i feel that i need a new language
  as this one no longer serves me.
it confuses me and angers me to
  no end with its failure to mean
  anything beyond the mundane.
  there is no power but to say
  ’power’.  no passion… for such
  a word remains limited by a twenty-
  six link chain attached to a
  weighted ball.

i’ve thought of studying various
  other languages, though i
  fear in the end, that i would
  ultimately feel the same about
  them as well.

what i need is to create my
  very own language, complete
  with characters so profound
  in their meaning that words
  would drip with emotion. 
  context and tonality would be
  easily felt from the page, and to
  speak it would bring tears to
  one’s eyes.

such a thing would be beautiful
  indeed… though i fear i may
  jealously guard this language
  that it not be destroyed by
  simple-minded folks… the likes
  of which are currently destroying
  the English language.

and so it would be that only
  i would revel in this new tongue.
it would be lonely, no doubt.
though perhaps within i would
  still find serenity.