Compulsive-Aggressive Behaviour - Poem by ArmourQuill Hunter
In cases non-violence militancy requires more militancy than rage.
What wicked webs these weave, dodging truth for another page.
For the love of truth and prosterity, here are their traits:
Of course, anything not of love is of Fear’s digest of late.
Lets see, there’s “fear of dependency” dressed in diverse ways.
How about “fear of intimacy” appearing the opposite, nowadays.
Of course, this type does always choose a wounded pigeon-mate.
Fearing competition, they gain trust of their mate to brutally isolate.
Envy/Admiration pivots to and fro, an obstructionist they’ll become.
Shame hides the deed; they feel justified fostering chaos for the run.
Comparisons are their game, yet “to the pure all things are pure…”
It takes one to know one, unless you’ve learned from one, for sure.
Who can break a mind set without understanding one's inner dialogue?
Some are overwhelmed with feelings of being victimized, like in-a-fog.
Defence of excuses and lies project a counterfeit non-productive wall.
Procrastination detours the path of possibility, familiar after-all.
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