Like It Means Anything:
You wear your crosses in plain sight like they mean anything at all
When hypocrisy of your bad behaviour is the thing swallowing whole
The venom of bad people hiding behind masks of acting kind
Like the karma dealt by a hand that wasn't yours is an excuse to find
Reason in being cowardly in the face of insulting others
Masks these people wear, when deep down under the covers
They'll twist words unable to find who even they are
Content in the idea of never expanding so far
As to find joy in spreading the simple act of kindness to others
Revel in your wrong doing
Golden boy no more,
Bronze people made of stone and sour reasoning to settle scores
Never started in the first place
Think about something other than yourself at least once.
Wear your crosses like they mean anything, smile your plastered smiles
People all the same, an uneven kind of unhappiness living in plain
Sight and yet no one can see. Even I blinded by my own ideas
Of a light that wasn't really something but shimmer created by me
Unkindness and something not whole
Living in plain sight to see.
Wear your crosses like they mean anything
And wonder why you'll be unhappy.
~J.K.M.
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2. A Definitive (Poetry)
PoetryNot just poetry for humanity. Poetry for me too. An array of poetry displayed in raw light. "For what it's worth, even words can explain the complications in ones head if you find the time to discover the right sentences." ~J.K.M.
