"deceitfully" poems
Winter is quiet, but always restless.
Irrevocably cold, and deceitfully burning.
Harsh at times, throwing storms of ice when tempered.
Apologetic, as it stews in silent shame.
Unforgiven, and tolerated.
A season which destroys beauty in order to create a kind of it's own.
Decorated, as if the beauty it created for itself hadn't been enough.
I never liked Winter very much,
but I've come to realize we've got a lot in common.
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 11:22 PM UTC
Stream languid reason from the South
Heave large sighs upon shores to the North
Curl up and nest with the fragile East
Rest your eys on the greenness of the West
For from there to here:
to back over there.
We stand like willows in the great winds very own- prairie of time.
Deceitfully mastering and mimicking
sounds that appear to make us whole
although we are not.
When what we are
is faithfully moving in orbit
around great fire
with rest of everybody else.
Jun 19, 2010
Jun 19, 2010 at 11:17 AM UTC
It all started with mixing Tequila and Sambuca last Friday night.
Then I noticed him, busting some classic moves on the dance floor.
Soon we are dancing, grinding, kissing, laughing, dancing, kissing,
he's even drinking out of my half finished cup of water, he's smiling.
"I'm a Royal Marine, not an Army boy!" he corrects. "A Commando."
We both even have the same phone! Coincidence? I don't think so.
Beads of sweat dripping from his hair onto his flawless face and neck,
yet, he smells oh so divine, "it's Gucci Guilty Intense", he explains.
I blurt out, "Hope this won't be a waste of your time, 'cause I'm not
going to sleep with you tonight!" He says, "All right", and smiles.
Mixed signals, cold bed phobia, pure drunkenness combined,
I offer him, "It's late. You can spend the night at mine, I don't mind."
"Just Scott, you won't remember the rest, it's long and complicated",
later he adds, "Good luck trying to find me without my name!"
"I'm Twenty One." "That's so young", I exclaim and he frowns.
He's cocky yet witty, and also very pretty, so I let my dignity drown.
Taking him in my mouth until he explodes like a loaded gun,
my duty to the nation's hunkiest hero was well and truly done.
"I joined two days after my eighteenth birthday", said he with pride.
"My vacation's over. I'm leaving on Sunday to Poole". I sighed.
I spent the entire night insomniac, with my head throbbing to the beat
of his obliviously, peacefuly sleeping exhaling and inhaling speed.
Close enough to feel the heat of his body, yet a million miles away,
him dreaming and I reminiscing, both awaiting the dawn of a new day.
Skipping the "thank you", "goodbye", hug or phone number, he says,
"See you around maybe", holding a rather deceitfully seductive gaze.
"Scott, we're never going to see each other again", I answer bluntly.
Mirroring my sad smile in reply, minus the sadness, he left promptly.
Nov 24, 2012
Nov 24, 2012 at 3:05 PM UTC
Clearly observing the wicked danger lurking within you…
What a paradox to witness a change of benevolence ridiculed by your truth.
If only you understood what it takes to genuinely smile,
You could move mountains across those magnificent cerulean skies.
Even after our unpleasant confrontations, so cruel and wry.
You deliberately chose to dance around to a distinctive rhyme.
Using your words of trickery, resembling a serpent hissing fear.
You untiringly strived to strike fatal arrows through an artificial crack on my fortified shield.
I gave you only one chance to earn my professional trust.
Then you destroyed it with mendacities absconding from your Machiavellian filthy mouth.
Candidly, after foreseeing your vile pestilence emerging from within.
I erupted in an outburst of laughter to have ever believed in your skin of sin.
Beware, you have revealed an irrevocable glitch that is deceitfully sly.
It portrays tyranny and narrow mindedness, depreciating with every malicious try.
Running cunningly through your veins oozing massive animosity in disguise.
Have you not scrutinized the gruesome language intensely stimulated from your heinously gazing eyes?
By: Michael M. De La Fuente
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 11:38 PM UTC
These pair of jeans don't fit round me,
clenching calves deceitfully,
determined to compress on me,
exhaustively I slice the seams.
