#misguided
I have a friend, he doesn’t speak,
He hides and frowns so often,
So I decided to raise him
He seemed happy, learning the sword
I would wield the bloodstained blade,
He would flinch, but he needed to learn,
When we trained, my world was in an eternal spring,
The morning light amplifying my radiant smile,
Yet for all my efforts, he still seemed shy,
He must worry to hurt others,
A natural feeling, once taught by me,
Now winter arrives, and he asks for more-
To confide me in me,
Though I can’t seem to care,
My urge seeks some place elsewhere,
In search of another student.
Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 7:32 PM UTC
An aching song
replaces the windful soul
of branches clanking on
to rhythms growing old-
-
the residue
of explosive tunes
drowns out the view
of old- now new.
-
there’s so much red in the sunset
so much red in the onset
so much red in the eyelids
so many tears still falling,
there’s not much green in the audience,
much more green in faucet
hidden green in the closet
too many tears still falling.
-
white hills with wheels
made of steel and fear
look to **** and steal
while the white hills men cheer.
-
gold dripping water
from self righteous fathers
get stored far from the thirsty
so they can gain and barter.
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there’s no way to heal everyone
unless we become many ones,
reaching out to hold the youth
from plummeting into a deadly sun.
there aren’t many ones,
yet far too many anyones-
ghosts too selfish to lift a finger
or gain souls to breathe a helpful song.
-
when will good will
and will power will
something more than death
over every hill?
when will good will
and will power will
something innocent
instead of thrilling kills?
when will good will
and will power will
something truly good
to be a hearty fill?
when will good will
and will power’s will
be enough to keep us pure
enough to love still?
Jul 7, 2025
Jul 7, 2025 at 7:43 PM UTC
You are on a very long list
of those who can’t though
they persist.
Learn the lesson of Achilles
heel: there's something that doesn't want you here.
You hold tightly the images
of misguided faith, role
models and illusory joy.
But graven images topple
as slow as dry rot and
Pandora quietly fills your
box of toys.
Your house is projected
and frozen in time.
Twenty layers of
wallpaper are peeling
your mind.
Rooms untouched like
100-year-old Mason
jar preserves. You can't
eat fruit kept for so many
years.
Your choice of worlds
kept the patterns; no
new beginnings mean
the same old ends.
You may not break all
the rules, but you sure
make them bend.
Grace seemed to touch
you as you walked a
mile or two seemingly
content. But no matter
how amazing the grace
was, you can't be where
you never went.
As long as scapegoats
hang on crosses all along
this highway like rows of
pigs hanging bloodless at
the slaughterhouse, and
as long as Western
religious pop culture icons
and other social images
replace what is real, the roadblocks and washouts
will continue to keep you
there. Achilles protected everything but his heel.
Jun 26, 2025
Jun 26, 2025 at 8:57 PM UTC
Misguided steps, manipulated, broken,
Fragments of a life, tokens,
Memories, dark, awoken,
Provoking ramblings, choking,
Left for dead, moping,
Listless, out of time.
Jan 8, 2025
Jan 8, 2025 at 4:35 PM UTC
Cast your ballot for your party's running mates
Strange bedfellows in Roman
**** compromising positions
Straining to see what once was
Their original clear-cut goal
(Even the hot sands of the
Sahara becomes cold at night).
Tarred and feathered goes the ideals
Run out of town on a rail of policy.
Politics of law
Politics of religion
Politics on every level
No real friend’s only polite interests.
Party politics in the bedroom
Workplace
And church
Spinning ethics and morals
To be fit for desiccation
By whatever spider desires
To make their web in
Palace royal
Church pious
Courtroom solemn
Family room secure
Where only a sort of twisted gestalt
Applies and the lesser of two evils is
Often greater than the sum of the
Two--the package being more
Important than the contents.
All that
Is important is the law of the jungle.
Tone-up poser muscles
Groom rhetorical fur
Sharpen intimidation fangs
Demagogic rule being the rule of thumb
Firmly planted where the sun never
Shines because truth is exposed
Only in the light. Plans made in the
Nether regions of base instincts
Where the true nature
Of we humans reluctantly steps
Out of its ancient cage nightly to
Prowl only to return by morning to
Have pure and honourable melodies
Sooth the savage breast.
Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 12:33 PM UTC
Assertion
Clammed-up
On the relay
Second guessing
The shrunken head
Of old therapies
The clock says
It's time
To nod off
Greet the morn
With withered fist
Rationalised fury
Trying to
Replace the
Pimply face
Of ******
Angst baseless in
Content
On the tether
Of just another
Addiction in a
Succession
Of spiritual
Vices perpetuated
By the nonchalant
Visage of a world
Uncaring
In derision
From calloused hands
Caused by
Hard work
With little or no
Monetary avail
Hand to mouth
Foot in mouth
Hand on crotch
Crotch saddle sore
What's the point
Of a worn-down point
Dull but
Double-edged
Just to prove
The sword of Damocles
Is still hanging
Over the head
Of your enemies
Who pop
Their heads
Up over
The hedgerows
Like pictures
In a shooting gallery
At the carnival of
A battlefield distant
Filled with relics
Of another
Dead-end
Ill-purposed war
Of the worlds floating
On the crest of
Mine-dotted airwaves
Prompting viewers
To drown negativity
And to salvage
The positive
A broadcast from
Bipolar formats
In living colour
Double-edged
Double-standards
Double-dealing
Double-meaning
Double-minded
Double-jeopardy
Double-trouble
Double your money
Doppelganger leading
Double life
All propagated in
Double-time
Best
Double your efforts
And tune out!
Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 1:42 PM UTC
~
*Dressed for purgatory
But early to the party
So many bodies in the house next door
A living dance upon dead minds
A grocery store sunset
Thru the windshield of an SUV
Gets you distorted colors in
Gasoline rainbows
From those precise lines
Of the turning lane
Love ends at a traffic light
We do this to ourselves
All in the pursuit of happiness
Church of questionable things
Descending like vultures
Where idols once stood
For individual suffering
A pageantry of jackals
Quiet like sirens
Picking at parts of bad contestants
Playing a game called 'poisoned trees'
Fallen soldiers in strange negotiations
With meantime brides
Riding on the train of irresponsibility
For no apparent reason
We do this to ourselves
All in the pursuit of happiness*
~
Feb 19, 2024
Feb 19, 2024 at 4:10 PM UTC
I see you don't like me
My cordial mild mannered disposition failed
I didn't mean to stand out
It's not that I'm different
Honest
Just highly antisocial....
Yet your giving me a hard time anyway
How it must feel to have me in a bind
Well it's nothing new
Another Cross to bear
Anyway soon we might part ways
No it's not you ,
it's me I guess...
Jan 25, 2022
Jan 25, 2022 at 1:07 PM UTC
I know someone who thinks he's enlightened,
while other people are still quite frightened.
He knows for sure that Corona is a lie,
just as much as pigs can't fly.
No point discussing things with him,
for he considers everything I say as dim.
Don't watch the news, he says, it's all fake,
the truth is, that your freedom is at stake.
Certain media channels tell you for a fact
that the richest people have formed a pact.
With subtle methods they keep you at bay,
and aim to shape you like a piece of clay.
Think about the real reason for vaccination,
it's enough to give you fear and trepidation.
Aren't you a little grim and negative, I say,
isn't it even paranoid to think that way?
He smugly looks at me 'cos he thinks he's right,
and pities me as I won't put up a fight.
I suppose belief is bliss no matter how misguided
or how badly informed one views things lopsided.
Perhaps he's survived by learning how to swim,
but where would we be, if we all thought like him.
Jul 5, 2021
Jul 5, 2021 at 3:36 AM UTC
Love can strike at any time.
I'm afraid it might.
What do I do if I'm already in love?
It must be quite a plight.
Pull yourself together
and think of what you've got.
Lightning never strikes twice, my man,
or have you lost the plot?
Jul 15, 2021
Jul 15, 2021 at 5:32 AM UTC
It was misguided attachment as you were broken and I was shattered.
We brought our shambles together and crafted what would have been forever.
Yet I awaken to a reality more fickle than fragments my memory can bare.
Mar 10, 2021
Mar 10, 2021 at 4:29 PM UTC
caustic famine
eyes poised to attack
two sides of the brain divided
like strangers on a phone
your grin sadistic
yet somehow inviting
bitterness holds court
in the beauty of your hunger
mirror speaks in riddles
no love survives
Mar 3, 2021
Mar 3, 2021 at 10:19 AM UTC
The room is cold
Lit only by the moon
I am curled up on my knees
Agonizing over old wounds
I want to scream
I want to let out a cry
But my voice is so tired
And my tear ducts have run dry
How did my life end up this way
Why did fate pull out the rug
Just to watch me slip and fall?
Was there any thought before it tugged?
Sadness turned to bitter hatred
For whatever calls the shots
It seems fate is against me
Whatever I do, it schemes and plots
That's how I felt ‘til today
When everything suddenly clicked
That there's no force to aim hatred at
There's no one to convict
There's nothing going against me
No puppet master pulling the strings
Just the unstoppable movement forward
And the inevitable losses it brings.
