Vindictiveness disguised as kindness
Is still vindictiveness
The true intent often seen through honest eyes
Bullies
Unrestrained, belligerent bullies abound
In schools, institutions, and in businesses,
Who create ruckuses that serve no purpose
But to show passionless feelings of meanness,
Filled with vindictiveness, jealousy, and spite,
In schools, institutions, and in businesses.
Indifferent to others, they harass and fight,
Irresponsible for the scars they impart
Through their vindictiveness, jealousy, and spite,
Employing words and actions to poison hearts
And disrupt the flow of cordial interactions,
Irresponsible for the hurt they impart.
Temper-tantrum clods using intimidation
Who are conceited, narcissistic, and deranged,
Disrupting the flow of cordial interactions.
From the cradle to the grave, they seldom change;
Unrestrained, belligerent bullies abound,
Conceited, narcissistic, vain, and deranged,
And create ruckuses that serve no purpose.
As in crystal methamphetamine, the mind becomes cold.
Anxiety, paranoia, and schizophrenia
Creep in, like snakes and deathstalker scorpions, uncontrolled
Are bones, veins, flesh, and blood affected by asthenia?
The body begs for calm composure; the moody mind mulls.
Midst fires of optimism, the ice of pessimism melts.
Restlessness and rebelliousness resemble spineless skulls
Vandalism of vindictiveness vitiates vague vents
The feeling of freedom to fly and fervently flutter
Fill and flow flawlessly, like fine floral fluorescence.
Mild melodies of memories musically mutter
Constant conscious conscience has come to be the quintessence.
When the ice of hateful, heinous, hideous hurdles heaps
May passions of compassion flare from the depths of the deeps!
My shadowy quondam
radiated a crimson hue
was alive and moving
now it is a ghost
emotionless
colorless and lethargic
a heart rimmed with marigolds
the sharp color of bloody mulberry
weeps like a crowned raven,
on sealed lips, scarlet wine dews
succulent but stifling
smell of chains is addictive
I am enslaved
guilty of a deadly love
star-stained soul
to succumb to luscious vindictiveness.
the heart sleeps in flinty rain
Lime-scented leaves drip
starfish-shaped leaf drops.
Written: January 27, 2023
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They are dead for all eight hours!
They'll rise to wag their fingers!
At that time they will talk big things
That talk to their egos and powers!
They will rise with all their trappings
And recall the last happenings
Including the altercations
And what they told their followings!
While they sleep there are no tensions,
Vindictiveness or contentions!
They sleep soundly, contentedly,
Free of injurious actions!
After eight hours they are surly,
Even spiting all things holy.
They mock even the divine will!
Of course, they reap for their folly!
God, in our heart love please instil
So the cup of wrath we do not fill
In the day hours we are awake,...
That we may not wantonly kill!
I stood at the edge of hopelessness,
Losing my son when my ex-wife left
My spirit was at its lowest ebb, I confess.
I could only imagine the loss of his smiles,
I can honestly say, I was completely bereft
Separated from him by hundreds of miles.
My ex- knew nothing of parental cooperation,
She was filled with meanness and revenge
Adam was the real victim of the separation.
Soon she was remarried, making a new life,
But I longed for a relationship with my son
Free from the vindictiveness of my ex-wife.
Twenty-three years later, I met my son,
He was no longer under his mother’s care
His relationship with her was over and done.
In her desire to shut me out of his life
Promoting a rift that ultimately failed
She became the victim of her own strife.
Adam and I are close as we can possibly be
And, we have recovered much of the past
Nothing could ever separate him from me,
For I have found in him a love that will last.
Written March 19, 2022
[tercets with a closing quatrain]
Silently undermining
Oh, what sneaky saboteur!
Simmering vindictiveness
'Neath his warm veneer
Date written: 01/23/2022
I forgot I belonged to God.
He is my only Master, not worldly
foppish clowns.
My allegiance, to no human is owed.
Just to Him, who gave me life and an
eternal soul.
Can people harm me, oh yes, indeed.
But I can overcome anything with heed.
Do not kiss feet of humanity, they are
not gods.
Yet you continue to adore, cynical, vicious clods.
The human body by him was made.
Not by humans, lying in the shade.
He chose you to beautify this earth.
With His words,not being avoided in
your verse.
The human body deserves respect!
On Hollywood's list or Netflix, of this,
They reject?
Times can be sane again!
If you do not support them..I ask each
of you, when?
Vindictiveness, in blogs here do fly.
