Key To Owning Original Words (31 - EDO) by Stephen Weigel

Key to owning original words (31-EDO)

Every inch of cared-for homes
Are the opposite of my abode;
It’s just a spot where I sit as I create
In my apartment-31 home

Squalor accompanies grand aesthetic heights
All great prodigies keep filth within their sight!
“I may be lazy, but I try to be un-trite!”
I exclaim in 31-tone.

In songwriting, so few people care
For new sounds or contextual affairs
Understanding had to trump love
So I cut it off at 31-tone.

There’s no more space for artistic costs, and you don’t
Need to bear financial loss, oh well,
Orwell had some words to say about the
Way we think twice before we act to
Change the language, so we can own our thinking,
and its shaping power over man.

Music speaks what we already know
And it fills every cranny and nook
Difference stifled by the sheer demand
For the current ogled trend

So my titles adapted to change
Joining meanings to fight through the noise
I owned words, interactively spawned,
Only a googol of mixtures is left.

Every inch of my insipid spot
Is the end of my creative rope
A machine dedicated to novelty and match
Every title a Google-nope

There’s no more space for artistic costs, and you don’t
Need to bear financial loss, oh well,
Orwell had some words to say about the
Way we think twice before we act to
Change the language, so we can own our thinking,
and its shaping power over man.

(Interlude)

What words are left out in our shared knowhow?
What are we missing emotionally?
Could our complexity quickly approach?
Limits unimagined or totally unseen?

Then let’s Newspeak our way into
The perfect language for me and you
All sounds, all words, all things real and fake
Combined together in 31-tone.

There’s no more space for artistic costs, and you don’t
Need to bear financial loss, oh well,
Orwell had some words to say about the
Way we think twice before we act to
Change the language, so we can own our thinking,
and its shaping power over man.

(Interlude)

I unlock the cramped and darkened hole
Where I live and down the daily lore
Doubly thought enantiomorphs
That I got to last.

Perfect language photographs a sign
Her man mills upon cloudy men generating
One thousand words to delineate the truth
My own thoughts are old.

There’s no more space for artistic costs, and you don’t
Need to bear financial loss, oh well,
Orwell had some words to say about the
Way we think twice before we act to
Change the language, so we can own our thinking,
and its shaping power over man.