Clinking of glasses as faces of deceit smile with curves on their lips but, there’s no connection to their eyes
Praises of what I mean to them with the mouth, all the while the heart is disconnected
Willing to serve me a meal of contention
Of one whose main ingredient is resentment
They have polished the cutlery with distaste and envy
And lay the finest china upon the table of discord
Another stands, to express to me how much they love, luv, sorta kinda like me
I’m seated at a position where I can see through the smoke screen and the entertainment of HYPOCRISY
I observe beyond the realm of the natural and your table is to dishonor and shame
Your salacious meals are meant to leave me starved and your pretty words are merely a colorful prisms to entice me to believe that I am asleep
I’ve been awake… you can now serve me the DELICIOUS bullshit you have delightfully prepared for me.
For I am hungry and WILL consume all you and your array of invited guests have intended for me with your pretentious selves.
BON APPÉTIT, LET’S EAT!!!
Will you please get out of my head…Lil. I can so relate to this piece.
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This right here is why I love poetry…clothed in emotions that color blocks all the deceptions….this right here is LIFEEEEEEEE….kudos
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Great post and I LOVE the photos, so colourful.
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You’ve got a way with words! Between that and your images, I was envisioning this in my head lol 🙂
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Beautiful piece!! I could imagine myself there and desperately wanting to get away!!!!
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Lol yes I completely agree with the wanting to get away.
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I just read something different.. 😀 great illustration …
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