ode to verse

how these words awake,
from deep inside,
to lay spread ,
our hope, rage , love , hate.........

how something inside conjures,
these beautiful verse.
which soothe and uplift,
comfort and embrace
the worst and best of us.

how through words we are
made aware, of the heart that aches
in diverse beings;
of the dreams that simmer in us;
of the hope that grows inside.

but sometimes words fail,
to embrace the pain that rages;
we grow numb, we sink , we fall,
we survive;
we live out of habit,
scarred and bruised.

suddenly hope finds it's way,
igniting the embers turned cold.
now again words paint
the canvas of remembrance ,
with the memory that remains.

we seek to transform it
into something more.
we might succeed,
we might fail.
but we owe ourselves
a tale.

PRAYER FOR DESPERATE HEARTS

Menacing pall of despair,
Captivates my being.
Is my spirit capable of soaring?
Past the dark clouds to seek light,
Does light even exist.

This cruel existence reminds,
Constantly to this imagination,
The futility of its flight.
The ruins of past, comes alive now;
Hope my only escape.

I search for belief,
I crave for alchemy to transform me.
My soul seeks unshackling,
O lord give me a talisman to escape-
This neutered and gory realm I call life.