Privacy, there is no need,
take my clothes let my skin breathe.
Filled with self integrity,
my freedom is my ******
Jun 17, 2010
Jun 17, 2010 at 8:58 AM UTC
I'd rather shatter
and watch all the tiny pieces of me
fall to the ground
then have you ignore me.
In that fragmented moment in time
when I am completely dissolved,
at least I will be free.
Free from the infectious words
rolling off your tongue.
Those sweet lies, in which you
deceitfully soak in poison.
I believe everything you have ever spoken
only because I love you,
but when your smile fails to hide your cruel intentions,
that is when I wish my soul would liquefy.
If only I could say goodbye to your wicked lies
when you ignore me.
Mar 12, 2012
Mar 12, 2012 at 2:24 PM UTC
His touch haunted her,
Guarded as her heart was, she couldn’t afford
To connect,
To attract,
To enter into any state of delicate but zealous longing
Instinctively she knew
Any feeling would be misleading;
Splendid sensual snow melting into liquid lies,
Her heart disarmed, sinking into that gusty sea
Of spoiled desire
A barbarous distance between craven obedience
And the grandiosely brilliant beam she used to embody
An emotional war as tangible as a robust ruin
Worn down by stormy weather, unable to shelter
Her blue-eyed innocence
Recondite or unexpected it never was,
The effect of his shaggy possessive smile
And giddying twisted promises
Drawing out her hurt and suffering,
Disguised as a youthful fluttering
Of nonchalant excitement
A deceitfully draining destruction lurking
In his fondling fingertips,
His smiling dimples,
His laughing wrinkles
Yet thoughtfully she took the plunge
Into a wilderness she couldn’t afford
To miss out on
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 11:24 AM UTC
The holy pages burnt slowly as it drew you closer into a darken rapture of sorts.
Ashes and soot crumbling from a wayward vessel, down into you, the sacrificial lamb.
You burnt the sacred pages. The fluttering flecks of a religion scattered around your scarred and bleeding feet. The enlightenment you sought was nothing but a false ploy; a world of innocents to crumble and deploy.
Balefully cries linger on the opening of trepidation. With the wingspan of purgatory, wrapped in nefarious black silk.
You!
You, virtuous martyr...
Abbadon's gate, with it's scaly arms, stands open and wide, deceitfully at the ready.
The question is; Are you willing to pay for your deceitful sins?
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 12:43 PM UTC
You're under this notion,
fueled by the flashing colored screen.
What you think you need,
what you know you need.
They've got it so right, they've got it oh so right
Living life like we're under the spotlight
Lights, camera, action
we follow the rhythm
believe the system
oblivious to the secret faction,
solely conceived as a distraction.
Impressionable we were,
deeply displaced,
Young eyes glaring into space,
we become what our imaginations trace.
Outlines of the human race,
told by the man behind the box
without a human face.
New watch, new ring, brand new play-thing
it's all you need,
they burn the fuel to your greed.
impregnating our every last thought,
only concerned with what, when and how-
much, we've already bought.
Remove the glim and glam of their cerebral spam.
the pursuit of happiness isn't in your wallet or your T.V. screen,
they'll only tell you it's how you're supposed to be seen.
Deceitfully robbing us of our imaginations, confining us to
their own limitations.
Overthrow their control and shut off your televisions.
Feb 15, 2010
Feb 15, 2010 at 12:05 PM UTC
since the enchanted dream
In the night i saw
my insides are twitching
craving to draw
the exquisite meadow
luxuriant with wonders
cumulus clouds
narrowing in row
whence the water
Hastily sprang
hushing rapids
melodiously sang
prismatic reflection deceitfully shifts
the way the birds chanted in bliss
crimson sky
vibrant pattern it formed
beguiling wind
something it want
left me wonderstruck
rolling in stream
I glided the fall
ended the dream
Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 8:58 AM UTC
1 Who has believed what we have heard?
And who has the arm of the LORD been revealed to?
2 He grew up before Him like a young plant
and like a root out of dry ground.
He didn’t have an impressive form
or majesty that we should look at Him,
no appearance that we should desire Him.
