Killing with kindness from a dark place
Improvising love forcing a smile on face
Needling white words meant to assure
Greetings heard but not felt not pure
Onyx heart that never skips a beat
From missing spark of love not tenderly
Tears hide behind white winged words
Even narcissist fake kind to be heard
Raping spirits of the blue beautiful ones
Raging you fear it the love of gold sun
Only yesterday gives you any jaded joy
Remembering the good filling a void
Salty as kiss of abyss meant to destroy
Flashy talk
But heart lost
Loud glow
No essence
Like dragon flies
your words fly into my face
a trail of smoke
fills the air
I cannot answer your questions
Dry dirt
shows the cruelty of time
I lie still in the field
I assume you interpret my silence
I am unable to answer
You read my eyes
I fling it all back to you
in my mind. I manage to laugh
The dust flies in my eyes
finds wings and breaths
fire into you. “Get me out of this barren field
you fool!
You roll into the dust
and I am alone
They have yet to enter
that quiet place of sanctuary
where the sacred survives
unmolested by lies and greed,
a corner lit long ago
when first a sense
of the Sublime illuminated
the human soul
and spoke in the hush
of evenings and in the language
of a transcendent world.
It still lives wherever art
finds voice and where
creation takes form
in trees, in flowing streams,
mountains, plains
and in the depths of seas
and there to in places where
care, respect and compassion
are practised and differences
are let be, where power
shatters against a gentle
humility.
Am sold can hear the dear old Dalai Lama
Want to believe that there could be Karma
Perhaps then there would be less Drama
Perhaps then things would be a lot Calmer
Rumpy pumpy Trumpy not US self Harmer
Spitting surreal vile funereal bile like a Llama
We agree mean Tangerine's a snake Charmer
Serial killer like Attila or even Jeffrey Dahmer
AI lie farmer and fake white knight in Armour
Sadly he’s no disarmer clear there's no Karma
Won't change tack bring back Barrack Obama
And just say no to gung ho woe Keir Starmer
The tiger strikes
Sharp claws ignite
Craves your flesh
Dims your light
He leads you in
The lion’s den
Softly, he purrs
And kneads your skin
So sweet and dear
He draws you near
It’s far too late
Once you see clear
His wicked ways
Now on display
You try to turn
To run away
You unveil his plan
Paw turned to hand
Once raging beast
Now, just a man
Faux armor slips
And facade drips
Bald head, down to
His fingertips
A narcissist
Briefly missed
Clad in stripes
You get the gist
He lit his Lies like Lanterns —
To dazzle — not to see —
And whispered “Truth” so sweetly
It drowned in Treachery —
He fed upon the Trustful —
As Vampires sip the Vein —
A quiet Theft of Essence
Disguised as Tenderness — again —
He watched their Spirits weaken —
As if a Harvest, near —
And smiled — to note the Slumber
Of every silenced Fear —
For Fire was his Pilgrimage —
Destruction — his delight —
He’d spark a World to Cinder
If only for the sight —
But Karma holds a Ledger —
More patient than the Sun —
And every flame he kindled
Is counted — one by one —
Till Ashes claim the Arsonist —
And Shadows bind his Will —
The blaze he cast upon the Earth
Returns — to scorch him still.
they smile,
but their eyes flinch—
like dogs who smell meat they can’t have.
you tell them the thing you did—
the job,
the book,
the quiet miracle you pulled
out of the grease and ash of your own life—
and they start
tightening the screws on their grin.
they don’t clap.
they calculate.
because your sunrise
casts a shadow
right across their throne.
they’ll find a way to turn it—
make your luck a crime,
your joy a brag,
your voice too loud.
they’ve got to stay on top
of a ladder no one else is climbing.
so you stop talking,
sip your beer,
and let them drown
in the silence
of your contentment.
good news doesn’t need an audience—
only air,
a heart still beating,
and a door
that closes quietly behind you.
That you are but a Candle — small —
While They — the Sun — command —
That all your Dreams are fragile things
To crumble at their Hand —
That Truth itself is pliable —
And bends to suit their Will —
That Silence is a sacred Vow
You dare not break — nor spill —
That Love is but a Ration — thin —
Dispensed when They decree —
That you exist — because They look —
And cease — if They don't see —
That Doubt is Proof of Loyalty —
That Pain — a Noble art —
Ah — but the Soul — unshaken — knows
The Lie — from Honest Heart —
For Power— built on borrowed Breath —
Dissolves — when you arise —
The Chains — are Thread — the Crown — is Dust —
And Freedom — in your Eyes.
NARCISSIST
THE RAPIST OF THE SOUL
I PUT HIS NAME IN THE BLACK BOOK,
WITH THE BLACK INK.
THAT BLACK DAY WHEN I INTERACT,
THAT BLACK SOUL GOT SO ATTRACT.
HE BLACK & BLUE MY SOUL,
THAT BLACK FACE WAS SO COLD.
I BLACK SHEEP TRIED BLACK AND WHITE,
THOU BLACK OUT ME BETWEEN WRONG OR RIGHT.
THOU DEVIL SHOWED ME HIS REAL COLOUR,
HE PROVED ME THAT HE IS MOTHER FUC*ER.
SWINE AND SWAN CANNOT BE FRIEND,
ONE WHO ENJOYS CANNOT LIKE SACROSCENT.
I’m not going to miss you long.
I’ll see the inconsistency.
I’ll see the idle threats.
I’ll see the empty promises.
I’ll see the truth behind the lies.
I’ll see that you were a test.
The fact that remains
is it didn’t take me long
to see what was truly wrong.
That you were the same as
every one before you.
You had the exact same MO.
So move along and find another victim.
Because you may be missed right now,
But you won’t be missed for long.
He climbs out of his car and admires his reflection.
Intoxicated by his self-perceived perfection.
He tells himself he's number one.
Says he's entitled to his fun.
Will never want to pay his way.
When he's asked, he walks away.
Rejects responsibility.
Just tells himself he must be free.
Will lie to cover up his tracks.
Distort the truth - denies the facts.
Says self-preservation must be his rule.
Believes he's a winner and thinks he's cool.
He's a legend inside his tiny mind.
But sadly, one day he will find.
He's on his own - his friends are gone.
And will never accept he’s done any wrong
In my youth girls would sigh, your teeth are so bright
Now, like the stars, they come out at night
Once cavalier narcissistic
I have grown much more realistic
As a witty old genius, I'm an eternal delight
When beauty’s gone bye bye and slack flesh becks
Jowls, crow’s feet, graveled voice and turkey necks
Too old to be a narcissist
what’s left is a pacifist
*Tender genteel haters do not make good peaceniks!
I didn’t do that.
I didn’t mean to hurt you, you're too sensitive.
I apologized, you seem to have forgotten.
Apologize? Never.
Running your mouth, carefree.
Thinking you are perfect with no faults.
There’s more to life than just you.
Stop manipulating my emotions.
Why wound others with your words and actions? Does it make you feel special?
Why belittle others? Do you rest easier at night?
Why pretend to be friends then gossip about me? Does that boost your ego?
Do you see the monster in the mirror?
That monster you see is a narcissist.
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