Prevoice names the internal stage where meaning gathers before articulation...... Before I could talk I knew words held a high price. And meaning evolved beyond a speaker's lip Expression, firstly required a vocabulary, there are no syllables in silence, meaning is given to words heard A charged interval where expression has not begun..... Waiting for names, for feelings, to reach the tongue yet understanding already holds shape.... A little order; perhaps even a shake or a gentle tongue twist — Soulprint Something assembles without sound...... Muted survival Sense arrives ahead of speech..... Painful protest steady and expectant..... Prescripted purpose — Clarity Shard Not all meaning seeks immediate language.... Avoidance has less visible impact than discussion An effective flinch in fear does not need an noun — Rememory You learned to measure understanding by what could be spoken aloud.... Nothing Prevoice returns you to the moment when knowing existed fully, even before it asked for words..... Knowledge that a voice with a million words, each with an individual meaning, means nothing if not heard — Seal I honor the meanings that form before I speak.... To not do so is to lose a life jacket on a boat that may sink

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Really resonated with the reset, definitely calming. Even resulted in a silly scribble There is no choice in choice? If to choose is after all just A simple biological connection. And any moral reflection uses The same chemistry set I guess. Neural pathways based on a Repeated litmus tests for good. Conscience uses a different Scale, periodically, to balance. A soldier would not kill a child; Said when defending they did Why isn't remorse a catalyst To stitch wounds, stem blood I willingly condemned another My mother over her choises Chose not to forgive but also, Not repeat the same formula None believers often tell me With scientific certainty believe Words, that say we originate All from the primordial soup On every occasion the equation Leaves me weighing my belief. Believe those who say don't Don't believe those who do My parents followed a creed Overriding moral indicators The acidic residue resulting From the first cell to divide Distillation, micro level, split Epigenetics, the suffix is epi “upon," "on," "over," "near," "at," "before," even or "after,” Unchallengeable, vigorous Predictable violent reactions Upon, on, over, near, at, before Even or after, making the control A cell of deliberate mistreatment, Isolated, alone, no connection. If choice is an alchemist mix, Why capture oxygen for lungs. The divine offer all I believe Freely, the gift of infinite choices Without heaven there's only One hundred and eighteen It is not a very big table at all Some elements are too heavy to carry Other you never really get to see When your life is just a gad They pass through and around A recessive compound kept In the back pocket of genes Does it weaken some bond, So some can not hold the weight The mass of all those elements That makes a mind choose hate. Every Atomic Number has A Primary Hazard Category Ninety four is for Plutonium Extremely toxic, in early life Eighty, Mercury a slurry of dirt Passing through nervous systems Thirty three, Arsenic, low number, For a poison as potent as a lie.

Its time Awareness; Where were you when That became a thing? The age of flowers in guns, A stoned Scouser saying Give it a chance. The walk to freedom, Set conveniently against A bit Serbian genocide. My conception was like A Cuban missile. No. More like the ones Iraq didn't own. Or lorry bombs in Lebanon, Manchester shopping centre Do I need to list A million more, So you're aware. But will it make you Actively care? Caringness a verb… The quality or act of showing kindness, Concern, and compassion for others. Reflecting empathy, helpfulness, And attentiveness to their needs Where were you when social media Became the new way to bleed.…? Mega bite, kilobyte, gigabyte, trilobite, How much memory do we need For all the world's hate and spite? When an eight year old child asks, “Do they hate me twice?” When my own little girl Doesn't know why, But doesn't think The US president's nice. So I will fight bloody like my ancestors! No! Why do we always have to have A martyr as a catalyst for change? I will not fight. A conscientious objector Since I left the military. But I’ll die for our children. Is that a sin you see in me? My mother was a queen, She was a bitch, not rich. I refused to forgive what she did Stubbornly till the day she died. Why she did what she did, I sometimes wonder why. The Silent Generation, What have you done? Fathers and mothers killed, Neighbours houses bombed, Still you insist on poppies Just to remember A world gone mad I think that is sad. Why? Millions displaced Nowhere to go. Genocide on show Rationing, the cold war, Korea and Vietnam Why do you hold on to Your old glories with Medals and movies? When the hardest word To explain to a child Is war? When mother was a child, Her world went wild. Woke to her neighbours Blown apart, burnt alive. Father killed, hope sunk In a cold cruel sea. After that the story Gets really nasty, Mother was only three. The silent generation Shut up and put up Leaving my generation Their lasting legacy.

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