JEALousy...
Is an emotion which feeds off of ones own insecurities,
it is broken faith bound on the iron forge of hate,
it is anthema to love,
laying like a burgeoning thunderstorm in the pristine vault of the cloud tumbled skies...
JEALousy...
It is an ending,
though perhaps an ending to something that never was,
it seeks no closure; for with closure, the malignant darkness it breeds,
would fade like the blurred mist of the past under the bright light of the sun,
it is a darkness which blots the heart and leaves the soul empty of joy...
JEALousy...
It shadows the spirit,
baptizing the heart in the harrowing sorrow of despair,
it is a destroyer,
lessening and weakening the foundation of the soul,
it is fed by doubts and watered on unresolved emotions which blind,
it does not seek answers, but is always ready to apportion blame,
it is a virulent...
a poison coursing through the blood...
JEALousy...
Is an emotion that makes monsters of us all,
its a cancer that eats at the soul,
it unbinds coherent thought,
unhinging the mind with mindless barbs of malice,
and makes destitute ones emotions...
JEALousy...
Its the stygian brush of the night without the magic glitter of starlight,
or the pale radiant essence of the moon to light the darkness,
to brighten the pathways of future tomorrows,
a question going unanswered left to stagnate in the shadowed depths of the mind...
JEALousy...
Is a violence against the heart,
a crime against the spirit,
a demon possessed; a skeletal rictus of hate stretching forth,
sharpened claws of rancor severing the elan as it hooks and scores the heart...
JEALousy...
It thrives in the flesh like maggots,
expulsing a feotid breath of foulness to infect the air which we breathe,
a dissonance plucked upon the heart-string of the soul,
a stagnant pond which feeds upon itself and so...
in the end,
dies...
the light of the spirit dimming,
the eyes of the heart blinded by the diseased white cataract of hate...
JEALousy...
As sharp as the cut of memory,
Soul Devourer; a blade of despair weilded by the mind,
it is the gathered energy of a lightning bolt poised to strike,
a dragon breathing molten flames of wrath,
it is destruction...
incarnate,
of the mind the heart and the soul...
JEALousy...
A tedium of hope-driven self destruction,
wrought like a cancer upon the soul,
a picture of a broken heart...
It is the willfull indifference to love,
indefinable...
because love is not finite...
LOve...
It is a question just beyond sight,
beyond hearing, beyond even taste and touch,
it is a question which can only be answered by the heart,
for therein lies truth, even if that truth leads to sorrow and woe...
LOve...
Is the answer to the question of despair,
it is the bridge which spans the river of hate which is jealousy,
drifting lilly petals upon the wind,
blushed pink in the fading light of the day...
LOve...
Bright in the shadowed gloom of a dawn,
full of golden threads of gathered sunlight...
Richard 'Poetikz' Burton
01/03/2011
