| musings harmonizing

good & gravity

does committing a few crimes
contest you for the greatest criminal?
trip and throw pebbles a few times
and get named a cynical mind

do you recall when i was stabbed?
in an audience of hundreds
too many times
and i froze calmly,
crippled with sheer dread

reversing the tape to hours back,
when i anxiously sang solo
but we harmonized with your aid
'till you decided my worth was lesser than lost shoes inside old racks,
and snatched my sole
leaving me hollow

any eleven year old
would rather be told,
that they'll wade
only through affliction now
than be laid
in a trap set up by their own soulmates

why would someone adore
a hero who smelts
his own shield, that was his adobe
once during the great war?
he learned true stealth from it,
and disposed it after his wicked skit
was finally in flames

you snipped a dancing ribbon,
when it rolled in undefined grace
during that situation already given
entered monsters and demons and villains,
ripping out each little thread
with a smile on their heads
to rebuild a ribbon like that,
we won't even attempt
because in each and every act
the ribbon refuses to dance again

they love clowns
who exile people and shift them to alien towns,
with their despotism
display them in their haunted past prisons

but no;
you're a gem
a seed that every year the gods sow
powerful as a historian's pen
made to write,
just stories of victory
and visions of light

if i let go of confidentiality,
and dragged curtains
with a insane mentality,
i would be stronger and certain
that you're a sham in the name of good & gravity