The Poet With a Way to See

by Moondial2

I think this is #3 of my self imposed KX challenge. To me their lyrics are finely edged weapons. They make me bleed. They make me cry. They make me feel. Above all else- they heal me. Ty Tabor, Jerry Gaskill, Doug Pinnick. Thank you.

The Poet With a Way to See...

Words can be both powerful tools or dangerous weapons. Chelsea found out the hard way. It started with one word "Love". The moment it left her lips people started thinking. The next day they started doing. Strangers were kind to one another. Lovers dedicated themselves to mutual happiness. Flowers grew in the desert. Chelsea was amazed at her new found talent so she tried again, this time welding two at the same time. She walked through the streets declaring "you are!"

The dual words had a duel effect. Some heard it as a statement of being and immediately reached Enlightenment. Others reacted in confusion and parried with a word of their own, "what?" Like a fencer in an elegance dance she added another word "beautiful." She flew through the world exclaiming "You are beautiful!" Those who had known confusion found clarity. They ran into the streets in celebration, passing on her message like notes in a classroom.

With four words Chelsea became a Ninja. She gathered them to her and took to the air, writing in the sky. "All things must pass." Seeing the statement in the clouds some paused and put up their shields. "All things?!" they shouted in defense. "What about pain, sickness and death?" The great word warrior was at a loss. Was it possible for all things to pass? Was it reasonable? She changed her stance and added her fifth word. "Almost all things will pass." The crowd below her just groaned seeing her vulnerability. Some brave soul shouted his own words of encouragement. "Try again tomorrow!"

Chelsea took the blow and headed home.

At high noon the next day Chelsea knew she was ready. It was time for her close up action sequence. Six words should be lethal. She balanced them in her hands and twirled them like a pistol. "Oh my people!" she shouted, "I come bearing gifts!" She fired her shots. "In yourself believe, it's all right" For one brief second, the world stood still. Her witnesses looked at each other and then looked into themselves. In unison they shouted "Thank you. We had forgotten not to just be kind to others but to also be kind to ourselves."

I am not sure how much of a difference the great warrior made. Did she chase away the darkness? Probably not. But she might have given a few people their own weapons of words. Can they help? Certainly. Can they harm? Absolutely. To all those who listen, use your weapons and Ninja skills wisely. Chelsea might be watching.

Note: I think this is #3 of my self imposed KX challenge. To me their lyrics are finely edged weapons. They make me bleed. They make me cry. They make me feel. Above all else- they heal me.

Ty Tabor, Jerry Gaskill, Doug Pinnick. Thank you.