an angry
alliterated agony
ferociously flowing
the treacherous
tenacious trumping tactics,
tell truth tales,
of our outrageous
pompous, pontificating potus,
holding hungry hostages,
hanging hopelessly helpless;
weary worn warriors, walled
by bigotry’s belittling:
pitiful poor panicking people,
lingering like lynched lackeys;
veiled villainous vampire
dictator, dooms
democracy, demanding
america accepts asinine,
audacious aristocracy;
when will we wake
and audaciously approach
regaining revoked rights;
evil envy, eventually eviscerated?
infectious ingrained idiocy,
can’t continuously control
conscious citizens,
purposely propelling
people power,
to triumphantly
trounce this
tainted tyranny:
pretty please,
look…listen…learn…
legal legislation!
The gigantic acacia tree would testify
Were it not for savage ravages of rot
That erase feeble living things that die
After decades under sun’s missiles hot.
And the birds that chirruped and flew
About as he trudged over hill and bend
Long went like all weak beings of flight,
And no more can lasting credence lend.
If old baobab trunks had tongues that turn
Methinks they would solid testimony avail,
Of how devoutly he toiled in dews and sun
And never refrained from heaven-sent toils.
But since baobab trunks unspeaking are
And birds such fleeting breaths have they,
Can cold unfeeling stones their version say:
Tell how over them hopped he on his way?
Though villainous eyes those labors saw,
Witnessing their tireless winds and turns;
None would ranks of vile ignominy break
And end this betrayal that achingly burns.
And for want of witness this sobbing soul
Perishes and dissolves like a soaking loaf
Amid bootless heavens’ amnesic lethargy,
As cruel decades to a rude century morph.
The last English king to die in battle
He fought to regain his crown and grandeur.
A 'bottled spider' with a mere rattle,
He's a 'hellhound' with no inner valour.
He couldn't skillfully use the weapons.
He was an alien to the art of war.
He had murdered his brother's guileless sons.
The label 'villainous hunchback' he bore.
Ambition, like a crown, was at its peak.
Deep down, he's a masterpiece of deceit.
What else, except lies, could he ever speak?
With acts of goodness, he could not compete.
Though he's one of Time's finest creations,
Hasn't he shaken all moral foundations?
Have you ever seen the satanic snake?
A fierce cheetah hunting with no mistake
A bloodthirsty wolf in the black sheep's clothes
How would it be if you find all in close?
Richard the third, the most villainous Duke
Known as a treacherous and selfish kook
Holds the status of the Duke of Gloucester
A saboteur, schemes as an imposter
Possess an ugly build with a hunchback
Hides his flaws as a professional flack
Feels menial for his deformity
Handles things with extreme enormity
A power monger and it's very clear
Cares not even to kill his near and dear
Strategically waits for chance and grabs
With his honeyed words, he always backstabs
By hook or by crook, wants to seize the throne
Cheats Lady Anne with his convincing tone
Spreads rumours to showcase the heirs unfit
Executes those who thwart with his outwit
When the battle at Bosworth in full swing
Stanley takes a U-turn and quits the ring
Unhorsed Richard cries out losing the source
'A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse"
A ruthless tyrant with no repentance
For him, there isn't any moral sentence
The Bard's 'wicked uncle' gets the title role
Invites the crowds' interest on the whole
In a wintry hollow, atop Mount Crumpit, dwelled Max and The Grinch,
A dog and his master of mischief, whose heart measured an inch,
And beared a soul of zero dimensions, tented by a teardrop physique,
The villainous Who who'd snuck away with Christmas to his frosty peak.
See how frozen rice brings gaiety
from the weight of a half-starved life ,
palms etching the barbs of terrorism;
Already the villainous hours smell of puss,
ripe lesions , and unbearable heat :
dried bones snapping from gun-barrels
of greedy, power- laden pillagers --
the hissing growl of wars
rake bloody sky from its quiet days .
So chidren , listen well...build
A new earth blessed with peaceful hearth
and fresh broth,
clutch all neighborly moments endeared,
whispering prayers for safe glide
soothing night's guardianship ... and as
You lay on pure lights from angels' wings,
live each hour with grace of integrity
to hold not a chaos brimming with envy;
as Spirit renews a world lulled by love,
3.Watercolors.
I could talk about love,
The rainbows she painted at the end of my dark skies,
But I'm colour blind.
