muted scream

Thistle-internet image

It greets you gently,

holds your hand and doesn’t let go,

until you give it a tug,

or break it’s stare

evil is cool and listens to jasmine sullivan

on the days when evil feels great,

it goes about it’s business

with a smile on it’s face

evil is resolved

it pats your back while whispering in your ear

“do it, you have nothing to lose”

evil is warm and kind-hearted,

you’ll never suspect

when it’s on a quest

evil has an open face,

it is easy to trust

and “impossible to miss”

if you don’t recognise evil

when it knocks on your door,

and should you go ahead to invite evil indoors,

it will choose

the most comfortable spot

and sit still,

sit still, sit deep-wait

evil loves a good time ,

it will applaud when it recognises

a showman’s gimmick

it is free and frank

it won’t keep a secret

but will “tell it as it is”

evil’s problem;

evil has no feeling,

for either right or wrong

it must be confronted with truth


it’ll play with our minds,

harp on our heart strings

evoke the child in us

grinning, bouncy, intimate evil

winsome, nefarious, twinkle-eyed pixie

languorous, lingering, abominable


a purveyor of dreams

beleiver in non

it will get you high

and won’t let you down easy

it will disappear into thin air

‘where’s he, which way did it go’

evil behind the door

in front of the mirror,

examining himself

palpitating, breathing, panting evil

adjusting it’s mask,

evil now at ease;

evil at the beach

stealthy, creepy, sinister evil

up and on the move

slithering toward the saint,

evil instant

evil most definitely in love,

cold, efficient, psychical evil

evil potent, distilled and pure

primal, old, cunning evil

‘home from the sea evil’

pour out a drink,

we will celebrate the return,

ev’en as dusk draws close,

but still time must allow

the return of the savage brethren


“i am not happy neither ami sad”

Donald Duck-internet image

Those of you with short tempers beware, as i have discovered that as we head into the holiday season, people are commiting all sorts of atrocities the most enraging being the improper, trifling use of certain words. I think nowadays the term ‘class’ is bandied about too much. You hear of ‘classy restaurants’, ‘classy neighborhoods’, ‘classy jeans’ etc. It’s alright to live how you want, but that’s too much class-i can’t take it! But really, what does it mean for somebody to say that they have class or why is it important for one to have class? You’ll have to answer that yourselves, i’ve done my part and registered my disapproval, but class dictates that we consider the use of the term only where it applies; strictly and in reference to it’s implied sense of place. Quick example:

“ooh i think that was classy of him to apologise”.

You’ll hear this on tv sometimes. The use of the term in this context cheapens the noun. Why should it be considered classy for a man in the wrong to apologise? I want to say that you could replace the term with ‘decent’ and not lose any meaning. I suppose it’s decent for a man to conduct himself like a gentleman in the first place, so as to avoid the embarrassing act of having to issue an apology later on. ‘Gentleman’ in this case should not be construed to mean ‘high-born’ or ‘blue-blooded’; i would take it to mean one who is cultured or who exhibits characteristics of good upbringing and of a calm demeanor, although it has also been my observation that some gentlemen exhibit an animated manner sometimes but i am discussing matters of class here. Alright, let’s continue. I am going to give it to you all, all of it now, they’s not a story for another day. Early into the 21st century but late in the year, the class thing has acquired lots of connotations and people are beginning to confuse it’s meaning with other things. This is impropriety and should not be allowed to continue. So my point is that class is inborn, it’s a ‘state of grace’, an innate characteristic of some people-you are born with it, either you have it or you don’t. Here i am reminded of a poem about charm that i read a long, long time ago and it reads in part;

“…it’s a kind of bloom on a woman,

when you have it..

when you don’t,

it doesn’t much matter what else you got…”

That’s it folks. I hope this piece allows for some reflection on other words we use in our daily lives. I will be back with more, have a good day.