A simple musing on the world of words.


Doomed never to be free

Or such is as I see

Trapped by my own fell mind

Stuck like all human kind


Caged by the dance of speech

Please stop I do beseech

By fool’s politics caught

My freedom hard is sought


Folk weave words for snares

They use hopes and cares

This should not be so

Please let good words go


A word has great power

To make one sweet or sour

A word can choose one’s fate

Can ope or close the gate


A word is a sharp sword

The surest garrotte cord

A word is a love’s kiss

Pure and gentle bliss


Hope you enjoy, please feel free to comment.

The Lonely Recluse.

~ by The Lonely Recluse on August 17, 2011.

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