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

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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