Poetic Tone is the latest poet out of Fayetteville N.C. to bless the pages of IREP Magazine with his talent. Is revenge really a dish best served cold?
I gave life back to her when death arrived two seconds early
In turn, she hurt me with lies about he.
He was supposed to be illegal.
Prohibited to caress her breast or explore the depths of her heaven
She said he raped her at six but he didn't get off of work til seven
But tears enforced honesty because honestly I needed no evidence for his evident guilt
Mind subdued with sympathy,
Soul tainted with empathy,
She begged me over and over again to avenge her violated womb
So I pursued righteousness with little guidance because broken flesh tested my masculinity
I became the eternal enemy of he
Traveled streets and covered blocks nonstop with plots of her vaginal reparations
I became the patient killer.
Warming the coldest nights of winter's December by roaming this earthless surface with a purpose of removing sinful stages hidden behind curtains
He lived nervous, as 360 degrees became routine in simple movement
The art of war standing behind every door he entered,
Without knowing, I surrendered my common sense for dominates and fulfillment of the word man
Ruler of world -- original creator of life
King of jungle
Born not to be humble or stumble but rather crumble to the faults of my own pride.
She cried persuasive tears,
Spoke about fears and nightmares of he standing before her feet as she attempted to sleep in bed with her only protection being sheets made not to defeat wolves dressed in the clothing of sheep
Tears and sex,
Sex and tears mortified my frustration and my patience worn thin of him breathing the same breath.
I became the producer and director of his starring role in my movie "Death"
Proud with my production, I ran home to tell her something I assumed would relieve her soul.
I said he's gone … and the sun went cold
I said he's dead … and her galaxy froze
Raindrops fell off her eyelids again but these rain showers felt different
They were filled with compassion
They were filled with questions asking why?
Why did I have to do that?
I did it for us; I did so we can survive; So that you may love again
The she screamed "But that was my boyfriend!!!"
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Her tactics of organized confusion created illusions of hurt.
His mistakes became her worst method of payback.
15 years, 6 months, 11 days, in a maximum security prison tucked away for becoming a slave in the system of a woman scorn
Someone once said "Life's a bitch"
I'm the idiot who chose to listen to her
Poetic Tone
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