I was misguided..
I'm sorry for all the bitterness I've held for you..
For something that never felt any way about me..
Just a thoughtless process bound by natural law.
Feb 14, 2021
Feb 14, 2021 at 8:11 PM UTC
Part I
The night, no moon in the sky
The wind, full force as to fly
The cold, as to numb the blood
The trees, shadows the vision flood
The night, dark blue in the water
The wind, of rose is the howled attar
The cold, close to freezing the lake
The trees, static dormant to a shake
The night, solitary is the dark
The wind, momentary is its mark
The cold, nearly settled is the doubt
The trees, silent is their spout
The night, the wind, the cold, the trees
A Swan glides with an asynchronous thread
Feathers in the umbra, the heart partly dead
He has lost his dearest, his alluring arch
Spring isn't coming, no September or March
Once there was another swan
To make the lake shimmer with dawn
Their courtship was the core of the pond
A rare gem of opal coloured their bond
Unlike gems, though, be crushed love can
And it was time's deed right there and then
She now is in a new safe haven
And left was him with an egg of a raven
In the midst of this midnight dreary
The Swan was forlorn and weary
But the clouds of metal became of cotton
The grey marsh sudden, was brief forgotten
A shred of light, two lions glowed
Their manes of fire their passion showed
"What a scene" the Swan had thought
"That's the fervor my heart had sought
Forever bound by a curse of ice
I am void and there's no price
To unlock me from the eternal dream
And let me find my lion gleam"
Still, the sky is yet so white
And the past gloom cannot him fright
At his right the Swan stare
Intrigued by the unceasing flare
A piglet and a spider, what a scene
Why are they ringed by a sheen?
In the night, they play like friends
Fight, discuss and make amends
A web of favours and support
Parades of gratitude are never short
"Oh, is it fondness what I am lacking?
Is this why I am ever cracking?"
Now the display is certainly over
And the Swan hopes to find his clover
No more than ever he is so keen
To live anew and be serene
The night enjoys the happy mood
And let the moon stop its brood
The clouds, at once, no more than mist
An ethereal cast, will this be a tryst?
The moon glitz on a past reflection
A female black swan of mystic complexion
An owl hoots afar and is dismissed
As the hero sings after being kissed:
"Where have you been, my dove?
Why did you leave, my love?
I was so lost in here
Without your voice to hear
Without you to kiss me
Without you to bliss me
I was just a shadow
Missing the rain and the rainbow
But now I can see life
And each thing is so rife
I will give you my heart
So we won't fall apart"
Part II
Night, the moon is sublime
Wind, tame like no other time
Cold, feeble against heart's motion
Trees, mere pawns in this ocean
Yet silence cannot much contain
The disturbing growls of owl disdain
It thrives with strength, to fill the lake
To **** the love and pleasure take
The Swan, still, has just eyes... no ears
So to halt death from ousting his tears
Joy runs his body with iron vigor
His love denies dearth of such rigor
The courtship swims with celestial sync
In an opal ballet of black and white ink
Lastly, his arch the Swan can complete
With a dubious promise of endless heat:
"Our past is antiquity and shall be erased
The future, fertile, a wish to be chased
Let us embrace and with nature be one
Me and you, the rest will be none.
Though, I will only expect your happy devotion
No fear, no sadness, no other emotion
You are my minion, and mine in exclusive
Is this what you craved in your hope elusive?"
The Swan is soon hesitant of the deal
His novel grasp masks her appeal:
"Your words of ice burn down my feathers
Your crooked intentions prevent us together
I was foolish in you to trust my belief
Your offer won't stop my desert, my grief
Love can't ever be monochromatic
Yes, there are moments one's ecstatic
But endless joy is not the way
It will prevent freedom and will me betray
The value of love is shallow without anguish of partition
The bones of love are brittle without a conflict's remission"
The eyes of the black swan fumes in red
The clouds, the moonlight they shred
A tempest thunders over the misty lake
Out of the haze, the bird is now a snake:
"Your faith is missplaced in a callow profile
Your passt came closse to you beguile
You think your luck in love issn't departed
But you are full of sself-pity, fainthearted
Honesst love iss the piercer of my power
And IF you find it, I will to you cower
Yet you have nothing; you're dessperate for ssomeone
Had welcomed the deal, you wouldn't be undone"
The water spreads cold with every heartbeat
The quick rime sings Swan's defeat
The snake reveals its fangs of ink dark
And bites the Swan, a sanguine red mark
All seems lost to this tragic hero
A heart's betrayal in the absolute zero
Until a hoot echoes through the trees
And the bird finally the owl sees
With claws of steel, the snake it slashes
In response, lightning flashes
It breaks the ice and the reptile sears
The Swan is now saved, but not from his fears
A boy wakes up in a nice little room
With a painting of the lake and a flower in bloom
A bee buzzes around about the place
And in the White Rose, lends with grace
Both make a sound akin to a chatter
They seem happy with their talking matter
The angered boy, annoyed by the insect,
Into the painting, the bee he projects
With a new aspect thrown away
He burns down reality's display
And when a dove finds its way out
The man its wings brake and his out route
Jan 14, 2021
Jan 14, 2021 at 10:49 AM UTC
I didn’t mean to be so harsh
to turn my own tongue into a silver blade,
each word spewing from my mouth coated in blood,
but now I am choking on the metallic taste
I didn’t mean to be so cruel,
to break my bones over and over again
reopening old wounds with blunt scissors
attempting to crawl out of my own skin.
