If you steal my words
You are my clone
I own you
Not that I want you
Sad faded little duplicate
Of a fake human
You
Who
cannot find his/her own connection to the stream
Of life
Of source
Because you’re
too small of course
For God to whisper in your ear
As he does mine
If you steal my words
I will curse you to writers hell
You will never do well
You will live out your life as a duplicate
A creased piece of blue carbon floating on the wind
Never fitting in
Nor finding your tribe
But skulking round the outskirts
Like a beggars bribe
A photocopied bum
Your heart will beat
like a quickening drum
Sounding a death knell warning
Because
If you steal my words
Hell will come calling
And your mind will be swallowed by demons
You won’t sleep at night
No inspiration will find you
Ever
Nor angels come to battle for you
Your deathbed will be lonely
And your grave unmarked
For who finds a fraud
Remarkable?
You will die of a cankerous cancer of the soul
Every stolen word
Erupting in a fresh hole
That drags you deeper and deeper into that antiwriters hell
Where all the words
You ever stole
Rise up and curse you
Over and over and over
Don’t f#* with me
My words are sacred
They belong to me
In my poetry
Just as I make it
Not you
Never you
My words are the birds
And they fly back to my side
And tell me your filthy secret
So
Touch but one sentence
That is not yours
And out of my words
This curse pours
For
I will bring all this and more
And all the garlic in the world
Won’t keep my smoke from your door
It will come creeping beneath
Bearing
Swearing
Incantations deep
And troubling to a coward
Who are you?
Will echo back from every mirror
Loser
Loser
Loser
So tie your own rope
And hang it from the beam
For if you steal another’s words
All the follows, likes and social media streams
Will be meaningless
And all your counterfeit dreams
Will turn to salt
In the sugar jar
For all that you are
Is a weak excuse for a human being
The plagiarist
That’s
all
you
are
Now get off my blog and take yourself far
Far
Far
Away from me
Phew rant done! But I’m deadly serious – I read the sad story on another blog about stolen words copy and paste! It made my blood run cold then hot but I do believe that cheats never prosper and you can always tell the difference between fake and real by the way it makes you feel.
Header image: Bunbury wall mural – I love street art – this one was taken last year on a trip to WA.
Remind me to never steal your words. “Hell hath no fury……… I forget who said that.
Bahaha – think I’m over that small concern now Len – read the next post I hope it rebalances the direction that I want my blog to go and reintroduces flow 😊thanks for reading the rant – but it’s just something to get fear off my chest and it worked 😁👌
It’s such a shame that people are so lazy that they can’t just come up with their own form of creativity. Be it words or art. At least have the decency to credit the original author or artist.
I know – I really felt for the other blogger and then another commented that she had the same thing happen to her and on and on it went. Made me think do we just stop sharing? But that’s not the answer either.
If we did, there’d be a lot fewer people out there writing and sharing their words. It is unfortunately something that’s bound to happen at some point, but we can’t let it tear us down.
Oh exactly some of the more painful periods in my life are when I wrote so beautifully – perhaps its the balancing piece that the Universe hands us. Or maybe angels walk a little closer when we are suffering – who knows? Writing is capable of great transmutation – turn that crap into gold.
You are exactly right about that. I’ve found some of my hardest times were met with some heartbreaking and some hopeful pieces that even now, I look back to with fondness. Despite the painful etymology of some of those snippets in time, they are still part of life. That’s one of the reasons why I hope more people would turn to a creative outlet when they need it. It might just save their life in the process. 😊
Saved mine a time or too. Melancholy is underrated 😊
Indeed. As long as it doesn’t become consuming.