#cunning
I feel it in the quiet,
it sounds nothing alike.
It follows me in the day, and surrounds me at night.
It’s everywhere and nowhere. Just out of sight.
It lingers in the corners, testing my might.
It tempts and it taunts me, unseen in plain light.
It dances on edges, too tall I seek flight.
It grins in the silence, stealing all my light.
It whispers in corners, it waits through it all,
A shadow that lingers, a thief in the night.
Apr 3
Apr 3, 2026 at 10:03 AM UTC
Karma is a wicked something.
Summoned a wrath, on a path, no desire to change.
My actions take chase, forget plans to escape, I quite like a good race.
Bad actor disgraced, your pain was embraced, the light refracted the stains on the back of the blade, I never even acted ashamed.
Not a foe or friend, just a prop on my stage.
Crushed all the fight, snuffed out that light, then redacted the grave.
Attraction deranged? I laugh in your face. Stalking like a bat in the blackest of caves. It's a joy not a task as I lap up every last bit of sordid action I crave.
Mmm satisfaction, but it only lasts for a day.
Ahaha, some fun for tomorrow, that's how I play.
My spirit is ***** that's what they say! But how can this be, when I clean up my soul through the task of my claim, in a bath of your shame?
Watch as my smile captures the day, a task for the sane, a distraction arranged.
Poor little someone, you've seen but a crack of this game and those interactions were tame
Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 6:42 PM UTC
You don't have to rub salt in my wounds
Say it to my face
Stand my feet on the ground
Leave my place without a trace
Move on, forget them
Condemn them, or be solemn
For they only gave me misery
Instead of love and mercy
I came back but ran away afterwards
Feeling scared, like the deer in the headlights
I see flashing signs, but it was what I thought it was
But isn't she lovely
Isn't she pretty
What does a pretty girl like you feel
Oh behind that pretty smile, hides the darkest secrets I was afraid to tell
Oh no one wants to know
But I'm too intrigued to show
Hey, I know, I thought it will only take me a while
I felt like I'm dying inside
Mask my pain, only anger remains
Leave thy past behind, they've been blind
But too foolish to mind
Mind games play thy minds
One wants to turn a blind eye, and a numb death
Makes me bleed, make them repent
Hollows are deadly, poison ivy
Aug 15, 2024
Aug 15, 2024 at 3:46 AM UTC
The world behind me
Where the rudes judge me
Makes me feel low
Even when I feel to glow
Maybe they don't know
that I'm my life hero
What they know is just their mere calculations
What I do is beyond their their imagination
So,
Don't provoke me,
I'm the rose filled with thorns
Sep 28, 2020
Sep 28, 2020 at 9:57 AM UTC
Did you hear what that old man was thinking?
Morphic resonance is the experimental name,
I think we are served by nodes on a net
not spread in the sight of any bird,
a chthonic net of stone,
girdling the globe in granite, crystalline granite,
take it for granted, these boulders are the witnesses,
the scars of catastrophe,
causing us to wonder
how came this to be? Think Yosemite, Ansel Adams POV
Think Matterhorn und Mt.Blanc,
Old Rockytop, and
Dos Cabezas and Long Valley Mountain, all that granite,
old as earth.
Listen.
Time is the idea we share at the moment,
Earth's is the life we share at the same time.
This is Spaceship Earth, looping Sol as Sol loops Sirius,
and there is no mothership,
no resupply.
This is the only earth, it has survived several civilized
monstrosities. As you know, some mortals can't
imagine not surviving with it, so
we words of earthbound muse,
let slip the bands of pride in time to see,
we are the music,
we make beauty behave as will believes, voluntarily,
it seems,
we choose beauty with little de
liberation, no need to
unlock ledgers and boxes of known safe knowns,
we imagine ourselves
defying the
de-ified con instituted authorities warning,
given us, they swear by the very vicars of the oil:
We warn you…
hell's the price, they swear, that we,
the people, pay for heresy,
dare not think those-
no, no, nor hear and see, or never imagine thinking
a selfish thought,
one you find curiously comforting, for you, your idea,
but
stop…
one heresy breeds another,
soon we shall have a collective
of individual minds agreeing at once,
as all see a particular arranging of colors, in a sunset's
single effortless existence as a thing
with mortal mindable beauty,
did you belive the sunset, or may you, if you wish?
__ unravel, and re ravel to save the thread,
it has lead through the maze before,
I have a witness who tests ifies.
Great unquarried granite, but that forms another story
upon precepts as yet
unglued, un-coagulated, ah, curdled, precepts cultural
curdle and clump together.
