Add Vice

Just beyond the chandelier of the sun
a hallowed hall is filled with mourners
perfecting the soliloquy of tears
to mark the true final death
of want
take it however you like
see it with both eyes open
though they be glazed and hollow
like the empty place inside your chest
that used to house your marching heartbeat
the cavity filled with bent feelings
crooked matters best left undefined
the correct bearing and temperament is always an ally
one should never fuck off
even though it burdens you with rebuffing
the very flattering attentions from your own ego
flirt with dust if you must
but leave the self alone
because vanity is a hungry fire
with teeth that chew and gnaw the bones
the very nature of a jackal can’t compete
with the vicious lusting after something
you can never own
but play with like a toy
only to be cast aside to rust
along the restless road of age


Author: valo

I am a poet, writer and activist with a special interest in human rights for children and women as well as the elimination of poverty worldwide. If you read this today, feed someone locally for me will you? Drop off a non perishable food item at the food bank nearest you and consider yourself hugged. Thank you!

14 thoughts on “Add Vice”

    1. Thank you Gabrielle 🙂 I agree, Bryan read it better than I could. That Borland man has a flair for this I think!

    1. Phew! That’s a relief Jessie, because if I were channelling Ma, I’d be mortified. lol Your grandma sounds like a character too.

  1. Bryan, if you want to read it, vlog it, or just beat it to a pulp, go to it honey bee. I’m pleased to bits that you like it. It’s a bit terse and it nearly crosses the preachy line a twice, but it makes it to the end intact. After I read this comment I read it in my mind with your voice and accent and your voice would add gravity to the words. I’m flattered. Now, I CANNOT WAIT TO SEE YOUR VLOG FOR MS. JESSIE’S BOOK! Pray tell, what day are we to expect it up? Oops.. under pressure…hugs 😉

  2. I wasn’t sure of the title, but one does what the muse tells one. 🙂 I’m happy you liked it Bryan dahling. 🙂

    1. Oh my gawd Jessie, I’ve turned into ma and written a guilt poem! LOLOLOL I’m horrified and she is laughing on the other side…probably with a ciggie dangling from her hand. HUGS So, does your urge to say you’re sorry mean this is a good poem or a bad poem?

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