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A message to WE that do evil

There are creatures in this world that never let sleeping dogs lie

They won’t let this chameleon change their colours

Why?

Because they won’t change

So they see – that I will always and forever be me

They don’t care if I have learned a lesson

Because to them I need impression

I need to be like them you see

Because they really need me to be

They don’t care if I am better

They don’t care if I am in fetters

They don’t care if my way is pure

They send my way more to endure

Life is hard as it is

Caring for home and raising kids

But to them – you see grudges are deep

They’ve allowed their evil ego to seep

It is rotting away into their soul’s core, what for?

So they can boost their ego more?

So that they can avoid Hell’s door?

But it just puts you closer even more

You don’t see it because you’re blind

Blind to the words you’ve spoke unkind

Blind to the evil you have caused

Please reflect, sit and pause

It’s been more than a decade you declared this war and fed the demons you abhor

You are mangled and twisted deep

Because of the vows you chose to keep

The vows of evil, not of love

The opposite of what you’ve talked of

You are not the cure you are the cause

You are the one who screams the clause

You should know what it is you do

But your mind is muddled, you have no clue

It is scary to think that you don’t know

That when you die, it’s a dark place you’ll go

I was your lesson

I was your test

You failed with me and the rest

You can’t keep doing what you do

Because it will get the better of you

You think you’re safe, wrapped in gods arms

But he saw what you do, all the pain and harm

Though you’ve misinterpreted him as well

You’ve created it yourself, your Hell

Hell doesn’t exist you know, it’s true…

But you won’t believe it, none of you…

Now I am not an atheist, but you won’t agree

This is why your war will never set you free

You believe things I haven’t done

This is why you all are dumb

You’ve made assumptions about my life, because of words I’ve said

Then bought me strife

You thought yourself clever to read between the lines

But in the end the words you read, were not mine

You translated wrong all those things

And like a swarm of hornets you sting and sting

Don’t think you are cleverer than you are

Don’t try to stand up and be a star

For you are wrong and you have cursed me

This is why you won’t be free

You are an evil thing you know

But I am willing to let it go

But I know you wont

You never will

You keep on in this world, doing ill

Until… ?

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Going deaf to your misery

 

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DISCLAIMER – 

The below poem is not meant to be offensive – I am personally a sensory impaired member of society, I am very short sighted with astigmatism and I am totally deaf in my right ear with only 35% hearing in my left ear and I could potentially lose that, considering I have auto-immune inner ear disease.  I have only learned to develop a sense of humour with the cards I’ve been dealt with in life, please understand.

 

Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of deaf

I shall hear no evil, but see a lot I might

Though I hear not the barks that scold me, I see the awful sight

Evidence of those who hate me are seen everywhere

And they sit back and they think that I really, really care

But yea, the mind is full of ego

And they shall think of themselves

I shall sit in wonderment, why they don’t put the hate on their shelves?

I wonder why every day, why they think of me?

When I have left them long ago, yet they still want to torture me?

Then I realise that those poor dears, they do not have a life

So that is why they taunt me, with curses and poisoned words of strife

They of course have an ego too, that you can be sure

That they sit around every day gossiping of the times of yore

Becoming old and bitter, making their friends think that they are a bore

By choosing to focus on the dead past, the past that makes them sore

And I sit back still amazed, that they have chosen to concentrate

On things about me, each and every day, because poisoned words always finds a way

To go back to the victim

You see that’s the side effects of your conviction

Gossip not and leave the friction

 

 

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