Doubly Evil

I think about tropes all the time and other such things that can be repetitively occurrent in unrelated areas. The manner and form in which these present themselves is more important than tropes themselves to me.

A brief look into my reasoning is in order. I am not among people who decry the use or over-use of tropes in any given medium. Some even go as far as stating what tropes need to die giving subjective reasons like being outdated or being discriminatory or being offensive. I had the same mind myself recovering tales and I would have wide reaching shock and awe in my stories just for that reason but it was never true or resonant with my past, present and possible future self so I became of the mind that one has to work with what they have in any given situation.

The trope i am referring to in very uncertain terms in which an evil character is introduced who has both an absolute and a qualified agenda. Qualified agendas include revenge,retribution and justice where the target is specific and illusive, absolute agendas include wanting to destroy the world or a country where the collateral damage is not an obstacle but a necessary result of dealings. The idea that a person is aware completely of the full ramifications of an absolute vendetta is beyond my understanding, most people do not understand what a million pounds is without relating it to another thing that has smaller countable units. It is a stretch to think that they would understand what it means to destroy a city fully and be okay with it. Nevertheless, qualified agendas are easy to understand or distantly empathise with as a result of the range of destruction being somewhat contained.

A wise person once said about superheroes that seem to be timeless that the stories are about relatable people in fantastical scenarios. I think that is the truth in other forms of writing, it is harder to believe that someone would want to destroy a country than to avenge a loved one’s death. The truth is that things as large as conquests and genocides can be in retrospect and in experience, they have been built off the back of simpler things than holding the whole world responsible for the evil wrought upon one’s life. The Sokoto Jihad may have taken place if Uthman DanFodio was allowed to preach in the city and two movies worth of people may not have died if kidnappers let Liam Neeson’s daughter go.

In essence, I am saying that evil is a hard sell on its own merits but simple things are easy to latch onto and the explanation for the full evil could be a result of the original evil wrought by the doers of wrong.

Stale

I connect when I’m supposed to
It keeps failing all of it
I find time to do what I wanted too
It needs time and a lot of it

I think I may be feeling things
It’s wrong most every time
I find myself believing scenes
It fights with my logic rhyme

I like a female at least I think I do
It’s not a thing I see in my future
No long term I may leave in 10 months still have no clue
But she’s a friend to me and I think it’s mutual

She knows people I know but way longer
I’m the least likely on the line up
Also I can’t be involved with a colleague it’s not proper
I can’t take risks with no surety so ill just shut up

Craving

She wore a knife atop her wrist

Broken hearts as me she kissed

Many a moment passed and here we were at last

My heads were by my side so stunned, aghast

 

She had her hands under my chin

Beating hearts as me she killed

No hidden body and my eyes open wide

I’d died with a kiss and a boner i couldn’t hide

 

What love was lost when none was had?

My body lifeless, bloated on the ground

I wish I never went to that stupid place

But He said I might never again get this grace

 

I dreamed what I didn’t know you shared

Every night of my lover running scared

I was scared I would lose you by saying something stupid

The only other who broke more hearts was cupid

May Never

May change my perspective to have a positive outlook

I haven’t tried it yet so it feels dirty

Like I listen and i talk but won’t write in my book

It seems hard to say yes so maybe

 

I tried the cold turkey changes became even more of an addict

I tried the not do anything but I still remained unhappy

What dreams I had, what tears I shed

All less than glimmers in my head

 

Why did all of them die young, precious

And death so horrible

Why did none of them with a smile like they were gracious

For the life they’d led and what was possible

 

Possibility seems a privilege the living get to waste

While the dead have no life left to taste

Of all the peace and hope and living we do

They don’t get a may never, they never do