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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my nose is caught high on a hook

The pain of thought would have diminished as the excess scent of incense blows away,   leaving the gentle aroma behind.
Instead, I have now tainted my feet and must allow it to heal, as well as to let my hardened tongue to soften and stop oozing the puss of angst and pride.
my nose is caught high on a hook, I’m a display of arrogance and humiliation.
I’ve exhausted my soul of proper recompense, I can only move on to tell myself the tall tale of my belligerence.
Complaining leads to further damnation

It’s when the thorns outgrow and envelope the rose of patience and light.
Taking away the sweet fragrance of forbearance and experience, further expelling the ungrown seeds of wisdom.
Had I been patient and silent, I wouldnt have burned my feet on a road of hot black asphalt, only to find a thorny dead end.
Sometimes, we take our privilege to such an extent that it destroys us.

The Devil’s Wisdom

Your loss is my gain

and that is my aim.

Because all I desire

is your eternal pain

 

For you to be dragged as I will be

and be mocked as you mocked

and laughed at as you laughed

 

I’ll be so happy

as I value my pride

so be my ride

for I’ve gone through great lengths

to make this last long stride

 

You are my abode

be my slave

dont be afraid

show me you’re brave

I am your friend

I am sincere

in every lie

to make you cry

and fester in hate

 

For your torment is my bliss

and your obedience is my wish

to fall for arrogance

and make gold your death-wish

 

 

 

 

Smile in a cracked mirror

if only we can lead our lives with our hearts and eyes
instead of throwing fake poses and walking with our noses up high

thinking only of ourselves and falling into vice,
forgetting the meaning of life and how to sacrifice
there is a cure and it’s not magic
nor is it obscure or hiding something tragic

it’s to accept the pain that as humans we gain
and forgive our weaknesses that lead us to shame

to move on and ignore the count of numbers
to be free so we can lie back into euphoric slumbers

                    and remember that there is nothing more dearer
                   than smiling into a cracked mirror
                   and watching the world reflect back