M.j.r. M.j.r.

I Can't Hear What You're Saying . . .: Poetry, Shorts, and Shenanigans M.j.r. M.j.r.

This new collection of poetry and prose by author MJR offers raw and honest insight into the poet's thoughts. In a no-holds-barred journey that ranges from the serious and solemn to the unexpected and provocative, the poet exposes personal feelings and emotions through life experiences. From the melancholy "Sorrow" to the introspective "Weep Not, For Me" the pieces in this collection capture the emotions of each unique situation. I Can't Hear What You're Saying seeks not only to invoke emotional responses like laughter and tears, but also provoke introspection, that we may find our own path-a personal adventure of selfdiscovery. Evil Evil is the entity which takes Without compunction, compassion, nor end Rarely gives, unless strategically; for their image Unconscious of the damage left in its wake; or uncaring Caveat emptor, business is business What about me? self-centered in its thoughts It walks through life, a cancer, living upon others Devouring what it wants, what it needs, what it takes Even when still in use, not theirs, not dead A mollusk, leaching, draining life from others Until they are just too tired to fight, give up Devoured alive by the relentless selfishness To take, take, take, resources, energy, love Pervert it, alter its state Forever damaging the former host beyond recognition Until it ceases to exist, is no more Before moving to the next Evil takes