evil opportunists


I might just be paranoid but I feel like that’s what they’d have me believe. I feel like some people I know are schemers. They are one way but they have a secret agenda. I don’t care about what that agenda is, I just like to know how people are up front. They like to keep things secret. I mean its more than obvious that it isn’t a secret if I know about it but it is simply a matter of opportunism.

Don’t Call Me A Sinner


This poem is dedicated to a persian poet by the name of Rumi. A poem I read from a new edition of a collection of his poetry called The Essential Rumi by Coleman Barks inspired this poem.

Everybody talks shit,

I’m a shit talker too,

When I see a fool do,

What I never would!

 

Better believe I’ll spew,

The scrutiny I should,

Will it be understood,

I’m no greater than you?

 

Must be funny when,

After a second or two,

You will come to find,

I’ve committed that crime,

 

But don’t call me a sinner,

You sin all the time!

Go waste your breath,

While I taste my wine.