he always took the lion’s share tho most of us know that the lioness is the true hunter but that is just an aside he also insisted that he be given the largest glass filled to the brim with wine or ale and she would always comply but one day in passing she said smiling have you considered that the largest glass also can contain the largest amount of poison
she placed what remained of his dreams upon the old cookstove and made a stew of sorrow for what had been denied none of his writings were ever published because she said his literary sense was nonsense and furthermore all great poets were dead he hesitated when she offered him a drink
Point-Counter Point Challenge: For those of you have been following the challenges between Jade and I, you are aware that several challenges have taken place over the course of the last few months. This time, the challenge was to be initiated by me and I decided to change the rules a little…well a lot. Here’s how it works this time. Each poet provides the other poet with five quotations that must be addressed from the opposite point of view as the original quote. So here we go…here is the first quote that Jade provided to me: “If you want to tell people the truth, make them laugh, otherwise they’ll kill you.” Oscar Wilde
die laughing…
the thin veneer
of laughter
disguised the crowds intent
for before this day
would be done
the poison of hatred
would pierce their skins
and flow like
quicksilver
into their veins
and they would
be transformed
into a mob
a serpent without a head
no logic nor reason
nor sense of right or wrong
just the urge to kill
to rise up against
the humor of reality
and grasp the throat
of truth
until its breath
is no more
and the deed
of murder
would be done
and truth
would have died
laughing
the poison
moved
down
the
artery
towards
the wound
where
all
eyes
were
focussed
but
the poison
the silent
killer
was not seen
coursing its way
without repentance
trading profit in iowa
for gulf coast death
but no one talked of it
it was old news
dead zones
where life
was
no longer
possible
or
just a scene
from
h g wells’
island
of
dr moreau
Read Between the Minds 