The lips cannot taste the meanin behind the flava or words... There's a silence in the way the tongue waves their worth... Subtle or in ya face once said there is no reason to hush the truth... The only feelin is the freedom to speak the minds calculations put to use... Felt they have the impact to change the course of time... None the less they are bland n are released into the airwaves as they fly... Regrettably spoken or meant down to the curve on which they are heard... There is no texture even if they attempt to flirt... Invisible shockwaves can ripple the ribs or slay emotions with a single slit... As the beginning of ends sit on the teeter on a rectifiable kiss... Loosenin relations with a chatter that finds its way beyond the shell in which protects the immaturities hidden within... N there's no way to savor the power of a vocal rant callin out an upside down grin... Lil letters rearranged to construct the configuration of thoughts brought to life... Be careful how u spit their punctuations for tone is along for the ride... Once airborne they scramble for an ear to listen close enough to the details of their own design... They can bring joy or make u feel dead inside... As not one trace of raw flavor has ever landed on a tastebud waitin n willin to tell the tale... Even when mixed with passions pleasure or the catch phrases of pains mindless fails... Verbal connection only comes through as a motionless marvel to move that tingle in our hearts... N if put into form they can be a work of art...