King of Fools gold

A king with all of the wealth in the world

All of the power and might

But with empty seats at his meeting table

No servants grooming  his silk horses at the stables

All chefs have left the kitchens and butchery 

Imperial carpets are void of eyes in awe

Jewels lay incased with keys in their locks

No threat of skinny pickpocket in fingers 

Nor mastermind thieves loitering by the tall pillars

The king pleads.. Oh assassin, just pick me!

And his voice echoes back, in the same high note of desperation, growing ever faint into the wallowing air. 

He has the prestige and gems, but an empty heir. 

The assassin is not  interested in the arrogant ruler of fools gold.

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splendid manners of the wise

your poetry is just words and lies

if your tongue speaks with envious eyes

and you hold anger in your heart, further engraving your demise.

Because poetry reflects feelings; and the best feelings are of truth

And truth begets knowledge, and begets splendid manners of the wise

 

 

Keep living 

Let yourself cry

Stop saying you are weak

Stop saying you are strong 

Because if you break, 

You’ll deflect ur self to weakness 

And if you shake the world

You’ll grow into delusional arrogance 

You are neither weak nor strong

You are human and have one job 

That is to keep living

Whether you fall 

And hurt

Or rise high and 

Become a star

Good things and bad things 

Will always race to get you

“An Essay on Criticism”- Alexander Pope

“A little learning is a dangerous thing;

drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring:

there shallow draughts intoxicate the brain,

and drinking largely sobers us again.”

 

This is a segment from Alexander Pope’s couplet An Essay on Criticism, from the 18th century.  He wrote this when he was just 23!

When you learn a little, you become amazed by discovering what it is to see.  As if the token of seeing is all you need.  When you get lost at sea, surrounded by all hues of blue, you realize- that truly, you don’t know, and only see as far as the sea surrounds you.   It humbles you because you experience how much bigger it is than you.

when you see it from afar, off the coast on a beach, the joy at shore makes you think that this- this is galore, this is magnificence, all-while still remaining in your little world.

Not until you drift through and- by God’s grace, great waves swallow you and leave your short-sight at bay; you rely on none but your heart to bare what’s manifest before you.   because it’s too vast for your eyes to concur.

Don’t be a monster, you’re not a monster

Please don’t be a monster
Don’t let it devour you
It hurts to hurt but
Don’t let it seethe you
Remember when you were a little girl
And you would try to see it through

Don’t be a monster
Just let these feelings pass
Think of all the soft petals
Brushing across your rosey cheeks

Its okay, you are still you
They are just old
And hurting to make it through
Be nice to them, and work for them

They raised you with love and honey
And warm milk and enough money
For you to grow and smile

So remember those smiles
Remember their smiles

You are not a monster
So don’t be a monster
Don’t let their harsh words devour you
They still love you
And always will love you

Your mouth must hold the thorny roses
For their empty vases
Because they poured all their water
Into your empty glass
So you can be full and
Face the world of faces
And be quenched to face its heat
So don’t ever slip and beat
And make yourself feel weak

Serve them well with your full glass
And hold their thorny roses
So you all can smell its soft petals

And plant their last smile
For their short while left.

A threshold past the heavens

are you catching on
are you catching onto how each cloud reflects the sky in its own view
bringing color and form in every possible hue
are you catching onto how each cloud gives the sky purpose

and how the sky finds purpose with the clouds
and that we see the final scene
with all of it’s everlasting depth and beauty

are you catching onto how this scenery is the secret to all we yearn
that it’s all we need to learn
every breeze plows the clouds apart
fashioning each strobe most delicately through the horizon
there’s wisdom in every whispered wonder in whatever cloud that descends a little lower than usual

do you see the magnitude before your eyes
what is arrogance
what is pride
what is ownership
when that which is beyond us
is past our bewilderment

what little is left
but love
something we can acquire

a threshold of its own
a bridge that leads to further discovery
creating beauty from all the past and misery
as the sun sets away last of it’s days fusing light
to fall in love with the moon
and enlighten another path
that can only be seen in the night
and each star to twinkle us through time until we set again

and again, and again.

for us to find a reason to smile again,

and again.