Hexagons Of Heresies Poem by John Sensele

Love is supposed to be sublime
Nourishing hearts which climb
Mountains of devotion on time.

Hatred shreds vestiges of closeness
Propelling slices and vices of madness
Percolating and scintillating sighs of sadness.

Envy evaporates cores of hope
Denigrating and infiltrating the slope
Where deprived of common sense lunatics no longer cope.

Jealousy jinxes jives of joy
Gesticulating and simulating the toy
That for want of wisdom claim to be coy.

Insanity informs innuendoes
Couched in joy killers at doors
Whose hinges unhinge horrors of fatality floors.

Failure fabricates fantasies
Dramatizing and sanitizing heresies
Hobnobbing with femmes fatales drunk on fallacies.

Mindless midgets mint masochism
In crucibles cultivating cabalism
When demons and dragons favour and savour sadism.