Argument’s Forsake

Argument’s Forsake
by Michaelw1two

Cast aside, all one’s thoughts for now,
when truth’s burn stings, its detractors cower;
your decisions meet, oblivion’s trowel,
by one’s firm hands, steel hones murder;
lots drawn, a blue heat heart’s enflame,
doubt surrendered, feel judgment’s terror;
righteously submit, to life’s shames,
rue mind’s regrets, breathe this moments horror.

Where men, mull suffering’s folly,
here rest the skulls, from which blood so poured;
fate’s palm steadies, one’s time awaits’,
one mark so warrants, the ides cruel roars;
thoughts drift, alone stands time’s callings’,
attentions miff, eye’s pretentions scour;
reside in this, each man wills death,
focused, towards life’s balance of power.

What say you then, to thesis lent?
as times fuse, sparks unrest’s rude chagrin;
further verve, suppress each heart’s rage,
angst rules mind’s twitch, pressure’s please begins;
needs succumb, to wants’ vicious rends,
destroys in life what is felt within;
speak out, or die in silenced flesh,
living means, hate’s reign at soul’s suspense.

Hold true this discourse, with taunt reins,
one’s speech, which side of your mouth drips shame;
truth’s tears fulfill our nature’s yearn,
centered stance, life’s strength god’s will retains;
promise, effort owes each ‘in kind’,
your worth, ‘their’ bet, nothing personal;
firmly ground, fleshy grind, hell’s touch,
heart’s known; one’s sthenia is ‘their’ stench.

This moment seized, awareness thirsts,
unfurl future’s crest, for present’s drink;
words works do hurl decisions fire,
upon trust inspire what life’s choice thinks;
tomorrow’s morn, of cheers or moans,
will death’s hand raise, or fate’s eyes both blink;
statement thrice made, denies life’s meed,
voiced powers stand, over pen’s blood inked.

Arguments, do not friendships make,
grinding teeth and scowls abhor all friends;
produce in life, that taste on tongues,
poisoning health, causing mind’s suspend;
negative thoughts, close tight blind eyes,
pooling visions smear, each mans fortunes;
results impact favorable outcomes,
insight’s suggest, that which time portends.

Knowing, time awaits each life’s end,
seduction’s trials, perjured shadows dim;
truth, shows those wicked pictured screens,
from first lies exposed, through palm’s passim;
suggests for all, but for fate’s grace,
cringed taunts, “Newt’s” sneers, the ‘rights’ crude scrims;
responsibility, “they” loathe,
‘whites’ flight, profit’s veer, hate’s glom proves grim.

Forgiving, that which ferments pain,
against faith’s will, leads to infamy;
obligation, remands those stained,
towards thoughts off hand, one ingrained with shames;
caused ripened, stanching, primordial flesh,
aweigh, juxtaposed life through fate’s blames;
death clangours, stoke each soul enflamed,
while cabals’ chicanes, fuel hate’s blazon.

The ‘Right’s’ mindset, misology,
‘their’ “Blind Man’s Bluff”, coprology;
conniving, ‘their’ brachylogy,
lucre and hate, ‘their’ pathology;
imperil souls aetiology,
fetes Lucifer’s pneumatology;
humans craft, geratology,
their fifteen minutes; morology!

An epitaph, ‘kin’s’ tired blood,
humanity, amiss of life’s grain;
agreeable, summation’s writes,
broken minds and limbs its sole gains;
disagreement lends scheme’s cold dreads,
to one’s self fear, of how all life ends;
ends too suppressed of thesis thought,
pieces, phases, peoples; Sake’s upend.

Arguments sakes, as eviler twins,
exposed distrust, expression’s bitters;
expectations facts, nothing mends,
that broken fades, towards fore getting’s pills;
conflicts distract; fate yields beliefs,
conscience ventured, innuendo gained;
extenze for greed, an apt combine,
trend death not life, that’s thought’s burdened weight.

Michael Darrell Walker