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"befuddles" poems
once upon a time i was a little girl a girl with her head in the clouds mind a-whirl a dizzy-day dreamer not in tune with reality but constantly seeing the magic of fantasy imagination was my escape i lived in a world where my parents didn't fight and my dad wasn't always gone my mom wasn't always mad at him for BEING gone imagined that he never put those holes in the wall with his hands and then his head he never yelled at my mom in my head we were a happy family like the people on tv but what did I know just a kid in denial the reality is my dad was never there my dad was too high on **** to care and my mom, bless her soul was trying to uphold a family of six four of us kids and an adult who acted like one so i forgive her for screaming and i thank her for leaving... him the divorce was a blessing we needed an escape from the yelling one that imagination couldn't always provide and my mom and i never really got along we had a rocky relationship there was always something wrong i was always misunderstood and because i didn't know how to communicate my pain i used my wrists and cut my veins it's not that i really wanted to die i just couldn't think of the words i wanted to write so i struggled with myself and i used my body as my journal i wasn't ready to face the dragons of self-image and self-hatred not ready to grow up early and be emotionally stripped naked i wasn't a damsel in distress but i wasn't ready to face a beast but what i figured out is that i am not alone there are people all around me and a God up on his throne and God has helped me most of all he has chased and pursued me he reached out his hand and helped me to see the love for me he has is greater than my struggles i lean him in times of need and he comforts me in troubles all my pain was wiped away by the ocean of his grace and it still befuddles me today he gave up his son for me a sinner with a stone tied to my feet not deserving of his love but his grace will ALWAYS be enough.
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Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 12:30 AM UTC
My testimony (in slam poetry form)
once upon a time i was a little girl a girl with her head in the clouds mind a-whirl a dizzy-day dreamer not in tune with reality but constantly seeing the magic of fantasy imagination was my escape i lived in a world where my parents didn't fight and my dad wasn't always gone my mom wasn't always mad at him for BEING gone imagined that he never put those holes in the wall with his hands and then his head he never yelled at my mom in my head we were a happy family like the people on tv but what did I know just a kid in denial the reality is my dad was never there my dad was too high on **** to care and my mom, bless her soul was trying to uphold a family of six four of us kids and an adult who acted like one so i forgive her for screaming and i thank her for leaving... him the divorce was a blessing we needed an escape from the yelling one that imagination couldn't always provide and my mom and i never really got along we had a rocky relationship there was always something wrong i was always misunderstood and because i didn't know how to communicate my pain i used my wrists and cut my veins it's not that i really wanted to die i just couldn't think of the words i wanted to write so i struggled with myself and i used my body as my journal i wasn't ready to face the dragons of self-image and self-hatred not ready to grow up early and be emotionally stripped naked i wasn't a damsel in distress but i wasn't ready to face a beast but what i figured out is that i am not alone there are people all around me and a God up on his throne and God has helped me most of all he has chased and pursued me he reached out his hand and helped me to see the love for me he has is greater than my struggles i lean him in times of need and he comforts me in troubles all my pain was wiped away by the ocean of his grace and it still befuddles me today he gave up his son for me a sinner with a stone tied to my feet not deserving of his love but his grace will ALWAYS be enough.