3 He was despised and rejected by men,
a man of suffering who knew what sickness was.
He was like someone people turned away from;
He was despised, and we didn’t value Him.
4 Yet He Himself bore our sicknesses,
and He carried our pains;
but we in turn regarded Him stricken,
struck down by God, and afflicted.
5 But He was pierced because of our transgressions,
crushed because of our iniquities;
punishment for our peace was on Him,
and we are healed by His wounds.
6 We all went astray like sheep;
we all have turned to our own way;
and the LORD has punished Him
for3 the iniquity of us all.
7 He was oppressed and afflicted,
yet He did not open His mouth.
Like a lamb led to the slaughter
and like a sheep silent before her shearers,
He did not open His mouth.
8 He was taken away because of oppression and judgment;
and who considered His fate?
For He was cut off from the land of the living;
He was struck because of my people’s rebellion.
9 They5 made His grave with the wicked
and with a rich man at His death,
although He had done no violence
and had not spoken deceitfully.
10 Yet the LORD was pleased to crush Him severely.
When You make Him a * restitution offering,
He will see His * seed, He will prolong His days,
and by His hand, the LORD’s pleasure will be accomplished.
11 He will see it out of His anguish,
and He will be satisfied with His knowledge.
My righteous Servant will justify many,
and He will carry their iniquities.
12 Therefore I will give Him the many as a portion,
and He will receive the mighty as spoil,
because He submitted Himself to death,
and was counted among the rebels;
yet He bore the sin of many
and interceded for the rebels.
Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 7:16 PM UTC
I am your Mona Lisa I fit the song
understanding a smile behind a maiden depicting inner treasures
of unmeasurable beauty
a Mona Lisa smile I've owned
tempted a lover's innermost aim
hid a broken heart
Yes few lovers entered gates deceitfully projecting inner strife
selfish indulgence at best.
those can't demeanish me
but exolted wiser got me
It's better to love a second
to be misunderstood a lifetime
than not to have loved.
Worst is to pretend to steal
a moment's grace sacred lovers vise
from an innocent seeker of love
I'm careful who I trust to hold
to live is to risk, to love is to win
to loose and to learn
********** for the wise
is eternal sacred bond
*** itself can be animalistic
how I love you is true,
taste of my wild, a twist of fate
sacred secret lover mine.
🌳☕☕
~~~~~
Mr. and Mrs. Andrews
for Karijinbba.
Oct 1, 2021
Oct 1, 2021 at 1:52 PM UTC
There is no light at the tunnel’s end—
Only dented cans and newspapers,
Amid discarded butts of dissatisfaction,
Strewn across broken pieces of gravel.
Empty bottles and empty hearts
Play wrestle games throughout the night—
What am I really doing here?
Who led me down this dark alley?
This alley so deceitfully painted in colours,
That, before, were all so lovely.
I’ve given up the daffodils
For chalkdust and white paper.
I’ve thrown away my careful bag,
But, now I want it back.
I want my heart to smile again.
I want myself to return.
But, this heart and this soul,
So sweet but alone
Are absent and i’ve no clue where they’ve gone.
06.2011
Jul 13, 2011
Jul 13, 2011 at 10:15 PM UTC
Trapped like an animal
In a cage of words
With barbs wrapped
Around my mind and soul
The barbs dig deceitfully
As I try to defend myself
They slice with deviance and claw
At my heart as tears bleed out
After severing my heart
The barbed words encompass
A corrosive attack on my nerves
And assault my state of mind
un be knowing to the villain
its barbed words mutate
leaving the unsuspecting villain
open to an attack from its own creation
Written by E.M Rushton
Jul 23, 2015
Jul 23, 2015 at 9:59 AM UTC
Now I walk almost with ease through these nightly rituals
Disconnecting as much as I can from this frenzically speeding mind
Always the same.
Monotonously I wade through the murky waters of this devilish playground
Just enough energy to swim to the top now and again to gasp for air
Their seas of haunting chants is suffocating
Always deceitfully encouraging me into states of panic and despair
Always the same.
