Braggart

Braggart

Haranguing tongues wag everyday

Harpies hardly stop nagging

It’s a cross between lying and bragging

To assume yours is the only way

New things happen everyday

Wouldn’t want to be the one lagging

Who set new tongues to wagging

It’s better to stay out of the fray

Step to the beat of a different drum

Be careful in all that you say

Eventually the good things will come

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The Words

So many ways to say

One simple little thing

Do we fear the words themselves?

Is it the intimacy?

Or do we not really mean it

When we use other phrases?

We’ve become so close,

Our world so small

But we’re miles apart in our heads,

In our hearts

When we can communicate so well

Translate a thousand tongues

Why is it so hard

To say three little words?

No matter the language

We must learn

We must try

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Dead Men

Trailing tongues of fire

Teasing, tantalizing, taunting

Taking me to soaring towers

Teach me your theories

I’ve had a taste

And it’s toxic

My traitorous tongue

Will tell tales

I’m tumbling on a tenuous thread

The tiniest tremor

Would topple me

This tryst

Is transcendent

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Confession

If I start speaking Latin

Don’t think that I’m possessed

I’m only conversing in tongues

Confessing how much I’m blessed

Angels might echo my actions

But I’d hardly count myself one

I’m not really suited for harping

I’d like to have a little more fun

But saints and sinners are people

They all had ordinary lives once

Till a catalyst hastened a spark

Making giants out of runts

My pedestal stands at the ready

I’ll have so far to climb

You put me so far above you

Gives me farther to fall, I find

You’ve no notion of being so blessed

Blessings have no meaning of self

It’s not that you can’t ever love me

It’s the value, the cost, the price

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