Ignite the fuse
As I've nothing left to lose
My last gambit is a thriller
With the eyes of a killer
My verse is written in your heart
I pull at the strings and it falls apart
Our love will disappear
My lovely darling dear
With the gall of a Caesar
I was never much of an appeaser
Feel free to call me a charlatan
But I prefer asinine artisan
I gave this passion my all
Now I light the fire to watch it fall
In a final burning blaze
This is my last chance to dispraise
Maybe, just maybe, I'm not okay
My sorrow is the last thing my eyes could betray
Everything changes at the drop of a dime
Unfortunately I've run out of time
If I could only say how I felt
Such beautifully spoken words to make the heart melt
I wonder if the world would even care
Or would they simply stare
I'm a tragedy away from a meltdown
But these walls guarantee it will be without sound
By the time anyone knows
I'll be gone I do suppose
Ignite the fuse
One last time light my muse
I have nothing left to lose
When happiness is just a ruse
Categories:
appeaser, conflict, depression, how i
Form: Free verse
WISE ADVICE
Speak the truth in front of a liar.
Speak about love in front of your enemies.
Speak about peace in front of an offensive person.
Speak about consolation in front of a sad person.
Speak about sharing in front of a selfish person.
Speak about holiness in front of an evil person.
Because you will sound as
Honest person,
Appeaser,
Loyal person,
Comforter,
And holy man.
Do not speak about your husband in front of a single woman.
Do not speak about your blessings in front of a cursed person.
Do not speak about your dreams in front of a hatred person.
Do not speak about your success in front of a failure person.
Do not speak about your liberty in front of a slave person.
Do not speak about your pregnancy in front of a childless woman.
Do not speak about your qualifications in front of an illiterate person.
Because they will be so angry with you.
By Alfonso II Warally Chris.
June 6, 2017.
Categories:
appeaser, emotions, encouraging, inspirational,
Form: Free verse
Opening this new statement
Breezing through the fact of it's placement
I wander the imagination of it's pleaser
Wondering the effect it has on it's appeaser
would it have been taken to the higher extent
Or to the obligation of it's intent
These things i will be concerned about in my future
I was passing through life's picture
Wanting to write too my full potential and sometimes mine is as dull as a pencil
Today the look-see is pure and on a strayed path
Tomorrow I may be in the graves nath
Categories:
appeaser, imagination, on work and
Form: Ballade