To Live and Die by the Sword

... is about accountability.

To Live and Die by the Sword

We live in an age of virtue as ephemeral as pillow talk. Reduced to words no more concrete than spectres that vanish...

... in the face of real life that demands real virtue from real flesh and blood.

In breezy contempt, we reject the honor vaunted by swordbearers who lived and died by their allegiance to soulful faith...

... for the dishonor of faithlessness paid in bloated paydays for do nothings and bonuses of salt for pillow talkers.

Alac! Money can't buy integrity and honesty!

But money buys titles that pretend to both. Facile repudiation of the truth...

... of titlebearers beholden to credos of wormtongues.

Allergic to sacrifice and suffering anemia of nobility...

... wormtongues serve only themselves, advance only themselves, preserve only themselves vis a vis time honored masques of ingratiation and flattery and distortion and deceit.

So timorously we believe we are worthy...

... while in our ear the nothings of do nothings whisper nothing.

So guilefully we believe the lie of make believe...

... while by our side stand titlebearers who testify to honesty and integrity as authentic as charlatans of professionalism, nay convenient victims.

As if titlebearers are swordbearers...

... by self importance.

As if wormtongues are virtuous...

... by self absorption.

Alac! We live in an age of fools!

Flocking to the deceiver, the distorter, the flatterer, the ingratiator...

... prostrating for the dishonor of faithlessness impersonating life and death by the sword... the guileful, the timorous, the we we we.

Nota Benedicta

If one more charlatan of professionalism, nay convenient victim...

... defends uterus and not me... justifies melanin and not me... legitimizes make believe and not the truth... to immure not me... into prisons of sexism, coffins of racism, caves of faithlessness... out of fear, out of greed... 

... there. is. not. joyous. Thundersnow. pure. Aeternitas. that. is. the. whole. of. rage. of. me. of. fate that sees. what lives. what dies. what deserves jus. so help me. myself. sum ergo jus.

M

Addendum

Oh! Retaliation! Arsenal of dishonor!

How transparant the charlatan, the wormtongue

     to live and die by such sword

     whet on collusion.

Oh! Disgrace!

Pity the soul unfound

     for whom disrepute and prostitution

     are intentions that lie.

M