The Cocksure Fantasy

Hey the haughty river, flowing unrecognized
Arrogance runs your ripples
Exacerbation your motive, temper the sword
And surely, it cuts too deep
Too deep to salve

You scathe everyone, nasty foulness
The tight wounds you conceive
You sew its threads with care, yet you rip it apart
Pain, Pain and Pain again…
None in your path, all equal in your selfish eyes

Like a bloody wizard in winter,
You foretell your deceitful future
Anger and disconcert in it all...
You sin like there's no God

Your stench, your vomit,
your soils, all a curse

You bastard, you the perfect hypocrite…
You mongrel, a whore
Dark and doughty, black and lame
Flowing swift and aimless
You bring nothing save harm

But, you want to let go...
You want to rush off the edge…
You can see the horizon and I can feel the zenith…
It’s there, yeah…
Please… Drown, let it go... and change…

Why does your heart break every time…?
Oh why don’t you tame yourself…?
  Why oh river?... Why do you flow through me...?
Why? Why are you me?
God...

The Perfect Hypocrite

hyp-o-crite /ˈhipəˌkrit/ :  If you don't walk the walk, it's probably best not to talk the talk.

The critical mind would be mystified by me, a fool when climacteric decisions are to be made. But, this isn’t about decisions or the fools; it’s about me or rather my own foolhardy world, a cocoon that I weaved for my own expiation. It’s a perfect synonymy, a harmonious embodiment. I expelled myself from the outside world, coercing myself to see with this new shade of color. And I saw bliss, I saw beauty, I saw contentment, an arcadian life, and I saw God. STOP! Because it wasn’t God I saw. Contrarily, I saw an illusion of him, an illusion I made up. For months I played around with this illusion. Talking with people, influencing them, and changing them; all through with my own private rustic world. And it was this dissemblance, this ‘lip service’ that brought many people to God, the real God. I hold my answers to them as true and legible; contemporary enough for the modern world (as I never held down any fast orthodox principles). And I was good at it, good at being an act. Acting all through, always, whenever I was with anyone, never showing my true self. And they believed, the nits!