I can’t avoid
wounding others’ hearts with my words;
oftentimes with sarcasm I do forget
that what for me is jest
is for others a bitter herb hard to swallow.
It’s only later that I come to realize
that I have caused somebody’s pain;
then I, too, suffer and regret my tactlessness. .
So nowadays,
when I engage in discussions,
I take a deep breath and say a prayer
to be calm and be kind,
to respond gently and pick my words carefully,
to disagree without becoming offensive,
or, when I consider it best,
to choose silence, say nothing, and preserve the peace.
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On one's perspective considering
that you are skillfully of being an
illusionist, a magician that you
strategically elude, distort and
pursue to overpower my kindness
and intelligence for weakness with
your finesse, with void of your
tactlessness maybe reference to
repeatedly distracting and pulling
my strings are your a puppet master?
Manipulating my every move, thoughts
and opinions, your words are comparable
to butter smooth, a excessive jive
talker with a quickness, a dealer a
warden of someone else's mind a
monoplizer of someone other
person's vulnerability. A excessive
finnesser must be your technique
also strategies, On the otherhand
nothing lasts permanently whilst
false heartedness is involved and
triviality isn't easy in one's mind.
Had we have enough but day
This quagmire were no crime
We would keep mum and forget which train
To board to crush our multifarious pains
You by the Atlantic Ocean’s sides
Should we find: pulling away our plights
Of tactlessness, backwardness and peacelessness
Nay, you’ve hurled us into a river of helplessness!
You should, if you please, jail us
Till day your end would bail us!
Our advanced adversity had grown
Higher than Kilimanjaro, and the unknown;
The advancement is as old as civil war
Whilst black ate blacks’ flesh raw
Three years after, the hungry guns fell
But the advancement grows; even yet
Which year at most shall our leaders fear?
The aftermath of rendering our pockets bare?
For never do we deserve this state!
Nor should death strike us at a cheaper rate!
As I sit adjacent to you
You fill my mind with your carnal touch
Feeling the clouds
Tasting soil
You are the earth
I could be hypnotized
You have dared me to bare
Sneered away from tactlessness
Crawled towards diplomacy
It’s intimate, you and me
Your distinct scent and malicious eyes
Shifted my dry, autumn self on interim.
You have lifted incandescence
Searched inside me and feel me vibrate
I opened up, soul is flustered, our bodies bound
I ache for the butterfly impulse
The rush of blood from my veins to yours
We grew connected, caged in your ribs
You in every bits and pieces, I yearn for, I desire
Remain inside me, fitted.
You are a work of art.
Your art is a hedonistic mystery made of you.
The love we ought to beget.
A honing process between intoxication and sobriety.
I can no longer let go, I’m fertilized.
While the world decays before our eyes, forever in you, I subsist.
Desparage,more so, less impressive
I've demeaned my opinion of my self esteem,
As a pitbull I too, am bemeaned
On the contrary I am my very own abuser, the ultimate credited bruiser, I am the controlled life time looser
All by choice
in response I begin to question me
Internal & subjectively
Why haven't I advanced yet to a positive conclusion,
My mind frame's allusion is base set on frustration & confusion
At times I don't feel as if I can escape my faith
Im set in my ways, the caotic factors my life portrays
Over the years I've depraised and degraded my uniqueness
I've exchanged my assertiveness for shameless tactlessness
Never minded what was precieved of me
For all I can be is Me right?
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