Never imagined an emotional blow
Could crush a bubbly gorgeous girl's world,
For whom the universe was an enchanting lore,
With bird's songs and flowers in the vase!
The garden turned barren,
The swing stopped moving,
Koels stopped cooing,
Roses lost their hue.
Sky no more looked azure,
Raindrops did not whisper love,
All she faced was fear and harshness,
No compassionate faces around.
With hurt, suffering and cruel abuse
Inflicted on a tender mind,
Delicate petals of her heart
Didn't crumble, turned resolute inside.
A promise she made to her dear ones,
Never will she bow to an oppressor,
Strength and courage she imbibed
From the family who fondly raised her.
Like a Sphinx she rose from the ashes,
She remained unflinching in any misery.
As a grass blade survives,
Rough wind could not shake her prowess,
She is never a victim, because her soul is unparalleled .
In a realm where kindness has vanished,
Where no light dares to appear,
The echoes of darkness reign,
Majestic and cruel in their sphere.
Sharp tongue, slice like a knife in depth
as you speak.
A flashy eye glare soothes your skin
as you walk past.
Words are full of deception, discrimination,
hatred of your color, identity as you-a settler
in their shadowed kingdom.
Lost in the darkness, I was once
But a spirit lifted me up.
A silent brawl without harm,
Choosing peace, lighting hearts
With outright kindness and love.
Wilderness
Moonlight stretches into the clearing,
intangible ...but offering comfort.
She is dying now, pining to be rescued,
her breathing jagged, her endurance spent;
the bullet had lanced her stomach
therefore prolonging agony.
Behind her lies a zick-zacked trail
of red, splattered death, her own.
She had been born a lone wolf
but now seeks release in moonlight's arms.
A terminal breath, a final flick of death
while her cubs, confused cries, wing the night .
Eventually moonlight drifts;
shadows lie down beside the lone wolf
as hunters scour the ground;
they, like wolves, seek life out of wilderness.
hate,
cruel
acid that
corrodes the soul
and turns it as black as coal if carried
too long in one's heart; hate can be unlearned,
driven out with...
love should it
consume
thee
Your words have power
They’re not just sounds they’re spells
You can cast them with malice
Or cast them wishing well
The consequences of hate
evident in one’s words
Is to mentally mutilate
To belittle to disturb
The ill will starts in the mind
Or perhaps a heart dark and blind
It affects perception, well being or health
When you are hateful to someone else
The tongue has no muscles
but can break hearts
It’s like a shuffle
between a fire starters spark
Black ideas or words of
Cruelty begin within
The aftermath can disturb
Cause fighting and other sins
Sometimes hate leads the way
To murder and mayhem days
A hostile environment where growth is stunted
Hate speech from some souls like water running
The consequences of hate
is fear and lawlessness
A sense of deep despair
in the hated from hatefulness
The cruelty of hate is toxic
Words and views are clues
Don’t act upon it let’s stop it
No one should be cruel
A
person
at times can
feel like they are
a casualty
of cruelty, at least
in some small way or other.
Some attacked my early writing.
Their scathing reviews I can’t forget,
yet I persisted doing what I do.
Not letting oneself feel defeated is
the only way to continue - but
your cruelty, my love, hurt worse.
You did not want to read my
special poem, so you
threw it to the floor.
It felt like you
were stomping
on my
heart.
Casualty of your cruelty and lack of empathy
Is the beginning of your karma journey
What you tossed into the universe
Comes back full force as blessing or curse
Walking in another's shoes
Feeling for them as you do for you
Empathy a symphony of humanity
Put an end to selfish silver vanity
Casualty of your cruelty just may be
Loved ones you have destined with your deed
For what comes around goes around indeed
May not hit you but hits relative you see
the harvest a cruel person reaps
from all the seeds they sow
all yield weeds and thorns
of guilt and revenge,
growing in a secret garden
behind walls, doors, shutters, gates
enclosed by self in iron and stone.
I've been in a city
In this city
They won't let you grow
Even when it's your time to flow
They're always against your glow
Steadily wanna make you slow
Always wanna keep you low.
People ride against good
Then protect wrongs
Feeling stronger
By hurting another
Laughing and bullying
Taking advantage
Whosoever is simple and live with humility.
The less privilege
Their preys
Steadily taking advantage
Of the poor and powerless
They Wanna be God
They're so ruthless
Even when them got weaknesses.
Wealth, a siren's charm, alluring and bright
A pillow's softness, a thimble's gentle might
It provides for earthly needs, a feast to behold
Yet, in its depths, a darkness unfolds
Oh, wealth! Where is thy dominion?
Poverty's cold grasp awaits, a dismal throne
A worm on a hook, luring the unsuspecting prey
Into a realm of excess, where virtues fade away
With dastardly cunning, it deletes the lines
Of custom and tradition, leaving only decline
A game of chance, where flies buzz, sensing decay
A babe in arms, fed poison, as the future slips away
Oh, wealth! Where is thy wand?
Unfolding minds like Sodom's gates, ajar to sin
Multiplying desires, like an untamed, raging sea
Disorienting hearts, like shifting sands, lost and free
You deceived the prodigal son, with promises so grand
A mansion's luxury, a selfish, wandering hand
Despising family ties, and the love that once was true
A leader's arrogance, forsaking the greater good, anew
When I was a terrorized, tortured, petrified child,
I would look up-
into the vast, clear blue, empty space,
and wish I were a bird.
To spread my wings, rise beyond reach,
dip through clouds like whispers,
ride the blustery winds,
and after the rain-
chase the ribbons of color
that arc across the sky,
just out of curiosity.
By night, I would perch
on treetops unknown,
watching the silver moon grin
as stars winked their silent promises.
Now, as an adult,
I wish I were a fish.
Not to witness the wicked antics of madmen.
Not to hear the echoes of cruelty.
I would swim deep,
where the sea cradles its secrets,
among coral cathedrals,
through forests of drifting light.
I would not need gills,
I would not need breath—
I would hold it,
until men learn to be kind.
And at night, I would rest
on the ocean bed,
where even the waves whisper softly,
where silence is sacred,
where the world above
cannot follow.
She barks, "Turn your cheek!"
She leaves her handprint on it.
"And now the other!"
Sitting in the shade of a willow tree
Reading, relaxing, enjoying the day
When, in the corner of my eye, I see
Soft shadows shifting and watch a stoat sway
Not moving a muscle, nerves all on edge
My eyes went searching, covering the ground
And there, in full view, beneath a brown hedge
A lone furry rabbit, helpless to bound
His stance was stock still, as if hypnotised
Standing seduced by the predator’s dance
His life, in an instant, was sacrificed
The rabbit, poor thing, had never a chance
Here in this valley beside a still brook
I read a sad page from natures own book.
the toads do not dive
they plop into the scummy pond
pale green bellies floating beneath them
like airbags
they paddle and back-stroke
through the weedy water
as slow as inflatable boats
when i visit them
i turn into a kid
lobbing pebbles into the spawny drink
to watch them scatter
they remind me of fat men
hastily departing a swimming pool
it is a joke i prank them with
i keep doing this
until they turn to glare at me
heads half-submerged
eyes bulging with indignation
once it began to rain heavily
raindrops crashed into the pond
like exploding peanut shells
.
the toads commenced to croak in unison
the noise almost drowning-out
the sound of the pelting rain
no doubt they were bidding me
to go drown somewhere
i made my mother cry
then i smoked a cigarette under the full moon
and i slashed my wrists
goodbye cruel world
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