Treasure Island

Dorothy Kardas, Psy.D. Th.D.


Fatal Virus


The ill of self-will
raised by perverse worms
reaching top of high hill
untrembling for burning,
revealing rays of the Sun...
The Sun that betrays
minute malefaction
self-will and pious duty
have no natural kingship,
no congenial attraction!

look on death of self-will

Willfulness annihilates benefaction
digs grave in lethal distraction
void of breastplate of charity
mantling of fortitude, saving Grace
self-indulgently opted for suicidal pace

look on death of self-will

Self-will takes life of charity
barring portal to insight of self
and royal gateway into land
of remedial humility...
for vitality of modesty
is unallied with scandalous,
diseased dishonesty

disjoin hands with perversity

Golden lowliness
remains deep-rooted
in befitting ken of self...
guiding to ravishing orderliness
sublimity of highly colored holiness...

a rotten stock
dares - the Sun of Justice -
to mock!

Devoid of
regality of charity
right arm of humility
iron grip of self
saving quality...
Another self-destructive
sinister shell
in infernal regions
willfully fell...

Submitted: Friday, November 29, 2013
Edited: Saturday, November 30, 2013

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