Courtesy

Vapid smoke billows forth with every breath

Spawned of silver tongue between soft lips

A soft caress from ice-soaked fingers

Garners neither a chill or warming of the soul

Tokens of appreciation rusting of arid wasteland

Dust digging in despite payment not received

Jubilantion found in absence of your admiration

Contentment in sorrow excluded and belittled

Vexed by donations kept yet wielded unwanted

Speaking of contextualized vernacular absent your history

Hamper a flood from mountains absent torrid storm

Disconnect you seek already the path under-foot

Principle denials counted by hairs upon ones head

Shaved off in spite wielded in self-defense

Timid words still sting the eyes of one set free

Cat o'nine tails stinging every step of their fleeting retreat

Harbor in bay the vessels chastised to drown

Refuge offered a muse to your damnation clothed in salvation

Art a murky reflection of the void in you nature

Demeanor painting in thick coats resistant of removal

Calendar still fresh yet discarded out of fear

Closure of wounds denies one sympathy of their symphony

Music loud, abrasive, timely and fresh

A quiet canopy absent a reluctant heartbeat locked away

Heed take in spite of all you've never done

Fear of the positive outweighed by negative consequence all too familiar

Closed doors locked without access from inside

Keys given to beasts known for eating the hands that feed them

Tail between your legs not always your own device

Crying wolf for attention too cliché to go unused

Timbers fall and rot as the stove burns ash and air

Unwilling to weather the storm you birth in pitiful defense

I wake not for the destruction you've rained upon home soil

Waiting for the salting of the earth to bare barren fruit

Time not villain or ally to your neutral stance

Joy metered out of contempt of mere existence

Courtesy of mediocrity your final line of defense

Fault not in your actions rather what others speak

Testing the waters by bathing in fifth

Strike from record all the beauty in your name

Name not the heart held so close it bursts

Blood on your hands blends with your pretentious noose

Talk of civility as you bury the hatchet deep

Swings wide so as to not miss allies or for

Length of regret too long to hang upon

Slack taken up by slaves to whim and confusion

Take heed these words written with remorse and shock

As killing the messenger takes the message entwined

Reviews

[Alex Ryder]

As I work my way through your poems, I notice that your style is rather disjointed. I like it! Good job with this one as well.

[Wynter Ignatius]

Disjointed like my thoughts - I don't write to make things easy on people. Raw emotion and thoughts carry more weight in my mind.