you speak so freely
of your discord,
your worry over
what others think.
you never bother,
to look inside, to see
the cup you offer,
the sour, spoiled stink.
it’s easy to claim disharmony;
to profess to be the cup from
which only a few can drink,
but, if honesty were present,
and ethic of work, were here
the cup would be full,
the tea would be easily
potable.
alas, the cup is shallow,
there is no steam,
it brings no warmth,
no welcoming pull.
dishonest love,
a selfish heart,
is all that you can
serve.
an empty cup,
a vacant tea room
is more than you
deserve.
***
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 1:33 PM UTC
you speak so freely
of your discord,
your worry over
what others think.
you never bother,
to look inside, to see
the cup you offer,
the sour, spoiled stink.
it’s easy to claim disharmony;
to profess to be the cup from
which only a few can drink,
but, if honesty were present,
and ethic of work, were here
the cup would be full,
the tea would be easily
potable.
alas, the cup is shallow,
there is no steam,
it brings no warmth,
no welcoming pull.
dishonest love,
a selfish heart,
is all that you can
serve.
an empty cup,
a vacant tea room
is more than you
deserve.
***
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