This new collection of poetry and prose by author MJR offers raw and honest insight into the poets 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 Cant Hear What Youre Saying seeks not only to invoke emotional responses like laughter and tears, but also provoke introspection, that we may find our own patha 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