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,
I�m 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 Jaison�s first published work.
