These vast expanses and love for luxuries,
The dint and dainties ever luring,
The beams that bend our narrow necks,
The cares compelling all to the gate,
Our wars and wearying ways for filths
The ego fanning fist for fights,
And these for vain we vaunt and vent.
We wane in time, and leave em’ here.
We have toiled,
we have laboured.
we have launched into the deep,
we wearied ourselves in tempest.
endangering our lives for filths,
Our summer too short for relief,
and the winter too long with pains,
we bore the shame, the jeers and mockery.
we met with stiff opposition,
foes within and more without,
the deadliest daggers from home front,
wagging fiercest warfare,
all the while purloining,
ridiculed and scorned,
our soul through many trials faints,
Yet advancing,
Unyielding,
Unrelenting,
still we look up.
He roved to their yard with fire
He bounced to the barns
And blazed them down to ashes.
They watched in pains
As he blamed it upon the fire.
He wandered to their stream with filths
He traversed to its source
And spread upon its face the filths.
The groaned in pang
As he blamed it upon the filths
He strolled to their market with light fingers
He made for their purses
And poured them down his porch.
They whimpered in grief
As he blamed it upon the fingers
He paced to their yard, again
He poached their pots
And protruded his big belly from them.
A young lad from the new edge of the yard
Whispered "but this isn't right".
"Hush!" The elders cautioned
In defeated voices
"He is the unquestionable, a blue blooded being"
Bamboozlement, a joy to thy heart
And thou gloat at their misfortunes
Maliciously misleading them with tricks
Bury this private property, a plea
Otherwise, you'll earn thy pay in full
One's joy comes from good wishes
Zap thy zest for schadenfreude
Let go of those wanton moral filths
Embrace the joy from good wishes
Maintain my moral message and
Enjoy big in a little planet
Never should thou forget
The day of thy sepulchre sleep
Masters of theft
Morally retarded
With devious stealing methods
For people, today they steal
From them, tomorrow they steal
Skewing the popular concept of morality
The execuTHIEVES among rodents
Leading players in series of shocking scandals
With gross misconducts running the gamut of vices
Devious financial dealings and embezzlements
Shall I compare thee to rats?
The societal rats in human clothing
Faithless shipmates, residents of trash heaps.
Even candidates for public offices
Stripped grain warehouses
Eaten entire field of tomatoes
And other vegetables
Waves of tree climbing rats
Have stormed orange groves
And devoured the fruit
Roof rats have descended after the dark
To nip at sleeping children and adults
The then 'holy' one,
So easily stoop to thievery.
Wallowing in wanton moral filths
Manifestoes are less important
You only appear to take a satanic
And moronic relish in splashing thy vulgarities
Into the face of the public
Unless thou anchor thy knowledge to moral foundation,
The ultimate result will be dust and ashes.
Dust and ashes that will bury the hopes
And monuments of men beyond recovery
I scrub and scrub but my hands aren't clean,
they're still dirty from the filth I've seen.
The things I've heard words I've spoke,
and every dirty filthy joke.
Although to you the filths not seen,
I feel the grit in cracks between.
Why the strange look on your face,
you are in my very place.
You could use a little scrub a little soap,
a lot of rub.
Im not speaking to demean,
you know yourself your hands aren't clean.
Shah-Jahan possessed mountain of light
star of africa King George held bright
filths purchase black moon..
their possession, not they; people praise thine
diomonds subsist,
heir dies
owner of rare memories, you are velvet rich….
She who has imbibed of life’s gaiety
I could request nothing more of
Her fervent ardency has rooted deeply
Ever burgeoning upon the pedestal of spirit
Her love my burning constancy
Eons of our lives pass she now wanes away
Each memory a pebble pulled out in tidewaters
Misty whispers dissipate far from my ears
I quail away in misery hiding on dusty shelves
Sealed in the bottle of her words
Avariciously arresting at echoing feelings
She moves away as of ripples on a glassy tarn
Knowing I shall find her as I descend the depths
Deeper in the blackness of spent lifeless years
My future drowning in my past
Covered in filths mantle I carry my someday
Despite the febrile appetite of lovelorn carrions
Aspiring to talon off my resolve devouring my flesh
Strewn with my bones the pathway impedes me
Washing my days with numbed anxiety
Cannot hope prolong strength for the road before me
A taste of maybe satiates my thirst for the moment
I trod on blindly with instincts weighted burden
Fulfilling my promise to adore her until end of all things
Her love my burning constancy
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