Arrogance, darkening poetic skies.
We can be better than this.
Uplifting others, instead of killing them
with words by our poetic wrists.
1/14/2021
~6-
How long must the hostility and bitterness continue
The clear majority has made its preference known,
The higher courts of the land have verified what is true.
How much evil and vindictiveness are together sown
Like springtime plantings of wheat and chaff --
Hateful attitudes no one should glibly want to own.
There seems no meeting ground with the other half
No time or place for formulating a working compromise
Relishing every unintentional slip-of-the-tongue gaffe.
A feeling something right and good in America will die
That never again shall we experience the noble calling
To truth, giving praise and adulation to those who lie.
Are we watching the great republic that is America falling?
Our future demands we respond to truth’s higher calling.
a strong black coffee
no cream or sugar is how...
vindictiveness tastes!
Date written: 06/23/2020
The empire is broken, and the emperor
entertaining himself in his nightly briefings
has no immunity.
If ever a ghost rides to shoot, it has no better
retreat.
He is a hollow man, head stuffed with delusion walking on
broken glass, his deliberate disguises, tasteless gibberish,
vindictiveness and obfuscations, misbehaving before the world, show he's a fading star of a new reality show the great decline of American empire -- promised greatness
and delivered a twilight republic upon the shoulders of
his eccentric idiocy, no great communicator rising to occasion,
only an empty man whose end shall come with a whimper and not a bang.
Voices cloud my head talking over one another, hermetic scales of illusion are composing still here, there and over there but then I needed saving, I yell aloud but no one comes but I get stares and vindictiveness so I've no choice but to validate myself and push on. Furthermore, I yell once again but get victimized yet again as crowds stare Again you do nothing to help or feed my flame, you just stare and wait for someone to tell you what to do, I stand still victimized with voices clouded about to bring thunder and storms yet you just stare, I question who is thee to bring such, I forgot to tell you I brought my own umbrella as I look at you under the sky with striking thunder, I wait victimized still with voices in my head I seem to tame yet I'm calling out for help for it looks like your trapped in this storm. I lead yet you follow so I choose not to be bothered as a victim, I halt and wait patiently for the rain, hast no lie it bringest life
Prayed & prayed
Years of misery
Each day of agony
Yearning for a woman
Come into my world
Ask God to send me a
Angel,
Wholesome submissive
Respectful nurturing
Loving kind hearted
Cause 2-1=1 all by myself
Committed to hell
Suffering in silence
best ain’t good enough
Love hard not good enough
Vindictiveness subdue my pride
Manipulation got my mental in a gridlock
Illusion flake my reality
Lord please help
Weak flesh tied me to wickedness
Sociopath ascending on Vernon
Poison my thrill
The thrill is gone
At the lowest
Looking outside myself
My covenant
Spirit check out
Searching for connect
Connect with my true half
Starving for newness
Wishing on a star
When a change to come
Ahhh... close my eyes
Visualize her
Pecan smooth skin
Angelic smile
Crying inside
She out there somewhere
Lord guide me
Blessed the day
She my world
Thrilled my soul at peace
Reset on happiness
Pause on misery
New faze begun
Heartthrobs like king
Solomon’s
Set me off.
I dare you.
I want you to feel my rage.
Taste my vindictiveness.
And swallow the bullets I've bled out from.
You made me like this..
Unsure, worthless, uncared for.
Look at yourself.
I hope your rotting heart flourishes throughout the physical beauty you obtain and charcoals it like it should be.
You write a cannonade.
Hurling daggers into everything lively in me.
Ripping and tearing my being into shrivel pieces.
Flinging my dead body across yours as a shield of your own self destruction.
Damn, you make me sick.
I'm eternally "thankful" to you.
For turning me into something I never imagined.
I am desolation.
terza rima
Years of experience, a discovery -
I can speak without making use of my jaws.
Prudence and patience are rudimentary.
Some folks get their kicks using scuttlebutt claws.
Their tongues' crude vitality comes with closed eyes;
emotional blindness - the probable cause.
Starting with prejudice, they out and out lie.
When asked, I stand silent, comments I refuse.
To their third-degree grilling I can't reply.
Some fake aggravation, crying through tissues.
But demurring to speak, objection I raise.
Honesty is one of many dead issues.
Bidding no farewell, I leave, making my case,
which makes me their next target, no hesitance.
My objection overruled, noise fills the place.
Turning my back on verbal vindictiveness,
this fugitive from gossip needs no redress.
13 March 2016
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