Words

A poem about the beauty of words

I am a poet

through vocabularies, I find words

sometimes sitting in the dark,

Searching for right words, to embellish

my poem, because that what it is;

an embellishment that brings out and manifests

My sincerest thoughts.

through words, i transmit what the silence

communicate with me, what the gods whispers to me

and what the goddess of my heart dictate me to write so i shall

touch the authenticity of my thoughts

feeling like an artist painter that use different colors,

images to delight it’s painting but rather

I use words to express, to paint and to draw

The abstracted truth.

with words, I try to delight life,

with words, I transcend the meaning of death

By creating a vortex, where only me and the words live.

with words, I capture the sens and the paradox of

Everything news. with words, I comprehend the essence

Of my soul, its deepest desire and find my nature.

like every writing need a source, I need words

to fragmented my sorrow and happiness by

taking me away, and make me visualize

Whatever I want through words. Words are friends of poets,

conspiring within the heart, to become honey and milk into the heart,

Wine to the soul and coffee to the spirits.