Strangle heart by inconceivable worded massacre,    

all effort to tear down what isn't understood between eyes blurred....

such respect to not spurt,

never mind if any shall sting and hurt –

Blind side meaningful love for what you foolishly, mouthy blurt,

redirect silent blame for neglected within own scripted slurs;

There's no air to fuse that poison stung arrow,

spill hatred toward the wind to blow,

I'm one to hardly bow –

Grudges stay sharpen as the day they began to grow,

focusing for the righteous time to show....

Don't mind them simmering slow,

always have heavy stones to throw.