Hope is a flatterer and an internal parasite.
It rots the soul compliment by compliment,
words beyond polite.
Trickery of the mind persuades
petty words arranged by lavish lies
to ostentatiously invade in masquerade.
Hope is an obsequious fool,
untruthful in the most pretentious way
with its jaw dropped and a pool of drool.
Guided by human nature and naivety,
our hearts are enslaved to flattery,
and only the naked truth sets us free.
Hope is a dogma, concealed
mockery repeated in a trancelike mantra,
emotionless but reveled in honeyed appeal.
EPIPHANY!
The soul now reeks of decomposing deception.
It crawls towards reality with a withered infantile body
that finally caters to an illuminati reception.
Author notes
influenced by Dante’s Inferno Circle 8 (flatterers)
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Cactus
A piece of a mountain breaks off near the top. This chunk begins its descent down an unforgiving slope, forbidden the liberty to stop. It will crash headlong into ledges and lose bits of itself. It will become snagged on sharp offshoots, held back by the mountain's restless arms. It will taste the bitter cold of an angry snowstorm, and the loneliness of the rain carelessly dripping away off of its surface. It will roll, fall, bounce, and tumble. Finally, the little crumb will reach the bottom of the mountain and escape its hold. Then, it is something completely different. It is a rock, no longer just a part of the mountain. It is its own piece of the earth... shaped and refined into some peculiar, often odd, and yet incredible thing to see.
Of the rocks that I know, very few have that doomed thing called hope. Actually, most of them don't even have limbs... they're rocks. Yet a rock does not need hope to make the journey down the mountain, even if it is the one thing in the world it desires most. It will still reach its destination, though broken and crippled by the trials along the way. Rocks are funny like that, damned hard to break in the end. And who knows what the rock will find at the bottom? Perhaps a level view, and a wondrous horizon. -
How the hell does this only have one comment? This one definitely deserves more attention... The first stanza was particularly striking and attention grabbing. The point was made well many times, but it also felt like you were never really repeating yourself too badly. The rhyme was also elegant in that it's there, but draws no attention to itself.
Really nice work
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A lot of pretty imagery and composed emotions.
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