The first bird (bard?) of the morn
I peeped into the salon.

Are you ready mate? I queried.

His eyes were ashes of night
and I doubted his mood.

I should be, he said
your hair is my livelihood.

Make it short I said
top bottom and the sides
and his scissors was Beethoven
soothingly rising and falling
making the sweetest sound
celebrating martyrdom of my hairs
resignedly falling on the ground.

But too soon it was over
and he held the mirror.

Wouldn't a little shorter be fine?

Nope, he smiled
considering your hairline
further recession would be a disaster.

I paid him buying his logic
and like a symphony
skimmed the air merrily.

Words  are not just words
Words can build an empire,
Words can take you higher.
Words can instill a fatal plot.
Words can leave a soul to rot.
So be on your guard with words.

Words are meant to inspire.
Words are meant to set you free
To encourage you to take another leap,
To create with pleasant imagery.
Or turn memories into untold tale
To try again even if you had fail.

If your words will hurl retaliation
Don't, stop, think, stay silent.
They can be someone's reason
for self annihilation.
Let your words make you bold
Let your words save a soul,
Or let them put a smile
on someone's face.
*May your words be filled with grace.

Thin is the veil of the serpent
It's silent thunder gathers the storm
Dreams as it laughs
At its darkest day
Shakes in its expression
Kicks in the door and pushes shame into love
Crystal clear is the smoke
That hangs like a thin veil

When your sad I am sad
Feel bad I feel bad
When you smile I smile
Fly away I fly as well
When you dream I dream
Weep I weep in waves
When you think I think
Pause I pause in time
When you touch I touch
Within love I love
When you call the Devil
I