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Where does it lead? That's always the question Isn't it? The conundrum That befuddles us all Where does it all lead We all go about Wandering till days end Never finding a satisfactory conclusion You'll go your whole life Looking for one answer All for one question Where does it lead? This choice That choice What's the consiquence? All for such a simple ...curiosity The one solution The one demise Good to see cats aren't the only ones Who are slaves to its will Curiosity It seems we're all slaves to its twisted will
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Oct 26, 2010
Oct 26, 2010 at 6:22 PM UTC
Curiosity
The Acolytes come marching in and out and in, out again Minds befuddles, rationalities amissing, fully indoctrinated Pathetic Dogs of Attrition dressed all in white, all in pain Compulsive obsessives, neurotics primed and oxygenated Scrappers at the bottom of the barrel wants unlawful gain By hook or crook is their recourse, to that they are mandated From rhetorics long gone and ideologies forged in days of rain Our intrepid Confused and Acolytes are soundly medicated Just march to left, left, left, left and we will ease all your pain Recognize that the enemies are those that think and are educated They all claim domain at the top, with kudos, status and fame While you languish in closed barrels, your poor lives truncated Those Bosses are all there because they are all Masonic inclined Doctors, lawyers and Professionals paid cash for Degrees granted They did no work or study, rich Daddies just paid so they claim All those Entrepreneurs are Robbers who bankraid unarrested Because the Police are all masonic and help/share in all the gain The Royals are  Top Mafiosas, with International links atested So Dumb Acolytes Know the truths and fall with the wise in line We must regain Power and march left, left so we're not left in vain The republic shall live because it's 21 Century and we wake in time We take all from the Secret Society and cut off all our iron chains Begin by taunting, tormenting and harassing that ****** Wayne The ****** Prince is the African Mafia Chief and Exploiter kingpin Sing with me everybody Viva la Revolution, viva la Revolution We are clever, all in our White uniforms We march to the left left left with our two left feet We know our brains have left us but we go left left Viva la Revolution, Viva la Revolution, Viva la Jinbba. Hey! jinbba, jinbaba, hey! jinbba jinbaba, hey! jinbba jinbba Sing.........
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Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 5:09 AM UTC
To The Left...Quick March.....
The Acolytes come marching in and out and in, out again Minds befuddles, rationalities amissing, fully indoctrinated Pathetic Dogs of Attrition dressed all in white, all in pain Compulsive obsessives, neurotics primed and oxygenated Scrappers at the bottom of the barrel wants unlawful gain By hook or crook is their recourse, to that they are mandated From rhetorics long gone and ideologies forged in days of rain Our intrepid Confused and Acolytes are soundly medicated Just march to left, left, left, left and we will ease all your pain Recognize that the enemies are those that think and are educated They all claim domain at the top, with kudos, status and fame While you languish in closed barrels, your poor lives truncated Those Bosses are all there because they are all Masonic inclined Doctors, lawyers and Professionals paid cash for Degrees granted They did no work or study, rich Daddies just paid so they claim All those Entrepreneurs are Robbers who bankraid unarrested Because the Police are all masonic and help/share in all the gain The Royals are  Top Mafiosas, with International links atested So Dumb Acolytes Know the truths and fall with the wise in line We must regain Power and march left, left so we're not left in vain The republic shall live because it's 21 Century and we wake in time We take all from the Secret Society and cut off all our iron chains Begin by taunting, tormenting and harassing that ****** Wayne The ****** Prince is the African Mafia Chief and Exploiter kingpin Sing with me everybody Viva la Revolution, viva la Revolution We are clever, all in our White uniforms We march to the left left left with our two left feet We know our brains have left us but we go left left Viva la Revolution, Viva la Revolution, Viva la Jinbba. Hey! jinbba, jinbaba, hey! jinbba jinbaba, hey! jinbba jinbba Sing.........
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about a year ago the doctors ordered me to return, put down the tablet, cease driving, stay seated, you a skinny hair from dying, the drop dead unkindly kind, come back to the city, there’s an operating table Resy~reserved just for you, the menu we will decide, two or three courses, but for the summering on your sheltering isle, where the lapping waves sounds of the sound, the greenery calming befuddles your senses is ended, the congress of animals too  have ordered your dispatch back to the hubbub of pizza parlors, nail salons & bodegas, and we will slice and dice, drawn up plans to redirect the arteries and veins that you’ve spent good money, lazy years clogging & ******* sending you back after you’re  in fighting trim, and and recommence dialogus with the sun, sky, animals, the water and the waves, and write of peace of mind, knowing that your body, too, is at peace, but not at rest, and let the writing begin again, with a refreshed perspective, and re-greet old friends, Hafiz and Whitman, who were left behind in a hasty departure, your retreat is ended and now, a new re-treating of the soul, to match a newly refreshed body postscript: *where is shelter? why, within and without…both needed, in happy juxtaposition*…
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May 19, 2024
May 19, 2024 at 5:00 PM UTC
Banishment and Return to the Lovely Isle (2024)
When it's been pouring heavy all day then this feeling comes and always befuddles. A couple cuts to make demons obey rather I should jump in some muddy puddles.
