Awesomeness Is A Word
They used to say I wasn't cool
for making up words
Latin is a dead language.
However when I speak
The crypts open wide
And out spills a tide
of pure magnificence
They started to believe me
When I said
Neither Greek nor Latin is
Really dead
verba sunt amor
Words are love
I echoed in their ears
A hurricane of jubilance
What is man, cooped up with all his thoughts?
Without a word to say, or a word for words?
Pondering everything he sees without a name?
Isn't silence and a lack of knowledge a pitiful game?
Yet I ask isn't it awesome?
You read me without my face?
You enter my mind without psychic powers?
Or without withstanding a debate?
Isn't it awesome?
To read these words
And feel at home?
Those "dead" languages, too,
Have their throne...
I invite you where are hearts are,
Living
in
PURE AWESOMENESS