot of mumbo jumbo.
It now requires you to
be a sleuth like Colombo.
Seems conversing has
become like a rumble in the jungle.
Words, I am afraid are
in an utter bungle.
They just don’t have
the same old meaning,
and depending on the
user it can be downright deceiving.
For sometimes words
are manipulated.
Then there is the
manner in which they are translated.
If the word and the
action do not seem to comply,
somewhere there could
be a little white lie.
Look at the words,
destiny and fate.
They now are words
used to abdicate.
No need to find your
path home.
Plead you are
suffering from some syndrome.
Someone else is responsible
for your actions,
life is the result of
the stars’ reactions.
The word love has been
casually cast around.
You wonder if it can
actually be found.
It has become the
opposite of what it was supposed to be.
Love is just no longer
free.
It comes with strings
and expectation.
Love today even comes
with litigation.
The meaning of success
has been flipped.
The whole of mankind
seems to be pistol-whipped.
You are judged by what
you possess.
That has become the
meaning of success.
It doesn’t matter
about your true being.
It is all about your
material well-being.
Free will has become a
product of the ego.
It is now marketed as
our amigo.
Yet, following it will
bring you great misery.
There is no magic in
its wizardry.
It will take you away
from the original source.
Lead you down a
dangerous course.
Words are tossed
bogusly around every day.
Be careful about what
you hear, think and say.
The power of words has
been known throughout history.
Abracadabra, Alakazam
and Hocus Pocus are the keys to the mystery.
For each of them
simply state,
with my word I create.
--Beverly Blanchard
Originally published in:
Into the Waves - Poems and Other Writings (2012)