Biomes are adjusting the rethinking of pathos,
ethos shall follow,
as night follows day, just wait.
Patience is formed from memes more than experience,
you bet the old man was not lying.
Slow and steady, wins the grace. Take it easy. Fade away…
Sep 19, 2020
Sep 19, 2020 at 5:03 PM UTC
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(~for R.A.~)
pour la Canadienne
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The inside flat of
the upper left arm,
“the arm proper,”
a body part,
held in
low regard,
for it is not
easy visible,
shapely,
nor is it the arm of
Jerusalem cunning.^
Few realize
it alone,
the only skin
that can be
instantaneously
pressed direct
upon the
beating (dis)heartened
chest.
There,
upon it,
upon you,
I’ve inscribed in
richest blue India ink,
these words
tattooed,
ready for transfer,
im-pressing,
s k i n to s k i n,
an instant injection,
more powerful
than
Adrenaline:
You!
are
(not!)
alone.
Aug 16, 2020
Aug 16, 2020 at 4:35 AM UTC
The hungry Lion,
kneels down as it hunts its' prey,
cunning in its' ways.
Apr 21, 2019
Apr 21, 2019 at 2:11 AM UTC
A Snake in the grass,
is very sly and cunning,
and ready to bite.
Apr 18, 2019
Apr 18, 2019 at 7:41 PM UTC
Preening predator
Ambivalently proud
While other prey clamor,
Kaiser beast now sated
Yields to his jungle den.
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 1:59 AM UTC
Birds have their homes.
This bird made this world,
Its own home.
When other birds struggled
To make friends beyond their homes,
This bird made followers and comrades,
Transformed them
The perseverent leaders of a challenging mission
It put its foot on Argentina and
Set its victorious fight in Cuba.
Availed losses in Congo
Voiced and breathed every millisecond
Struggled recklessly for a mission,
Freedom, peace & prosperity of all its fellow birds
Beyond borders.
The most superior of the superior birds
With an infinite and complex strings of cunningness
Put an end to this bird in Bolivia.
At the end, the bird failed
Fell a prey for other selfish birds.
As a root that fell and
Buried itself in the soil with an infinite power.
To give hope and shelter,
To all those who come under it,
For the near future and coming generations
The bird died!
But its mission ignited the phoenix flames
In its bird comrades.
Got them to fight for
Every drop of Injustice, Imperialism and hatred
That came racing towards them
As an inescapable bullet
Their hearts raised in spirit
When every drop of its thought
Hit them more fierce than
The world’s most powerful atomic bomb.
The bird died.
But its ideals for the mission
Rekindled the fires in their heart.
Being born an ordinary bird,
Fighting for the most demanded & toughest mission,
Its thought and principles
Set new leaders to fight the unattainable mission
Now, looking the most possible
Within an attaining distance
The bird lived its life,
An ordinary and the most challenging one.
But transformed a phoenix,
When it left the world.
And created more of
Daring Phoenix warriors;
Attain a world filled with peace and happiness.
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 9:14 AM UTC
You're the most unco and clumsy person I know
It doesnt really matter how many times you label yourself as "ninja"
I miss how you would argue and try convince me that you're actually artful and cunning when it came to being a 'ninja'.
Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 5:43 PM UTC
Ode to you oh master
of cunning and disguise.
If I had only half of your years
I might be half as wise.
I did everything as ordered,
even stab them in their eyes.
And now as planned
I stand before you;
come to claim my prize.
The Prince of Darkness laughed out loud..."did you forget you silly fool I'm also king of Lies"
Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 4:51 PM UTC
you told me to take a new approach
and let the hawk tighten it's grip around my throat
we are leftover vultures
and you have stolen our might
asinine beliefs
drug induced apathy
my apartment's scattered with make believe
an old sign of cindered sorrow
you left this place with weakened scars
and inferno tears to inform me of tomorrow
you held in your apology
like you had a stake in your foolish astrology
seldom a fond guide
and instead a heartless wretch
you manifested illusive love
and pulled the strings to tear us apart
common love
hunted us
common love
came for us
Jul 19, 2017
Jul 19, 2017 at 3:19 PM UTC
I hope our paths never cross again,
Because I will come at you with all the force that I have,
You have ruined the one thing I hold dear,
And now its time we awake what's driven by fear,
I hope our paths never cross again,
For you have awaken a monster I spent decade laying to rest,
Now he is raging in me like an animal encaged,
Waiting for a chance to inflict pain upon revenge,
I hope our paths never cross again,
For I am now a man with few items to waste,
You took what was most valuable to me,
And so open doors to the devil that breathes,
Dec 26, 2016
Dec 26, 2016 at 1:11 AM UTC
She was the fighter, the rebel
Hidden behind cherry lips
Pale and slender, a voice that would make you surrender
With eyes like an eclipse
Carefully plotted schemes she carried,
Delicate steps she always took
Armed with an army of mischievous intentions
She played the good girl well, but she was undoubtedly a crook
Ask any man, he'll tell you so
She had a reputation like no other
If you'd met her, you'd surely wish you hadn't
They call her the Heart Hunter.
