The Fury of stupidity

Lived to condone the fury of stupidity,
steering down the barrel of coming death
grinning foolishly to this demise

Spoken words that lends no comfort
intending to steer the rudder of the lost on stream
instead paving the runway towards a fast and slippery hill

Unimagined actions manifest
proceeding the calm of tongues!
what a way to go...
further down...

Never did we care?
inside we did, we made us what we are!
Lonely in the arms of the other,
even distant in the lips embrace

But for a time, this sonnet plays on
the melody once sweeter, dies down in tempo and tune
strings go missing...chords peer off

This love!...this music that has been undone
fuels the mystifying fire of lust
burns the unconsumed flesh
chars the blackest of skin...

i wish the ashes of this fire...
the charcoal of this fury to paint you the brightest day
Monotone! to resemble life itself...
Light and dark...black and white...Good and evil

To fester repulsive forces
to disintegrate perceptions and false promises
to remain steadfast according to the cosmos

To never have to look life in the face
and be sentenced to death eternal
to escape the fury of stupidity