Just Another Poem Poem by David Thomas

Writing is a joy
it's a love
it's a passion
and it's compassion
writing is a lot of things,
writing is a lot of things,
writing is a lot of things,
which is why to the trained mind,
those three repeated lines
are all completely different in their meaning
even if they look the same.

Words are like people
some look similar
some sound the same
some just look plain weird
some sound pretty smart
and some are small
others very large
and not all words are pleasant,
no some are more hurtful
but just like people,
no word was born to be hurtful
no we took care of that ourselves...

Books are like lives
from one to the next
eye to pen and hopefully not vis versa,
a book contains all the information you desired
whether it be true or false
right or wrong
it's just like a life,
not perfect, although some may rarely claim,
a book is just a book
but to some it's the gateway
to view other peoples' lives
and see all the mistakes they learned from.

And bookstores are like...well let's not get into that

Lines, and phrases, quotes and symantix
they are the arsenal of the world's deadliest people
it comes down to what killed the ancient samurai
the pen is far mightier than the sword
diplomacy in the end nine times out of ten
will conquer all with a little red grip
and a streaming jet of black ink on some parchment
what's more efficient to get your way from the enemy;
carve through them one by one?
or simply write some lesser remark meant to betray the mind?

some of us writers
we use our aresenals for good
and some for bad
but rarely would i ever use it to hurt
unless that's simply how i wanted you to feel
Which leads me to my next point,
us writers,
we're the ultimate pupetteers,
you tell me why.