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Performers, actors

Players and backstabbers

They are persuasive and seductive

Fondling your mind

They'll lure you and trap you

With their subliminal suggestions

And provocative rhymes

Draped in captivating red

And decorated with diamonds

They hide daggers inside their sleeves

Dripping with superficiality and authenticity

Deceit and decency

Loathing and love

Raging with burning passion

Flooded with desire

Inciting flaming intimacy

And blazing voracity

Like kindling to a fire

They undress pride with a syllable

Strip away secrets with a vowel

Baring souls

And leaving hearts exposed

Whispered with all the subtlety 

Of a flirtatious smile

Or screamed with all the intensity 

Of a fierce eruption

Masters of illusion

Artists

Painting worlds that cannot be touched

With a humble parting of the lips

Releasing sprays of bullets that gush

Like wintry showers

Leaving the world cold and slippery

A weapon of the evil

And a weapon of the great

But, a weapon nonetheless

Only twenty-six parents

But children, countless

Strung together 

Creating generations, eras, millennia

Desecrated and bent

Chosen and minced 

Choked on, played on

Thought, read and written

Born out of passion

Killed by abuse

There are first words 

And there are last words 

But conceivably the most significant 

Are the words in between

So much creation

So much devastation

With a simple stab of the tongue

And bloody lips over teeth

Some words slip right off

Like the loose knot on a robe

Some words penetrate

And slice open souls

How much guilt and regret has been spent

On words that were spoken

Or, words never said

Sometimes there simply are no words 

And sometimes 

They just don't quite make it out of our heads

Powerful, but also limited 

Because once they are spoken 

There is no turning back 

It is what it is

Remember

Before you open your mouth

Your words do not yet exist 

You are the creator of something once immaterial

So be careful of the comments which you conceive 

Mind what is born on your lips

Consider whether it deserves to be delivered into this world

To be given life 

An infant, of your own making

A child

Of which you alone pay the price

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