"Ultimate" Poetry

Words
What am I to say? These are just words.In truth they hold no meaning.You just hear them, see them, after all.But words were meant to be more than that.Words were meant to be felt.They were meant to touch; to healNever to hurt or to cause down anyone.They were made to soothe; to easeNever were they made sharp or poisonous.They were meant to be shared;Share bare and without deceit.They were made to calm; to singThey were meant to describe and define;this glorious world of utter beauty.They were meant not to made in contempt;they were meant to bring justice, and joy.But these are just words;And words may have many meanings,but to those who truly hear means only one;You. And me.


Senses
Do you hear it?Its endless creaks; relentless voice.Of silent cruelty it reeks.A silent voice; infernal noise.Hidden from one's eyes,Though obvious from one's sight.Disdain and mockery for all that is not.Can you see it?Its mindless drones; grotesque protestOf anything not itself.A parable of dead living;Stains of fearful blood,Forced upon those who dared contra its words;Its hideous form; listen to it.Hear its shameful heart beating and pulsing.See it die yet living; Its infinitesimal cry for help; see it.Its tearless tears; can you hear it?For neither seeing or hearing does saveThe human heart from its inhumanity.