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

 

 

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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