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
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.
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