Many where your promises,
Like a politician at the street corner,
You spun tall tales,
Your words now washed away,
In the tide of your success,
Your presence now rare,
Like the blue moon.
Emotions have died,
Words have changed,
Like a chameleon,
You've changed colors.
At the altar of fame,
You've sacrificed truth,
Your race is after money,
Your words forgotten,
You've joined the numbers,
Of those idiots,
Before you,
You are no better,
Than those dishonest,
Thieves.
We knew it all along,
So, we never really cared,
Promises or not,
You're just another sewer rat!
This poem was written a couple of years ago. I then needed to get rid of some deep seated anger towards someone who had lied and cheated me. This incident was forgotten the moment this was written and the emotions were expressed on paper (yeah I wrote it). Poetry helps me to give vent to emotions that I would never allow myself to express publicly.
Now all this seems silly and shallow. I don't even want to harbor any anger towards anyone for one second, I just want to live in peace. Any feelings other than joy/happiness and peace need to be dealt with and handled right away. Life is too short to harbor emotions such as anger which hurt us more than anyone.
Let go and live in peace is my philosophy of life. Peace within and peace with the world is what I want all the rest can be forgotten.
