Speaking in Tongues

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You don't have to be so scared to share what's inside
'Cause you're daddy's little superstar, and you're mumma's little butterfly
Strange strange lit me in verses and reverses, ad libs and reverses
Clouds burst and words curse; an argument breaks out
It's one we've all heard before: it's boring,
it's had us all snoring from the first line
One after another, chimed in perfect time
Tired rehashes and petty cashes and mismatches
You should've could'ves and why didn't you did'ves
Crippling snippets aimed at the heart to inflame and parblame
Framed like Momia, verbal diarrhoea
Spasms creating chasms between the souls of two, or two billion
Nations torn apart, station to station damnation
with much deliberation and very little consideration
to the return of the damndest from the altercation
Collateral condemnation, then denying, like colourisation
of an old black and white, create a revision of the recent last night
A fight that started with two words: I'm right.
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Of course the fight ends, no resolution
Merely a vie for retribution, substitution, execution, electrocution
Ruthless, toothless and proofless
Mumbling through page after page of excuses
Abuses of the gift of the gab
Gabriel, the trumpeter, bestowed upon us a voice of choice
and a tongue kept moist by years of salivating for oysters and pearls and aphrodisiacs
Locked in an ugly shell, always too chewy and gooey
so they get swallowed whole
But a tongue is so much more than a vehicle for greed
or the decipherer of feed
A tongue is for washing fur or for licking wounds
or welcoming newcomers into a room
or cleansing those fresh from the womb
Without a tongue there'd be no prunes, swoons, dunes under the moons,
no bees pollinating no flowers to bloom
No recitation of words at the foot of a tomb
or wills read aloud of the family heirlooms
You probably couldn't even blow up a balloon,
and that would be a shame
because to exhale is the name of the game
Exhale from the heart, not from the lungs,
speak from the heart, not from the tongue.
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Listening is understanding and finding compassion
Love is the action of sole satisfaction
The tongue can make wishes of ultra-fine kisses
taste the sweet cake and also cast disses
but nothing compares to the voice from within
Without it we may as well be mannequins
up to no darn good shenanigans
Learn to be skilful, move the stones
that block the heart that turn humans to clones
Learn to forgive, set free the bones
Touch with your flesh, take off the rubber gloves
Love like your life depends on it, because it does
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