i. point of no return
a thousand veils, a thousand faces,
left in a daze in a thousand mazes;
drawn to a throne of high-falutin
rhetoric
which is nothing but hysterical
histrionics.
guised, disguised, like actors in a
play,
who is fake? who is real? who am I
to say?
best foot forward seeking its own
reward,
how am I to know? how am I to guard?
dazzled, bedazzled, but all was
falsity;
duplicity, incongruity actually in
reality.
gullibility, vulnerability, how
could you be so blind?
i've been taken for a ride, putting me in
a bind.
is there a place to go, is there a
place to escape
where tears shall no more flow, and
hearts shall never break?
is there a way to leave, is there a
way to mourn
my wasted sensibilities from this
point of no return?
ii. a mouthful of bullets
a mouthful of bullets
right from the pit,
aimed at an enemy,
vengeance is sweet.
mouth of filth,
questionable intentions,
whence were they coming?
from the pulpit.
the high and mighty
( who isn’t God)
keeps on kicking,
burying the fallen
into the deep.
eyes blazing, voice thundering,
reverberating, ear-splitting,
nerve-wracking, mind-boggling,
but my spirit never breaking.
you can blow me up to smithereens
but never again can you enter in;
you can lift your gods to your
pedestal,
i never knew you, whoever you are.
