VOICE
written by Marini Barika Facey
Words charge out of people's mouths like trains. When these locomotives whistle and blow, they force oncoming trains off of the proverbial tracks.
Words take form out of mouths like rickety highways and busy tunnels, look over and under these infrastructures, sound races and rattles, and wakes everything nearby.
Words are earthquakes that send out pulsing tremors, people don't feel the effects at first, but the latter is jarringly worse.
Words move like electricity that surges through perpendicular lines, and entrap people with powerful conductors, charm and lies; words are flashy like lightning and rage like tornadoes, chaotic and careless, these whirlwinds thrive on impact, and destroy everything in its path.
Words fly out of people's mouths like once colorful-vibrant leaves. These leaves drift in the proverbial wind and don't know where they will land; they twist, dry up, and crackle under man.
Words drop out of people's mouths like anchors on the sides of majestic ships. Anchors release into the soul's depths like sturdy ropes of certainty and hope.
Words grow out of people's mouths like strong steady oaks; integrity flows through its branches like water moves down dry thirsty throats. Truth feeds the starving soul at its deep roots.
Words are little children who play amidst gigantic trees; laughter dances through their arms, legs, and knees, and they excitedly run after each other like shaking leaves.
Words thump like celestial feet with perpetual rhythm; creativity and imagination peak, with each beat of these ancient drums.
Words rush out of people's mouths like paintbrushes, and illuminate its world with each radiant touch; it brushes beauty, youthfulness, and newness with every skillful stroke; it inspires artists to paint and invokes within them childlike noise, so artists gain limitless poise, as each matures their brilliant voice.