But now I resemble a wild animal,
clawing at the very fibres of my being
destroying everything in my path
yet still believing I can sew myself back together
no matter the damage I cause...
Feb 24, 2020
Feb 24, 2020 at 7:34 AM UTC
I knew our decisions were misguided
And I chose to make them despite that knowledge
I wanted you and I to act in harmony
Needed to know every heartbeat pulsating from our two chests was in perfect synchronization
Feb 5, 2020
Feb 5, 2020 at 3:56 AM UTC
How many souls have been lost because they used their heart as a compass?
Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 7:14 PM UTC
One day you make me laugh and smile,
You make my face flush,
And my heart rush.
Some days I just don't feel it,
And there isn't a spark there too,
Sometimes I just can't talk to you.
I wish my heart could make a choice,
That it knew what to say,
Or what to do at the end of the day.
And I just feel lost,
Like my feelings are unfinished,
Like I'm missing something,
But I don't think that something is you...
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 8:00 PM UTC
I long
To linger no more
in the hallways of amnesia;
A clearing of the iridescent haze
Into a world beyond ー
To sing here no more
the sound of soulless sorrows;
Echo into the distant
Scapes and seas ー
To see no more
the sights untold;
Watch men erode,
Pale petals unfold ー
And fall back on an unbroken dream.
Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 5:46 AM UTC
The king is dead he never rose
from his resting place, chose
instead to be the embodiment
of a false fable writing the copyist.
Within a cave of delusions that kept
the image of false motives hidden.
An off spring of a method not unkempt.
this version the kept reasoning now forbidden.
Delusions of two reflections not seeing that
one is not a king but a falsehood sat on divided chat.
Neither were a failing, but reflections of a belief
that were conflicting upon a tree with a twinned leaf.
But when one must fall, both will simultaneously
greet the earth with a momentary spontaneously.
Always will one be ahead of the other claiming divine
leading, and others follow this moment of design.
But every king has a past that is woven in misbelief,
for all false kings can bring is an unethical belief
that they are the true monarch of a world run by many
where brothers & sisters there just spinning a single penny
May 11, 2018
May 11, 2018 at 6:58 PM UTC
And maybe just maybe at that fleeting moment my heart started to grow
How did I never notice at that moment your words truly reached the bottom of my untamed soul
And now everything flows so smoothly
Looking into the sky’s I could hear birds sing and the winds blowing breeze brushing along against the trees
We watch as the light of the day turns into a beautiful starry night
Constellations scattering along you and I
Deeply lost in your eyes
Laid out on the grass we watch time pass
We tell each other our deepest dreams unwinding us from the seams of the blanket we lay upon
But I believe that time is an overrated thing
Yet I narrate the time that you spend with me
And then it all ends as time tinkers away
We both go our own separate ways
We grow apart like night into day
Like sunset into sunrise with such dismay
Things were so clear with you, but now it’s gone
I’m sorry even when we tell each other our dreams I can’t keep my eyelids shut
You pick me up, but I let you down
And I’ve caught you running through my head again
Trespassing in my mind
You steal all my thoughts away
You do it all the time now
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 10:53 PM UTC
Within a casket of echoes
does the mirage of
truth become stained
into a conciseness of delusions.
But still they are slaves..
Altercations of past inclinations
that merit, reflection of
misguided minds.
But with no morals they digress,
standing on illusions of nothingness.
Where another doesn't tread,
fed to others delusions
of negativities prompting lies upon
lie with no merit only golden goblets
drinking upon the weakness of others.
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 8:20 AM UTC