Nefarious.

I suppose even the most nefarious entities are desperate for an identity, 

creating their own corroded communities through engaging in impunity.

Erecting idols of their enemies & slandering their friends, 

scrutinizing all the others when it should be them under the lens. 

Delusion, like psychosis, has dust mites thinking they're superior;

as they sit and compare battle scars although they're dazed & delirious. 

Their obsession with made up offenses dines on them like a predator,

until a patchwork of paranoia peers back from every reflection.

You wanted to curse others, 

now you got it back times three, 

abandoned by your own mother, 

now all you have left is me. 

Reader beware: 

you're long overdue for a scare. 

Surprise, you spooky bitch, 

bet you thought you'd seen the last of me.

Cockroaches possess the common sense to evade certain death, 

and yet these criminals lack the discipline to not end up behind bars again. 

Pitiful, y'all look like idiots—and then, 

you continue burning all the candles at both ends.

Overdose on your internal ugliness—

your looks could kill like Fentanyl.

Poison's preferred over your name;

even arsenic has more appeal.

Your sticks and stones playground name-calling games are primitive and lame, 

as you engage in hide and seek-like child's play, I get at you with grenades. 

Then for my grand finale, I shower you in fireworks and flames, 

as Satan's symphony welcomes you into your grave. 

The Earth erupted in uproarious applause, 

as soon as it was liberated of you & all your flaws,

the world finally rejoiced, and knew peace

once your screams echoed from Gambia, 

all the way to Greece.

I bring brilliance while you obsess about irrelevant events, 

you and your network of invalids couldn't even win dumpster dive pageants. 

As I observe you from the upper decks and echelons, you sink; I stay afloat.

You tear down completely innocent allies around you in accusation, 

isn't it time you took accountability for your own reputation? 

If you build it they will come to tear it down then ask for more, 

is it any wonder the wicked wail they're victims above all?

x

Validated (Part II)

Every desert is testament to her understated elegance; even whilst devoid of rain, their roses still bloom in resonance.

With the majesty of medieval monarchy, the moon itself marvels at her magnificent mystery; conducting the stars as they sparkle brightest for her, since she is a symphony.

With every cup of her you sip—you slip further under her spell. You and all your fellow men were too quick to dismiss her as just another raven-haired rebel.

One thing becomes clear as you are hit by the guilt from her dreams you denied: you were threatened by the brilliance that blazes bravely behind her Bedouin eyes.

It is easy and quite simple to embrace equality; even the blind can see behind your problematic patriarchy. You are angered by the branch, despite your own status as the tree.

It's time you knew the truth and learned this ancient secret that was omitted from the holy texts:"Without her, even a rose is haggard—there is no beauty in her absence."

x

Vindicated.

Every desert is a woman—each one, mysterious, and alluring. No cartel or caravan could capture her despite their concerted efforts. Instead, she has them captivated; they covet her like treasure.

But she will not be bought by any bearded Bedouin! She cannot be collected in jars, or hidden away in some harem. Her Sahara will remain as free as the Arabian horse; only without a saddle can one truly experience the world.

She doesn't mind that her hair is streaked with dirt, or that the soles of her bare feet have turned black. Listen closely and you'll even hear them sizzling from the scorching Saudi sun.

A sly grin appears on her face as she performs a serpentine dance, intoxicating.
Like smoke, she moves with sinuous grace, slithering smoothly through these sombre Syrian streets.

Watch as her hips become hypnotists who stun through spins and twists like a mirage.
Listen to the jingle of the coins on her belt;
the same gold and silver some sultan or sheikh felt should measure her worth.

With battle cry, she removes her veil in violent defiance and whips it at the ground.
Unwilling to be a victim anymore by bleeding in the sand, her only demand is her freedom from their wicked government.

(Re)Missing

Once, when we were young, 
we fell head over heels in love;
felt like we'd been stung,
razors rained down on us from up above.

Oh how it hurts my lungs, 

once we were innocent as doves
I numb the pain with drugs, 

now that I have been disposed of.

As we argued more, 
push turned to shove, 
Now you've gone missing, babe. 
Take me back to yesterday.

Stopped by your place, 
but you've left for outer space, 
linger at your door, 
but you don't live here anymore. 

It's years since you've been there. 
And now you've disappeared 
somewhere; without a trace.
I'm lost without your sweet embrace.

And I miss you, yeah,
like infants miss their mother's face.
And I miss you, whoa,
you've left a mark I can't erase.

I just miss you, oh,
like a shoe without a lace,
I'm missing you, baby,
this emptiness won't be replaced.

I rang down your phone, 
so many times I cannot count,
your number is unknown, 
and all my emails even bounced. 

y sheets still smell like your cologne.

You haunt me when I'm feelin low.
Left your nest and now you've flown.
Where have you gone, where did you go?

Is our romance really blown?
Have you found a queen to share your throne,
My heart has turned to stone, 
ever since you left me all alone.

And I miss you, yeah,
like an immigrant, I feel displaced.
and I miss you, whoa,
like my favourite foods, I crave your taste.

Could it be you've been misplaced?
All my steps have been retraced.
How, I miss you, babe,
it'd take me weeks to count the ways.

And I miss you, yeah,
like infants miss their mother's face.
And I miss you, whoa, 
you've left a mark I can't erase.

I just miss you, oh,
like a shoe without a lace,
I'm missing you, baby,
this emptiness won't be replaced.

Now you're missing,
and I'm missing you; 
and although you're missing,
I'm still missing you.
And even if you're gone, 
Your spirit always seems to stay,