Nov 12, 2016
Nov 12, 2016 at 6:05 PM UTC
you weave a sickly web
I was just a little fly
you beckoned me in and wrapped me up
and left me there to die
i know that you are blind
and truly so was I
your sticky threads were glistening
but they were just a lie
my body perished, but I've been reborn
and now I see you clear
small predator, you'll scuttle
when I'm the one to fear
you've a spool and cunning mind
and patience lasting years
but I've got eyes, a sharper mind,
and no more time for tears
Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 1:38 PM UTC
smiling coyly, she said she was a victim of circumstance
Jul 1, 2016
Jul 1, 2016 at 8:59 PM UTC
Everybody is running
it is a race to the top
be careful with the cunning
and be ready for a flop
Because it is a race to the top
You'll be needing a strategy
either a friend or an enemy
that soon you will drop
because of jealousy
Some will pass you by
then stub you in the eye
Some will push you down
then will take your crown
Some will lend a hand
only to drop you and it's planned
The way to the summit
will never be facile
sure there are scummy
do not be fragile
That is the way to the top
Just play the game
clean and *****
it will never be fair
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 5:13 AM UTC
You trustworthy fox
You sly paradox
Cunning enough to commit thievery
Stealing something that I couldn't even see
I willingly gave it without consent
Through an act that I thought was pretend
You've gotten what was hidden so secure
You've stolen what I consider a great treasure
You've attained what has never been procured
You've taken it, now you're my cynosure
You crafty and honest vulpine
You've easily swiped what was mine
You've gained something which I was unaware of
You've captured my heart and obtained my love
Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 3:47 AM UTC
Crow was watching ......
......with his toothless grin .
Biding his time ......
...... he then stoops in .
He knows more than you may think ,
it all reeks of a ghastly stink .
No matter ! With your false truths ,
your lies betray you , So Uncouth !
So now ... When you are alone ,
be safe and wise ! Know the Unknown .
For crow is silent and cares not ,
Has his revenge already been Begot ?
Victims ! Aren't we all ?
Those Who rise sublimely ,
Only to find their fall .........
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 12:50 PM UTC
Different books,
Different chapters,
Different protagonists,
Same world,
Same cast,
Same rival;
Can you turn the odds?
Would that rival be friendly,
Or would it be brutal?
Make up your mind, quick;
It's cunning,
It's deceiving,
It's time.
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 11:40 AM UTC
Oh Daughter of mine hear my plea,
Surpass our challenge through beauty.
Use the mind to be the game's mistress,
Heart be bothered not of any distress.
Acquire grace, charm and wiles to catch,
A certain man of power is truly your match.
If he be made of steel melt it with kiss,
If born out of war then grant him peace.
Gentle as feather strong as diamond,
Bring him to his knees with every summon.
Bestow him joy and fresh breath of life,
And ease his encumbrance and strife.
Receive the gifts of different pleasures,
Which he brings in his cove of treasure.
Swallow your embarrassment and pride,
In this life we must sail with the tide.
Heed not to Aphrodite's words of passion,
Be guarded from the love arrow's invasion.
Color red for victory but grounded by black,
Loneliness is payment yet your smile is intact.
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 6:08 AM UTC
My sweet, sweet girl, how lovely
Once eager and full of life
What cracked the walls around you
And stole your inner light?
Please sweet girl! Please tell me!
What methods this monster used
How he consumed a soul so bright
So that I may do so too
Details! My girl, more details!
Tell me more of this cunning beast
Tell me how it was he lured you in
Tell me how he laid his feast
Listen poor girl, just listen!
Wipe away your tears of woe
Tell the world of all my cunning
And perhaps I'll let you go...
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 11:14 AM UTC
- It's a skill that one must practice
A tool to wield with grace
It's a path paved for the cunning
Hidden by a pretty face
- You must learn to keep it simple
Don't add threads to growing web Don't pile on more fabrications
But add truth with it instead
- You must learn the ways of patience
Step back and let it build
Whisper words of sweet seduction
Until agenda is fulfilled
- See, ways of manipulation
Are obscure and gently made
Yet once you start you must dance on
In a lifelong masquerade
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 1:19 PM UTC