Intention and harm.

To take one apart,
Through words, not illusionary wretched actions.
Is to strike at the spine,
With a gilded dagger.
'But', a voice pipes 'This is done by intent'
So he says, aptly.
For he knows
The feeling that swells in one and is serene to another
Of how a strike unmindful for one
Cuts a wound deep into another.

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Word and Action

An intention to do good, be good and say good. Lay in all, lest their growth endured tumult. Her words sang a mellow tune to melt the heart While inconsistencies in action sang another. As the ear sought to resolve this tussle the mind fashioned another puzzle. Of lies, lasses and love Or a dual-blend of the above.

Memories

Fickle is the judgement W hen I talk of a person. Heckle I do, T o accede her association. In a trickle flows her flood Of vacillations that are venomous O'er the past that never peter A nd the present that power passions. Aided by a lovely freckle Sweetened by the gentle treacle , Pacted they a possible future O f kids, Kleenex and Crocin. Then, t o take apart her soul And lay bare her vulnerabilities Had he any right or reason? To heal her heart A nd dull the pain Does she hit out or hurt in? Nights pass the day A waiting in silence to torment her thoughts. Days pass the night To whisk her away from reliving events past. This raging memory ' slaught ...

Life's escort

We step in not alone But with a nexus to our mom. That nexus man’s tool severs, But never doth it, the seemingly apparent relationship. As time flits by, moms recede and friends proceed Into our lives, some firm, and some for benefit. The latter induce tears, as flattery so often does, Who sheds them not? Shed them alone, you remain forlorn, Shed them on a shoulder, you emerge stronger.

Verses from a recess.

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