And this congenital defect is exactly why I'm the worst.
Kissing her is painful,
From sadness that injects into my lips like lip fillers.
Scars from going under the knife extending both sides of my smile like the joker.
The big picture filters everything else as we then pose side by side.
Disguising the stained armour with a polished glint
Because it matters what she thinks as part of the collective good
Maybe I'm not the hero she deserves, but have deemed myself one she needs right now.
The magic we conjured deceives just like the bible says,
It is a sleight of hand by a villainous clown everybody hates to love.
All along she's been the one.
Retract at once
This damning
Interpolation
Being treated
Like any other
Disrupting behavior
Embrace authenticity
Self compassion
Prevents progress
Put an end to your
Observable impulsive
Apathetic material
Discombobulated magnificence
Wallow in the muck with them
Untouching perfection
Hauntingly beautiful
Undubbed contextual
Insufferably overbearing
Incontextual differences.
Environmental disasters
Supercilious villains
That find meddling best
As focus turns elsewhere
Hiding in plain sight
Inconspicuous idiot
It's never their artistic.
Endeavor
Art is simple
Untouched raw
As good is the enemy of perfect.
And the perfect enemy of good
The discombobulated magnificence of this buried song creation that remains Elliott Smith’s “Abused”
The maggot is weary of children it eats,
Of women laid down in Rafah's cold streets.
It's tired of salivating on innocent dead,
With no parting words and no tears to be shed.
It dined with the war-lords who broke Palestine's door,
On limbs, and on bullets, and on Hind's final core.
It gorged on a nation, sovereign and free,
And now seeks a prize for its "nobility."
So give the maggot his Nobel Prize,
Who seeks a false peace for his villainous eyes.
A peace made of cluster bombs, blood, and our pain,
On dishonesty's altar, for conquest and gain.
The maggot is sated, his tools are all shown,
In Tel Aviv's fortresses, of steel and of stone.
On aid-seekers' bodies, in Khan Younis's sands,
His peace is enacted by madmen's commands.
Then give him his prize, let the world acquiesce,
And grant his nobility to wickedness.
Let his name be inscribed in the blood of the slain,
For a Nobel bought with terror, and perpetual pain.
The Villian in Someone's Eyes
Walking through these chapters of familiar fires.
Are you responsible for someone's clinging to
Old versions of you?
Villian in Someone's eyes.
Ongoing condemning and manipulation on evaluating
others.
Most people don't understand themselves, So let
them continue to misunderstand you.
Some actions are preceived as villainous acts
because lack of control.
She's not backing down yet She's her own advocate,
Accept this role and continue to protect your peace.
Set boundaries keep moving forward in this illusion
of assumptions of being a villian in someone's eyes.
Halloween
blackish, villainous
haunting, frightening, chilling
jack-o-lanterns, treats, gifts, christmas lights
rejoicing, lightening, wrapping
cheerful, enjoyable
Christmas
Ginny's husband's verbosity and arrogance were tiring
The press was weary of his fabricated story
No one believed this guy
Ginny had not accidentally disappeared
He went from celebrity to a villainous nobody in a few days
The reporters had other things to do
Would they catch him?
Many figured they never would
Bodies are incredibly easy to hide.
to be true to you
all I wanted to do
be your calm in storms
feathers as you soared
memories of more
memories of horror
ripple a teardrop
crimson covers it all
all I know is rage and pain
pours through clenched teeth
the planet took you from me
and I wanted them to feel
the same thing I felt — misery
darkness and anguish
I became something abnormal
a freak of poetry — poetess they label me
and I turned around — eyes widen in disbelief
the world behind me burning
people in flames screaming/crying
welts levee to drip with a splash
as I crumble to my knees in ash
I did this
I did this
too late to go back
I will make this right
villainous hero of the nighttime
Within the lucid dream, we believed as true,
the villainous character we had assumed
but though it was acting, our actions we rue,
because we are now by it’s darkness consumed.
We have become the demon we created,
which we see now needs to be decimated,
so ego death seems to be the only way,
to reclaim inner light, by ceasing to sway.
V- Villainous worship of self,
A- A needless toxin to all humanity.
N- Noisy self-inflation where others are
I- Ignored, because of pompous perceptions.
T- That give self-glory that demands and
Y- Yells to be heard by all.
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