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.
