Poem -

They Have No Faces

My curses illuminate the paths of the branded 
Like fireflies that carry the plague 
A compound eye 
Of an irrevocable lie 
Bathes us in multitudinous glimmers 
Shimmers of mendacity 
That charm in their intensity, ensnaring all who clutch at the mirage of faith 

Eyes full of promise 
Mouth full of malice 
And a mind divided like a gemini twin 
Singing discordant hymns that glorify and sanctify 
The unholy thoughts within 

We are slaves to ourselves 
And our cliched sorrows, strewn across the boardrooms of white-collar misery 

I am the product of a circular descent 
Into a substantial void of conscience and dissent 

All hate takes shape in the form of a debilitated humanoid figure 

A subversive reflection 
That lays all perception of worth 

To waste.

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Tony Taylor

This is FANTASTIC Jaime!!.........it is truly a pleasure to see a poet wield words in such a spectacularly.......well conceived fashion...........your original rhyme scheme and lovely use of vocabulary is VERY compelling..........had to read this twice.........and I read it aloud to two friends here..........it moves with wings of inspiration my friend...........well done!!......    8*s    FAV       ............Love and Rockets!!........T xo

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Jaime Ribeiro

Guys, I am overwhelmed by such kind words and positive response to all my boundless negativity. Lol, forgive me, I am a cynic. But before all the gods, I tell you that your words here mean a great deal to me, and to know that something I write could have any measure of profound effect on my readers, means more to me than you could ever fathom. Thank you once again, friends. Stay rad. :)

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