Gentle Animals

Accused and the accuser deny the dirt on their white coat worn with the assistance of their sister and love with beauty and name with a sinister attraction called hypocrisy.

The dirt spilled all over the rubbles,
Overflowing the cup of warm chocolate!
Inside the cup it seemed steamily warm.
Spilled to be cold malice rattles around
 
The cup of chocolate of the nice garner!
The spittle from the nice is venomous.
The looks on others are so strange.
The mates are segregated to distinguish.
 
Dressed in high order known to fit seduce
Justice given in the least possible attire
The cries unheard and love so nauseating
The nice triumph is seen in all the lanes
 
Enlarged in the donkey’s world pampers
The looks rare and attractive, attracts dusts
The search outside is to find the queer dusts
The wretched monsters ugly and clayey
 
Thoughts are rotten old and stinking
Nothing new, nothing genuine thrown out   
Copied from the fantasizes of the dead
Corpses carried in the memories trashed.
 
Words are withered graves exhumed
Stumbled upon the sight untamed
Thrown out to unsettle the sturdy          
Cries to quench the thirst with blood
 
Ride the tamed horse with pride held
Make the mock on the fallen striding
On the four legs crawling for their jockeys
Glances passed on to deny the animal.
 
Animals in the jacket cover are them
The ones who think the ones, else so
Animals in their shape are not given the
Worn-out jackets to cover the tails popped.

Reviews

[Rikkevi Rue]

like a heironymous bosch painting, littered with bizarre images so real yet inconceivable anyone would actually DARE reveal them! You paint in a mental landscape filled with controversy and a touch of anarchy, yet the aching pulse of truth is an undeniable undercurrent...i feel i am supposed to reinterpret and unscramble the lines, like a riddle yet at the same time the unnerving sense that i am just missing a hidden underlying meaning nags...SUPERBLY DONE!

[PaperHearts]

How bizarre! I thought that this was such an intriguing write. Your choice of words really left me pondering, and I thought that it worked really effectively in creating an almost surreal element to your poem. The imagery that you created through that vocabulary was stunning, and overall, I felt myself totally and completely captivated by your piece. Nice work,
~PaperHearts

[Deviant Works]

Another great write. You have really great talent. Your work reminds me of a poet I had read in high school, I was always enthralled by the message he would give. I wish I could remember the poets name but I suck with names so... Anyway, I really loved the line, "Words are withered graves exhumed". So much meaning just in this one line.