Tag Archives: The Naysayer

Who can say what wonders may come today?
Who can tell what sorrows may penetrate
The guarded borders of my very mind?
Who knows what will happen in untold time?

What can be said of Future’s Fickle ways?
What will be read when this Message goes astray?
Only the Fates may know what can be told
Until such a time comes, I must be bold

Losing my Love was akin to a song
A haunting Melody, piercing my soul
Will time mend the chasm yawning ‘cross my heart?
The answer comes, in time. Till then I hurt

It cannot be known, what morrow days hold
Be they weeks filled with torment, or simply
Months so stale they grow hills of moss and mold
I cannot know, so why then do I Rant?

My thoughts do stray to images of Pain
My words seem clogged with cold and Stifling Rain
Best that I should thing of Happier things
But I’m filled with the longing Loneliness
That Loss of Love Brings.

Love, O vile temptress that doth sway my moods
Into palest threads of purity. Why?
Must you dislodge ev’ry mote of reason?
Must you chain my brain through ev’ry season?

If I be truly a man, and I am,
Then I’m beholden to Love’s perverse laugh
Her tender hand has not a gentle touch
Her sweet voice speaks words that soothe not my ears

Ah, Love! For she, surely a fool I’ll be
Against my will and opposed to my creed
She takes all I want, my soul she does haunt
She delights at my scorn, and scorns my needs

Love is not a Lover, No! she is Foul.
Love is a murderess, a black widow
Slaying emotion, stifling compassion
Boys croon and girls swoon at Love’s wolfish growl.

To fall in love, truly, be a pox on man
Fatal distractions most painful of all
Would that we were but rational beings
Love’s lethal lullaby needn’t lead to a Fall

The World, I Say, Is devoid of color.
The beauty it once bestowed has wasted
To Nothing. The glory of the mountains
Hath faded to dull whispers, Splendor Gone.

Oh, you cold Hearts , You Heavy Minds, You Fiends
Lustful gorgers of gifts not meant for you
Taking all you can with reckless whimsy
Feasting on Fruits of life that bloom Ne’er more

You thieves that steal the very essence of thought
Plunderers, Indecent Minds, Unsound Souls,
Forsworn effigies of days long since past
Unable to learn, unwilling to change

Be not anything but what you were born
Stark Shadows of those whom you call better
Be that which other men Despise and Fear
Be a Parody, a stained-glass Veneer

Can you not see that Truth is something Dim?
Virtues upheld by corruption compelled
Seeking to Hide, to Murder, to Bribe. Truth?
‘Tis not Truth you give, Preaching how to Live

Bring unto Me your Gifts of False Wisdom
Your blatant shaded jaded honesty
I will show you a true and potent mind
Or Forever a Liar calleth Me.