From The Lips

I know nothing but it all
and the lies and the falls
come clear and fear it calls
that I ignore to burn it all.

Spewing gasoline is obscene
so I cut off at the head dead
the seed of deceit by feeding
the truth to all their dread.

I am an asp slithering grass
it hides my grasp so I clasp
down upon flesh to get past
the fact I am fear won’t last.

So I morph so I change aspect.
To your eyes I may seem sick
but the world it has reached
me with its acidic stinging lick.

I am sad for all the destitute,
the weak they cry in fathoms
deep and sickness it creeps
slowly but straight at them.

No need to draw blood with it,
the tounge is posion enough
where the strong become weak
and the weak can get lifted up.

5 Comments Add yours

    1. J.Michael says:

      Thank you so much 😊

      Liked by 1 person

      1. You’re very welcome 🙂

        Liked by 1 person

  1. Shirobanryu says:

    Hi.
    Struck Well My Friend
    🌟 👌
    In Deeds. Indeed
    Shiro… 😎

    Liked by 1 person

    1. J.Michael says:

      Thank you Shiro.

      Like

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