Words as offensive weapons
dwell on ugliness of bad-humored life.
Words as effective tools
dwell on beauty and truth
of good-humored health,
Yet, swords become plowshares.
Plowshares are used as unwieldy swords.
Regenerative intent becomes degenerative chaos.
Degenerative discontent becomes regenerate
within silent complexity.
Can words become weapons
for active peace?
And still tools
feeling quietly unresolved internal wars?
Between curious ancient communioned minds
and courageous ego bodies,
Between original health-tooled womb
And today’s wealth-weaponed tidal means,
yet resiliently flowing ways,
transparent brother dissonance
voicing sister confluence
through empowering vulnerability;
between quiet health-wombed rememories.
Wisely employed wellness tools
for feminist well-being weapons;
for hearing embeautied Truths,
rekindling communicating Lives;