KillerA Poem by Vishuddha
What places are there
In your soul In your untethered mind Where you reach out And, seek to find The darkest secrets, boiling black devotions Of unfettered, evil, willful, wild emotions? What places might there, somewhere, be Where most minds would refuse to go? Where most eyes would refuse to see? What is it that you want to know? From nowhere do your thoughts recoil? What dread is it your dreams embroil? What are you willing, now, to do? What is it Stimulating you? Try and try To justify But, you know, just as well as I Words can be tricky, they may lie Don't be naive! Minds do deceive They can be made Of make believe lead you astray take you away from who you were just yesterday Bemuse, confuse And, then betray Misuse someday Abuse some way Swelling bile breeds bitter rejections Severs compassion and human connections Wrenches away from underlying instinct Away from guardian angels Morality abandoned rabid gestation morbid investigation immoral imagination can take you here can leave you there can meet you anywhere beyond what should, what could, what if Ethics adrift A thousand potentials each promising fulfillment yet, standing against morality against reality against mortality unlimited, ego driven propelling power, pure Just hear them roar And, then hear nothing ever more Anything justified anything possible no holds barred where are you going without any guidelines? Something interrupts the soul, the whole emotional makeup corrupts the spirit wandering away from the herd without a heart holding hands with no one You who, in better days would be stoned by the village turned away from altruism into cold isolation no one caring caring for no one never satisfied devoured by thirst psychotic narcissism imprisoned by your own desires impelled by your obsessive, internal fires over the edge over the ledge feeding an empty heart with the eyes of victims with power with the hands of giants with unlimited capabilities unfettered imagination but appetite is really tough and, some no matter what they do never get enough © 2015 Vishuddha |
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1 Review Added on August 30, 2015 Last Updated on August 30, 2015 AuthorVishuddhaA Looking Glass Land, FLAboutI am a romantic, born into an unromantic era. I am a restless wanderer, always seeking, in love with nature, in love with life. I am a native Floridian, with one foot in the Everglades and one foot on.. more..Writing
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