Words Poem by Paul Andrew Bourne

Thrill me with words that can
open a rusty lock
fill the spirit with love
uplift a bitter soul
transform a sorrowful occasion
purify the being from-
lust, hatred and covetousness
subside all disappointments
strengthen a weak bone
guide a revolution
stimulate an intellectual discovery
extract hidden potential
inspire a splendid performance
soothe a sorrowful wound
cross the bridge of sarcasm

And Not those of
cruel subtlety
peaceful disunity
seductive purpose
irony of intent

Because
they
suppress the being
enslave the soul
destroy the mind’s constructiveness
and repeatedly scar the heart
even long after the user is gone


Words
more mighty than the sword
more destructive than AIDS
more revolutionary than science
more lasting than scars
more powerful than man’s future creative potential
more heart rending than toothache
more difficult than love lost

So, Keep them pure!