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Jan 23, 2021
Jan 23, 2021 at 3:50 PM UTC
Muddy Puddles
God, I wish I were in Colorado Driving down a dusty rural highway, Beholding colossal mountains Emerging from the horizon, And feeling the sunlight around me Gradually turn into snow. There, the air befuddles the mind, Diverting thoughts, Altering time. The mountains form a fortress, Serving as a refuge to lonely travelers; A sanctuary of serenity; A place where spirits soar with the eagles, Dance in the crisp, motherly breeze, And meditate in the dense forest. Tension dissipates, Gratification is gained, And convalescence commences. God, I wish I were in Colorado.
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Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 8:01 PM UTC
I Wish I Were In Colorado
So much hope set in the height of 8" The curlewing curls of pea plants decadent Continuos flowing of the firmament Breaking the concrete walk of the beat to the scene we live our lives between street meat Imploding our boundaries while humans surround me no air or oxygen just fountains trying too hard to be scenic I have a garden I own the earth But not In the end It will be my dad All carbon and cozy covered in primrose plots moldy and pozy'd So many flowers mounded on the grave of a detritus that it worthy. To be part of physics Oh happy squeaking willow branches I remember Oh china tree blossoms white -just soon to come out- Ou the bombs though The agony hanging over me when I know that there is not a peace treaty from betwixt man fingers plotting graphs of how to not hurt each other Yet I swoon to the garden and it befuddles my every move tripping me with plant with organism with hippy mumbojumbo Convoluted material That makes an aqueous pressure and fluidity to drown all the youth Thou must grow but this isn't this fixed rates word attack No. I am here to be the garden To show walden in myself for my selfs joy I am here for selfishness Not evil as you couldn't see me To pick apart the pieces If the leaves rent in the movement to just create me To tease and toss the strings ran from below them to the trees seams. To root the ever awesome conglomerated picture of a fixture of an ornament Of the human life that Seams to stem from what is Lendon. This is homage to myself And so is the thought.
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Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 8:27 PM UTC
A Garden Over..Nah!
So much hope set in the height of 8" The curlewing curls of pea plants decadent Continuos flowing of the firmament Breaking the concrete walk of the beat to the scene we live our lives between street meat Imploding our boundaries while humans surround me no air or oxygen just fountains trying too hard to be scenic I have a garden I own the earth But not In the end It will be my dad All carbon and cozy covered in primrose plots moldy and pozy'd So many flowers mounded on the grave of a detritus that it worthy. To be part of physics Oh happy squeaking willow branches I remember Oh china tree blossoms white -just soon to come out- Ou the bombs though The agony hanging over me when I know that there is not a peace treaty from betwixt man fingers plotting graphs of how to not hurt each other Yet I swoon to the garden and it befuddles my every move tripping me with plant with organism with hippy mumbojumbo Convoluted material That makes an aqueous pressure and fluidity to drown all the youth Thou must grow but this isn't this fixed rates word attack No. I am here to be the garden To show walden in myself for my selfs joy I am here for selfishness Not evil as you couldn't see me To pick apart the pieces If the leaves rent in the movement to just create me To tease and toss the strings ran from below them to the trees seams. To root the ever awesome conglomerated picture of a fixture of an ornament Of the human life that Seams to stem from what is Lendon. This is homage to myself And so is the thought.
