An Ode To the Words

Oh words, open your gates and relish my thoughts Without your shoulder, my walks are crippled You are the might and the sight of the mind Without you, we are just vacant glitters. Every phantasm of emotions I create Without you are vanity utters Adamantine walls shatter at your grace Touching hearts in soothing pace. Oh words, fill my mind with the water of holy lakes To cool those with blazing wrath And to revile and extol those fantastic souls And with my foolish wrangle let me amuse. But I will control the natural urge to misuse The patrimony of eminence of your creator I perceive you as a two edged sword Killing the aim and the aimer with no mercy. So come and transform my trumpery pen To a magic wand of flowing emotions.