funny flavored tongues

 

by Jaison Christopher Hungerford

 

 

Tiptoed, into a world

of different tongues

 

tiptoed, from a toddler

into colored accents

 

funny flavored tongues

that range in volume

 

mountain eloquence

of varied elevation

 

some speak of eternity,

with brevity

 

while others spill fountains,

and say nothing.

 

 

So much have I,

of vaulted verbal treasure

 

where do I begin,

to unlock the seal

 

what language do I form,

before I spit the clay

 

to shout or whisper low;

my conundrum

 

natural paper tongue,

Iím barely ever, heard

 

How do I earn, where

so many speak at once

the right to speak

 

and though I yearn,

I fail at once

 

So I fail, and become quiet

like a foreigner

 

where I should have

become, perceptive

 

and a resident.

 

 

Am I wanted, will

you take my hand

 

will you welcome

me, to your world

 

remind me of who I am

 

remind me of

my birthright

 

explain, my voice

needs training

 

that raw talent will not do

will not lead me home?

 

 

Say it baby

Say It well

 

The language

needs to be learned

 

needs to be honed

needs to be stripped down

 

to the bone,

and reformulated

 

Needs to be correlated, corrugated,

and reassembled, till its covered

with fingerprints

 

and that takes time,

my love

 

 

It is a deep land

of many symbols

 

many markers,

many, many, many words

 

strange birds, bluebirds

blackbirds, backwards, black words

catbirds, and forward again

 

buzzwords and buzzards and onwards and forewords

forwards and downwards and headwords and goatherds

loanwords and homewards and lanyards and leopards

lizards and wizards, watchwords and vineyards

Spaniards and shepherds, shorebirds and more words.

 

But first, you must

learn to breathe

 

Acquire the essence

then, acquire the words

 

To acquire the universe,

acquire simplicity

 

the shortest way

to a sweet voice

 

Acquire the notes

and you acquire

 

the mastery of time

projecting notes forever

 

Clear Harmonic Power

Capable of reaching stars

 

and ears

over the sound of wind

 

catch first your heart,

and its fingerprint

 

then, when time permits,

sing along

 

by this, you will learn to sing

to jabber a stringed instrument

 

Jabbing heart strings

that prick the conscience

 

plucking joy-tears,

from the dainty minds of your followers

 

Till the message is

crystal clear

 

Or, till someone is weeping.


© 2004 Jaison Christopher Hungerford

 

This is Jaisonís first published work.

Jaison_hungerford@yahoo.com