I have danced this dance many times before
Yet their persistancy makes it feel infinitely longer
My body aches from their puppet strings, holding me up before slumber
And my thoughts are disheveled from their constant trespassing.
But look here in my mind, that despite inconveniences still prospers, unstoppable.
Their manipulation, you see, although practiced in the mind, only hinders my brain and body
And is shrugged off every day as I wake from sleep,
No, no, it is not the same.
May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 11:58 AM UTC
Hours past and I’m sitting on the edge of destruction
Avoiding endless distractions, pacing the floor till my feet hurt the souring
Devotion of love diminishes every second I look at my phone, wondering if you’re alright.
Calm covers a face of disappointment, once again im left to play a game of hide and seek
Where will I find my love? See love has not shown its face in a long time, ******* up playing games
With my mind, I decide to confront love and ask that dreaded question “'do you love me”
Realistic expectations of unconditional love has the last laugh, for comfort and deep emotions
Reign deceitfully out of loves mouth!
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 10:23 PM UTC
A portion of the wall, concealed deceitfully,
A portrait framed, superficially free,
Yet its distance from truth, painfully clear to see.
A painted smile, deceivingly grand,
But the cracks in the facade, I failed to understand,
A puppeteer's trick, I was caught in his hand.
Beneath the illusion, hidden in the shade,
Chains of despair, with scars never fade,
Unable to voice the anguish, in silence I stayed.
The colors of the photo, a deceptive hue,
Gray like the lies, only tears stay true,
A facade that crumbles, revealing the blue.
A picture of a dream, forever unreal,
A happy family, love he can't truly feel,
On the wall, a tragedy concealed.
In that portrait, lies a departed soul,
A family fractured, the lies uroll,
A better version, I yearn to console.
Sep 12, 2024
Sep 12, 2024 at 12:19 PM UTC
Cumulus , nimbus apparitions converge at dawn that instigate brief showers , sun bows , sunburst , followed by the cruel , humid unwavering heat of mid-morning.......
Cool rain at dawn , trickery , deceitfully forcing morning chores into the heat of day for farmer and gardener alike , mud , mosquitoes brought by damp conditions , seeking blood meals followed by foraging fire ants , triple digit temps , threesomes that antagonize , exhaust and destroy well made plans ......
At the end of the work day heat , humidity begat cloud cover with heat lightning at horizon , with the promise of relief , time of rest and reflection.....
Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 2:58 PM UTC
It's dark, but not scary
The kind of dark that is comfortable
There is no evil here
Down the Rabbitt hole
I hear children's laughter
It sounds light and playful
How I long to laugh with them
Down the Rabbitt hole
But I am not a child anymore
So I can't go down and play
I have to stay up above and do what I must
Why do you taunt me, Rabbitt hole?
My blood boils
Why can't I go laugh and play?
Why do I have to do what I must?
I want to go down the Rabbitt hole
I close my eyes....will myself there
What's the harm in taking a peak?
The laughter is louder, but still I don't see them
And there....yes, there... the Rabbitt hole
But an obstacle stands in my way
Blocking my path
Keeping me to the things that I must
The Rabbitt stands, guarding his post
I try to sneak past but to no avail
I lie, quite deceitfully as deceit may go
I try to force my way through, but to the same
Why can't I go into the Rabbitt hole?
The Rabbitt stops me every time
Frustrated, I cry "Why won't you let me in?"
The Rabbitt stays still, says nothing at all
Not a glance, not a whisper he even heard me
" Those who have learned to lie,"
What a booming voice!
"...who have lost what makes them innocent,
those people do not belong in the Rabbitt hole"
A cry escapes me that I have not heard since I was small
I understand, I must do what I must.
So I turn my back on the Rabbitt hole
And go do what I must
The giggling grows louder, not softer as I walk
Confused, I turn.
A little figure peeks her head out.
"Do you want to play?" she giggles shyly.
"I can't go into the Rabbitt hole"
I look at her curiously. What a strange girl.
"That's okay, we can play out here."
I hadn't even thought of that....
"Okay."
