Tag: poetry

See evil, Say no evil, Done evil

The name and pretense of virtue is as serviceable to self-interest as are real vices.

Francois de La Rochefoucauld

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The forbidden, no one speaks of it.

Not you, him or them

and neither will I.

We perfected the art of pretense.

If not spoken, then there isn’t life to it

Hence, did it really happen?

Peace of mind so foreign,

can barely remember when you had the luxury of its presence.

Your soul on the cross,

seasons after seasons,

living for your mistakes.

Hey! the Celeste are calling,

if fettered with a troubled soul

come forth and be gifted tranquility.

I presented you this, time after time.

Walk away from your pride, I say.

Love your flaws.

Yet you cling on to the misery you call life.

I have to say, you are fading

from the inside out,

and its almost beautiful to watch if it wasn’t familiar, dead eye.

As we dwell at the teat of the forbidden you forbade.

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Written for Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Forbidden – October 11, 2022

Bliss

Its all fleeting!

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It’s gone,

Packed it’s bag and took off without a goodbye.

Some people actually think it was a curse,

borderline stupid.

But I still want to bask in the bliss of my ‘former’ ignorance.

This self-awareness is very much a hindrance.

Slowly watching my mind becomes an enemy of itself, as it over analyze the smallest smirk.

Please tell me this eventually goes away!

I wanna stand here and whisper

As I should.

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Go that way,

I will take the long way down

I will find my way around.

I saw a glimpse and I don’t like what I see,

The dissonance is draining, so

Am going back in, into myself

Basking in my solitude, sublime!

It takes a while to come back out,

So don’t hold your breath.

Mantle

I can’t believe that I can’t believe it!

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Dancing to my tune of rejection

Wrapped up in my internal dissension,

That I somehow ignored my insignificance.

Now, I know am only passing through

Hurts, cause I made in you a mantle.

Had it almost,

Now I do believe am only passing through.

Will I gain courage for the truth?

I pray, cause where my heart is there is never a home.

Why.

“Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.” Oscar Wilde

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Was it because I stood up
to the man in the mirror,
flame remembered me?

Was it because I stopped listening
to the voices?
They were never kind.

Was it because I smiled,
and made joy look effortless?
I told my thoughts to resign.

Or do you simply miss
sipping from the cup
of broken me?

Why take it all away?

Now Piper authors
babel’s dirge—

and you vulgar ibises
take heed!

You should have known

Doing the right thing is a decision, which in many cases means you stand alone.
Sebastian Kurz

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Ever went in so deep,

and fell so fast?

Then I took my leave,

I waited outside

now they all have questions in their gaze

I took it, and it was right!

If I know one thing, is I cannot just be a peach.

Something gotta ease my mind.

I know my weakness but i have an armor now.

Middle Ground

“I never liked the middle ground-the most boring place in the world.”

Louise Berliawsky Nevelson

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I have fallen in love with the middle ground

my soul paid the price,

not by choice, I must say

the pressure of just being.

I reckon, I have heard someone say “the middle is the best.“

right?

What a coward I have become,

twisting the definition of brave to liberate myself.

Thank God for small miracles, and move on.

Some people have it worse, I hear

So, be thankful for the middle ground.

Ahh, damn it

damn it all to hell, am taking that step.

Am holding a banner for me,

its upside down, but the rumors are true

stick and stones.