Tales of the Mandarin Liar (fiction poems)

The Level of the Devil

You are in hell,
but under the veil
of the devil...
That's your level.

You can't climb...
So all you do
is just kill time.

Stick that
golden calf
up yo' azz!

Pass that piece,
and smoke that tale...

So you lay...
As you lie...

Change yo' storey
(times)
nighty nigh....

The kingdom that is Naught...

Secrets in the night
will finally come to light.
...And all the lies
you told,
will finally be revealed.

The layers of your life
will rot into naught,
and all the nonsense
that you taught
will slide into slime,
down the drain...

In the final end,
nothing that you did,
and nothing that you are
will remain...

"My Beautiful Hatred"

Loving to hate you,
and now learning that,
I'm sure I do...

But, now that
I've found you,
it can't help but show...

Still, it's starting to
kill me,
and now that I know..

It's past time
to give up,
and just let it go.


The answer's
a wisper,
but I don't want to listen...

And my beautiful hatred
like a pinata just glistens.

I'm just tired of reasons
that make
too much sense...

But somehow intution
can tell in a
pinch.

A slap on the wrist,
or a knock 'side
the head..

Still, to find out
while living,
is much better
than death.




The End



[edit on 4-3-2010 by cosmokatt7]