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 7:08 PM UTC
Winter walks in my icy flesh
Frost clings to my clouded breath
Regardless of season I bear
Some chill and distant wintery air
Aching in my January bones
I shiver and stumble wind-blown
Freezing and shaking eternally
Not even summer can release me
From this grey-shrouded cage of mist
Of fog and snow’s soft kiss
I shrink and decay a little more
I am no Valentine but February’s *****
Even in the death of December
And as the earth slowly remembers
Warm sun and bursting flowers
I grow barren by the hour
Untouched by spring’s warm breeze
My soul as winter’s trees
Wizened and dead to the world
I am more of despair than a girl
Deceitfully I walk this place
Frosted eyes decorating my face
To hide the gale howling behind
The china glaze protecting my mind
Dog-tired as an insomniac
Constantly afraid of looking back
November’s rain in my wake
Delicately cracked I am a fake
Lips whisper cold as glass
Unsure how many years have passed
I maintain my cold isolation
Frozen from anticipation
I watch summer spread jealously
It cannot permeate me
With hope and life like another
I will be ice forever and nothing other.
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 5:23 PM UTC
I
Do
Not
Hope
Silly
People,
Frantic
Paranoid
Trembling
Shamefully
Deceitfully
Precariously
Adversatively
Contemptuously
Unaesthetically
Unreasonableness
Melodramatisation
Interchangeability
Pseudophilosophical
Overpresumptuousness
Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 4:45 AM UTC
The earth is the Lord Our GOD, and the fullness thereof, the world and they that dwell therein. For He hath founded it upon the seas, and established it upon the floods. Who shall ascend onto the hill of the Lord? Or who shall stand in His Holy Place? He that hath clean hands and a pure heart, who hath not lifted up his soul unto vanity, nor sworn deceitfully. He shall receive the blessing from the Lord, and righteousness from the God of his salvation. Such is the generation of them that seek Him, that seek Thy face, O GOD of Jacob. Selah .. Lift up your heads, O ye gates! And be ye lifted up, ye everlasting doors! And the King of glory shall come in. Who is this King of glory? The Lord strong and mighty, the Lord mighty in battle. Lift up your heads, O ye gates! Even lift them up, ye everlasting doors! And the King of glory shall come in. Who is this King of glory? The Lord of hosts, He is the King of glory. Selah
Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 9:55 AM UTC
List fully, lie. lying in misery
Most mysteries missed by me
Must muster mist deceitfully
Mister, mister, can you die?
Dyed blue from rhythm and tunes
Tuning to thoughts
Becoming robots
We fight to make men free.
Machine made men
Stamped from a die
Born Barren of Blemish
Passed over to sacrifice
They alter Altar altercations
Killing to show their true devotion
What world is this? And what man am I?
Might it mightily reveal itself
To a boat in the harbor
Harboring fictitiousness
Figuratively fighting for
Fewer than them.
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 12:05 AM UTC
...I couldn't help but to stare blankly at your white, emotionless face...
The last time I saw you... You had a light full of joy and grace...
But to see that light now gone from you body left a taste of melancholy
A hood of sorrows is what hid my bitter sweet tears from them and you, what folly...
Before my aching heart could leave your presence, your eyes opened...
Your heart startled by a hug, your eyes gazed around at all of us, an opportunity, I was hope'n
You stared straight into my black stained waterfall and spooked me
When your pale, cold hand, with quickness, grabbed my hand.. and begged me not to leave..
It shook... I could feel and count every bone you used... with the little muscle strength you had...
My body trembled at your white, thin, Skeleton hand... Stabbed by the reality of loss...the insecurity was bad..
I felt so troubled and helpless... Since there was nothing from me you could gain...
"Alan...Linard...." was the last thing I heard, the last thing she said... it was her husband's name...
6 days later... 9:15pm, July 2nd, 2018...for the first time... I watched Some breath their last... and finally die...
Puzzled by how quick and peaceful a painful image thing can be.... It felt so deceitfully wrong... but I knew it was..right..
Donna... You wouldn't come back... even if you could.. you wouldn't
You in a place of paradise... pure perfection... I wont lie... I miss you.. but I know you could never return... you couldn't..
Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 4:46 AM UTC