Fighting like cats and dogs Can't find any common ground When we can't speak The same language -Kel Dayheart
Schoolyard Bully
The English language Is a bully That plagiarizes its neighbors And tries to pass the knowledge off As its own work -Kel Dayheart
Rules of Language
Flake of snow Drop of rain Who decided That this is the way That this is how We speak -Kel Dayheart
Communication
To some Language makes us superior As though the scribbles written Upon deaden trees make us more- More than "common" animal But does not the owl hoot? Nor the "common" wolf call out? Language is no more or less Than sounds made up And put into a system Language is meant to Communicate... Continue Reading →
Finding my Voice
Words hate me When I go to speak Out loud And soon the hate Is mutual And I stay silent Words adore me And I them When written Out on every scrap Of paper Until it all comes pouring out I may be silent But I will not be silenced -Kel Dayheart
Cannot Detect Language
Nothing makes sense And I'm trying To understand the impossible It's like translating Without knowing the original language Nor which language you're changing to -Kel Dayheart
Blackout #88
I speak the language of flowers to blot out the living one.
Quote of the Week #18
So I don't think I've mentioned it here, but I'm attempting to learn German. And while looking into it you learn all sorts of things. Although I won't bore you guys with the details (I enjoyed it). I started looking into proverbs and I found one I thought I'd share. Wer rastet, der rostet. He... Continue Reading →
Unknown Syllables
There is something to be said About going to places That speak different languages Where the words make no sense And the sounds from foreign tongues Washes over you like music The meaning may be lost But you can still fall in love With unknown syllables -Kel Dayheart
Crass
Tactless, is the way you speak Especially, when speaking to me -Kel Dayheart
Fragment of a Figment 