"Inside me, the taste
Of things unspoken dries my mouth.
Time goes on without force, without haste,
Slow as lean cattle in some long drought."
Don't get this twisted.
I sometimes take words that were used by others. Rehash and reuse them, and make my own words.
I have swiped stuffs off most of the greats and many of zero renown. I've probably stolen from you.
There is more to be heard in the words from great lines, than could spill forth from me.
So if I've stolen from you, and per chance have offended . juts think but this, and all is mended; nothing original came from me.
For all the words I use today are already contained in the dictionary.
the words I can't say are the holes I punch in the walls of my psyche...
Wow...nice poetry but I still can't get a clear meaning of it Are you talking about plagiarizers here or what?