Words

Words are building blocks of stories

They create and destroy lives

They can either be cool or annoying

Words are husbands, actions are their wives

They can unite and split

They can clean wounds and heal souls

The wrong ones might put you in a crypt

When it comes to them, be careful how you choose roles

Words are symphonic orchestras

And psychedelic butterflies

They can cover and protect you like umbrellas

Bit at the same time, they’re able to belie

Kaleidoscope rainbows, intricate designs

Abschied symphonies, homecoming hymns

As old as inhumane crimes

As young as newborn babies, such precious gems

Weak as a bruised and broken wing

Strong as the will of God

Hot as a freshly welded ring

Cold as a frozen rod

Abschied symphony, Annabel Lee

Dorianne Laux, Edgar Allen Poe

Maya Angelou,

I know why the caged bird sings

Greatest stories ever told

It’s amazing what words can do

They can alter entire lifestyles

Chaotic as a zoo

Patient as a nun’s smile

Elusive as a CIA agent

Open as a countryside farm

Spellbound as a Pagan

Realistic as a jailhouse yard

Words are weapons of mass destruction

And the armor of heavenly angels

Words can stop an entire system of production

They can smooth things over, or just make them tangled

Words are neurotransmitters with sporadic reactions

They are equilibrium and homeostasis at times of ease

They fill the avid reader with satisfaction

Cliff hangers and open endings always tease