A Figure Of Hate

All Deem To Know Him; A Poem, A Consideration

©Joanie Adams — Joanie Adams; Gift A Tea: https://ko-fi.com/joanieadamms

All who deem themselves best to know him,

Know him only on the slight; never knowing —

When the void of the securing self takes a total grip,

Hunger, fully after it —

Hatred is the only continual concern till

The I has been inferred from what little now remains;

After the armed meek Is’ come running,

Stall and hold to kosher beasts —

Mild assail by all State, rampant;

Comes your guard, to bride the

Roughness, that is betrothed, by now!

That Slaughter and Hurtle all that are against

The I without a final salute.

A figure of hatred; Comes checking, devised,

When naught is found within the Aye —

Come, in of fear, strong and held to the ever and I,

Against the seemingly vengeful surrounds

Of these… Disastrous others — he continues to proclaim, in the plainest of sights, for the want of himself now.

Hardy by corruption, he bates —

Hardly either/or, by the underground tomb,

Settled, never to be unearthed, and see what

Daemon he has made his people run as now;

Hatred comes in the shaken stirrup of the self

When any opposing counsel or recourse

Is deemed as the total enemy;

Meek is the reasoning when the self heretofore

Has shown little; when questioned, the only writ is to rule

Till the patriotism of the self has quaked

And been commanded from the sea to the wracks of ruin,

Nigh unto eternity — these here are the remains —

Of, other friendlies.

Hatred is the only dispatching to find them now.

A figure of hate only had to be mentioned,

To keep secure, what the fief fails to feel,

Unto the we in the us.

So Corsair comes the voice that dared to hassle

A fairer blame, and struck through the heart,

By the fired bolt; till death, it was once said.

Racked — aye is it racked by our pregame

till final, perceivable owns.

Yet, you linger to know him,

And what will you find, on your road of folly?

Nigh — tell us of the aye, Now;- Now?; Now.

Aye — yes, why yes? —

When Nigh is all that raptures all fizzer to be daughtered as naught;

That is all that seizes me now.

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