Jealousy’s Dead King.

I know who my friends are,
and also who they aren’t;
I see those who take the heed,
and I see the ones that won’t;
I feel the people who try to steal,
away what isn’t theirs’ to take;
I hear the ones who never mean,
a single promise that they make;
I touch the hands of many,
both the wicked and the good;
I taste the wishes and secret desires,
of the least expectant that I would;
I sense the misrepresentations,
belonging to faces of those I’ve believed;
I’ve held the lies and deceit in my palm,
while the mouth tried to find them to speak;
I am not blind to the inner-workings of envy,
and the ways that its evil unfolds;
I was marked by Jealousy’s Dead King,
back in my own days of old;
Do not think that my big heart is a target,
because its dark surfaces hold bright red within;
do not think you will come up on my weakness,
of still managing to live like a decent human;
For all of your troubles and scheming,
will land you long and far from me;
my great, big heart holds no room inside,
for the many wanna-be’s of true humanity.

7 thoughts on “Jealousy’s Dead King.

  1. JunkChuck says:

    A lot of good posts from you in my feed–you’ve had a busy weekend. I’ve enjoyed them all.

  2. Aquileana says:

    “I sense the misrepresentations,
    belonging to faces of those I’ve believed”…
    “For all of your troubles and scheming,
    will land you long and far from me”

    These verses spoke loud to me (maybe because I could totally relate with them… Sigh). Thanks for sharing your poetry!!!~. Best wishes. Aquileana 🙄

  3. JMC813 says:

    So sad for the wannabe’s. They will never know a genuinely caring soul wrapped up tight in a warriors exterior. Glad I know you as I do friend. Also very grateful I am allowed to call you that. Keep kickin ass.
    XO