Inner demon,outer angel

A challenge poem

Inner Demon, Outer Angel

I look deep into your truthful eye

Subject myself to another lie

Condemn my evening to your delight 

Smile sharply otherwise in spite 

Inner demon longing to be freed 

Angelic outlook being deceived 

Biting tongue to their socialist views

so myself I must amuse . . 

 I detest the man who requested my presence 

Along with his irritating wife his excrescence

I wish for them to be slowly skinned 

carved and quartered I remove each section

the order chosen by my own election 

Hanging and swaying their bodies held by vine

Mutilation precise and so divine 

Their skin detached from a body of greed

Their souls now mine to teach and be freed

“look upon yourselves you rapacious angels”

The eyes terrified windows to the soul

lesson taught completion of my goal 

The outer angel slowly cracks as teeth do grind

 My doll like exterior a barrier to my mind

but their relentless lies personify the reasons I hate

“money rules the world” Feelings I truly segregate 

So my fist clenched in anger my demon released

the angel they saw before them now deceased

money rules the world are you taking the piss?

Your virtuous views I must dismiss

what of love or friendship giving in to lust

not delegating on which bank to trust 

I can’t stand your one tracked mind

your thirst for money 

you’re gluttons to wealth

Bees collecting honey 

I must excuse myself your wasting my time

My words were a gun and I blew out their mind

Author's Note

A poem written for a friend who requested that I write about attending a banquet where the hosts really aggravate me
Let me know what you think please be honest as always

Reviews

[Shelby]

"My words were a gun and I blew out their mind"

Genius! How true these sentiments are. You are a master of words and I, as always, took great enjoyment from your scathing work. How often have I felt the same scorn for those money machines, caring only for their own wealth! And, as you so poetically put it, we all must keep our demons hidden and put on angel faces so as not to disrupt the order of the world. It's not fair, is it? Please, give reign to your demon and give them the what-for. It would serve them right.

By the way, your work always evokes such strong agreement, or at least a strong reaction, from me. I must commend you on this. It's not easy to get my ideas flowing outside of my head, so your quite talented that way. You spark emotion in people, which is a gift. Thank you for allowing me to share in your opinion. I always enjoy your work.

[Thea Fuentebella]

why do you write like that? i can't stop when i started reading your poems, no matter how so-not-in-the-mood i am. CAPTIVATING.
i love the concept because i hate those money-eyed people. imagine having a long and committed marriage to a piece of paper. gross.
and i didn't notice the rhyme scheme! i didn't mind how it goes (for the first time, wow) because i was so caught up by what you're trying to tell, or imagine.

[Rose Masen]

Holy crow! This was so intense. Every single line just drew me in more and more. I loved it flowed so freely, and so...so..dark. The visions from this poem are so devious. I loved it!

[howlfjdks]

The difference between living and the grave is money.

[jessica Wray]

amazing.....:)

[Ashley Myers]

wow. Such physical imageary in a non physical lesson. if that made any sense at all lol. i loved this one

[Ruth]

This is a unique slant love! The myriad influences, sometimes at these events, we have to digest! lol Random rubbish, a choking feeling with that one person who has nothing to say and they are saying too loudly! lol
As well as other things!
Excellent poem
Kudos love
a 100 from me!
xx

[HopelesslyDevoted]

this one really hit hard, amazing concept

[Midday_Mystery]

This poem is conceited, and full of aggravation. As always on the technical side you have nailed it, Its missing something though, perhaps the fact you never told us why he aggravated you. Was it because you were tipsy and his voice was annoying, or was he just being a jerk. In a prose like poem as this its always wise to include details.. That way the reader can connect with it better. Good job though Had this really happened It would be great, but since its a work of fiction, we need to understand the Character's (you're) Motivation for being pissed off. God bless you Ashley and Good job 95/100

[SpokenWord]

I always say you never really know what is on another man's mind. I don't know if the dark rage was towards the host or towards banks and greed of our society at large. I do think that money is the root of all known evil but I also think that Oil rules money which in turns rules the world. I liked your presentation and delivery on this one, the dark thoughts made it even more interesting. Great write.