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“Blight into cold blue and obsidian water sky. I await to graciously glance at sunset and smile, I must renew my bones in dynasty of deity, I have been feeling an awakening sensation, I must still clear all my earthly levies, As I sense awakening of a simmering rage, The day that since has died a desperate light, That light that must get stronger by the day, Today is dead latency in the desolate land, My heart welcomes you once again my love, My season my woman my deity my immensity, Every road leads to the door step of my heart, For without thee I will roam with a hungry heart, It is blunt to pause to make an end majestic creature, Nefarious it was for suns to store and cache my will, Skies black water befuddles me and constrains me, Moving heaven and earth that which we were, Made all the stars weak by time and fate, Every ode will disperse and die as soon this will,   Ode to Blackwater” By Andrew Guzaldo 09/20/2018 ©
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Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 5:43 PM UTC
“ODE to BLACKWATER”
Had him since he was a baby sitting on my lap until he grew up What a baby dog he will always be This curious Airedale who befuddles me Outsmarts me Friends, oh he has friends Especially people What a cute face they always say As he looks at them quizzically or innocently I don't always tell them that his brain is working overtime And this seeming charm is a facade. Escape artist watching me garden and taking off to visit the neighbors Once ran away during a thunderstorm down a busy road to be rescued by strangers and taken to a nearby town's vet Heartbreaking, wondering where he was Not the last time he disappeared Once on a mountain hike where only the visioning of a friend brought him back Now he is twelve How much longer do I have to be with him To sense his vitality His love of life And love of walks And love of chicken stuff He will always be special in my heart and the hearts of others.
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Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 8:28 AM UTC
My Dog Scout
Adoration awes to see full moon luminous sparkling glory of heaven beckons to gloss grace dazzles to behold beauty half veiled joy mills through by dream for Autumn to flow. eyes yet befuddles to sight of captive blossoms love of mellow inspires to seal on swathe cherished solace of innocence sates soul to reckon within for virile tranquillity to rave through by Autumn's rapture.. Tide and ebb reels through crest and trough onshore attribute heartfelt yet quivers under seizure of hope over rhythm of lips as when caged by the crave red in vein cascades holding breath as when unravelled. Lithe of grace resounds in hale of reverberation Quest yet ponders flicking through curve of shadow For dream to delve from hideout i slumber deep in night Yet on next dawn waking from slumber i see Autumn in its robe.
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Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 9:57 PM UTC
AUTUMN'S DREAM
Out of doors, I bathe in sunlight in the honey glow of afternoon Unaware that night befuddles the flawless ere of peace fled soon with yellowed grass and aching leaves, beseeched, from up above may fall and with a careless kick of feet I scatter fire ants big and small For while I lay in grass galore night time at the edges creeps emerging in my green stupor to shock my mind from lazy sleep far out of ease my warmth is knocked into the cool steady gaze where sheep alarmed at the stroke of midnight flock jumping the fence with boundless leaps While up the front porch stairs I run and watch the nighttime settle in while broken leaves fly in the wind oh, woe for those who rest at sunset in the hollow heart of darkest sin.
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Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 10:26 AM UTC
From 12 to 12
As clear as the placid water his soul was To hell with the devils, they vitiated his presence Living in a world of dreams all the time He never realised when the clock struck nine Plagued by his own demons, he made a tower of miseries Although he wore a smile but it was only beguilement To the deluded creatures which danced around him. In the scorching heat of the desert, a frigid separation had seeped in The reasons which he himself was oblivious about But this is how the state of things are supposed to be So hazy.. so murky.. Confusion befuddles this issue Does the nexus exist or was it just another series of co-incidental events? Even if Lucifer ran all the way he wouldn't enlighten the dungeons of his heart For they have been scarred beyond measure with a myriad of hapless events Still standing in the queue waiting to exterminate his soul. The assault has begun. Who would win? The wicked sisters of Fate who have been conspiring since eternity or The miniscule luck which has been showered onto him?
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May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 5:27 PM UTC
Untitled 3
out of touch, touching on Rip Van Winkle the modern world only confuses and befuddles uncertainty mounts and pressure builds trying to be involved, evolution has passed me by – detest is the word I use for my phone accused of being smarter than I am; and while I have a bachelor’s degree, my manual is probably right and I will never understand the vastness of its functionality and app amazement – A lonely grey hair falls gently finding rest on the space bar as I type and like an explosion or maybe lightning it occurs to me that this is just the natural progression and seriously, who cares if I can code… I am 40 –
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Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 2:38 PM UTC
being left behind, smiling