Life = Death - volume 2 - Poems on Life , Death

DON'T

Don't enchantingly smile; and then speak of hopelessly diabolical destruction,

Don't vivaciously dance; and then think of life beneath the morbid coffins,

Don't wholeheartedly embrace; and then insidiously plot agains't the lives of orphaned children,

Don't tantalizingly dream; and then talk of being lambasted by commercial whips of manipulative reality,

Don't gallop like an untamed tornado; and then perceive of spending life in eccentrically reclusive seclusion,

Don't sow the seeds of blossoming fertility; and then step into the tunnel of perennially stinking darkness,

Don't immaculately wink; and then behave like an uncouth bartender on the boisterous streets,

Don't uninhibitedly thank; and then pierce a menacing knife into the back of your philanthropic comrades,

Don't melodiously sing; and then infiltrate like a hideous devil; into all sects of the wonderfully impeccable society,

Don't mystically intrigue; and then form an eternal bondage; with monotonously lecherous business tycoons,

Don't ardently pray; and then start to indiscriminately assassinate unsuspecting
civilizations; like diminutive mosquito and inconspicuous prey,

Don't worship your mother; and then satanically devastate tiny infants; from their cozy dwellings and divinely parents,

Don't reside in harmonious solitude; and then disseminate the most treacherously fearful voice; into serene air lingering outside,

Don't sacredly bless; and then devilishly paralyze every organism alive; with your ominously abhorrent spell,

Don't paint beautifully; and then abominably bludgeon and pulverize the panoramic landscape; with your wickedly bohemian feet,

Don't fruitfully evolve; and then blow your decayed breath; polluting the symbiotically functioning planet,

Don't say "I love you"; and then shatter the threads of holy matrimony; of all couples passionately married and alive,

Don't compassionately care; and then rain tumultuously acrid maelstroms of hell; on people breathing and full of exuberant life,

And don't blissfully live; and then blame the Creator for ruining each moment of your crippled life; incessantly think of collapsing into the sinister grave and die.