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"deceptive" poems
Happiness bought off agonies to prolong its life span just for a spur of moment, agony's ear-deafening silence spoke, prolong happiness is an ailment in its own way, you'll die in happiness just by showing me a deceptive ray!
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Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 9:50 AM UTC
Happiness
I listen to them as they mouth your name; and I see how deluded, how hypnotic, how enchanted and consumed they talk of your ways and, how the stars in their pupils beam with a radiance of such pure awe. Your words hang loose off the tops of their tounges and their lips drool in your glaze. Your lazy features,  your so electric but so infuriating charm - sends them mindless, locks them in your illusion. So it’s then I try to burn every sheet of paper which ink prints your presence, inside these desperate  shelves which fold upon each heartstring. My ears attempt to block it out. Instead they replay every song that has ever left your lips. And my eyes deceive me as they scatter a particle of you on every surface of life I encounter. My mind echoes every laugh you created in my streams. Then I paint every colour you ever erupted within me, in thick black. As they mouth your name, every trace of you with anyone but me, causes my hands to pull through my gut, and hammer down any of these ******* deceptive daydreams that you have me  trapped me in. And then so easily, one by one, debris of my heart crumble like rain down your window, down each vein.
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Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 6:45 PM UTC
when your name leaves their lips
Like a hearth, Her hair was inviting And warm, red mahogany Her deceptive eyes Sensing danger Betrayed only by her quivering crimson lips Back against the wall Separated by arm’s length Sobering distance Maddening silence She, reticent siren Far from the ocean Far, far greater than its depth She, from the wild A wolf’s howl Far from the forest Far, far greener than its leaves She was shelter, In the mountain I found myself lost
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Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 6:05 PM UTC
She, like a hearth
A capable wife is far more worth than treasure She lives for the good of her family She works hard for her own She is independent but still dependent upon the Lord That is a woman you need in your life. She will stand by your side and honour her vows She caters for all, even the poor. She is generous by heart She is everything and more She is wise She is appreciated She is respected She is loving She is not shaken but mere earthquakes, instead she embraces the beauty in faults and the lessons in mistakes. She will stand with you through thick and thin, through sickness and health and through this miserable life. Man, when you find a woman like this treasure her with all you have. Appreciate her insecurities and love her through everything you will put her through Charm is deceptive and beauty fades but a woman who honours the Lord should be praised.
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Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 9:55 AM UTC
Proverbs 31 woman
My Heart and Mind had a discussion one day, About a man that they both knew quite well. The heated discussion continued for hours, Both with arguments meant to compel. A debate ensued between the two, With each taking a different perspective. The Heart believed the man to be true, And the Mind thought he was deceptive. Heart started the discussion with an obvious point, "He is sweet and gentle like no man before." Mind responded smugly, "That's great in the moment but how does he act after she's walked out the door?" Heart countered, already knowing the point being made. "Sure, he may not be able to write or call; He is busy with constant demands of his time. What he feels in his heart matters most of all." "I disagree," and Mind continued to say, "Actions mean far more than words alone. It is when words and actions are considered together that a man's true feelings are shown." "He has to compartmentalize to get through the day." Heart continued to defend his intentions, When they are together his feelings are real, but her insecurities span many dimensions." "It's funny you would mention compartmentalizing. Apparently your memory isn't as sharp as mine, He was once quoted as saying this was not his strength, proof that his statements don't always align." "You are cynical, suspicious and guarded." Heart was clearly tired of this dispute, "Those traits are clouding your judgement. He is genuine and telling the truth." "I think you are overlooking the obvious but I'll relax and stop doubting his intentions if he makes an effort to send a simple sign." Heart and Mind both wanting to prove their point and have the bragging rights of superiority. Mind sure that the man would disappoint her; Heart confident in his genuine sincerity. Both waited patiently for some type of gesture, Something to demonstrate that he really does care. Heart began to worry and whispered to herself, "Stay calm and trust that it's not just another affair." Patience prevailed and an email arrived, just as Heart had hoped and prayed. Mind, although disappointed by being proved wrong, was relieved and no longer afraid. Trust and calm filled her spirit when thinking of him, but it was both that won in the end. Maybe they were more than temporary lovers and could also be permanent friends.
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Dec 30, 2012
Dec 30, 2012 at 10:45 AM UTC
Heart vs. Mind
My Heart and Mind had a discussion one day, About a man that they both knew quite well. The heated discussion continued for hours, Both with arguments meant to compel. A debate ensued between the two, With each taking a different perspective. The Heart believed the man to be true, And the Mind thought he was deceptive. Heart started the discussion with an obvious point, "He is sweet and gentle like no man before." Mind responded smugly, "That's great in the moment but how does he act after she's walked out the door?" Heart countered, already knowing the point being made. "Sure, he may not be able to write or call; He is busy with constant demands of his time. What he feels in his heart matters most of all." "I disagree," and Mind continued to say, "Actions mean far more than words alone. It is when words and actions are considered together that a man's true feelings are shown." "He has to compartmentalize to get through the day." Heart continued to defend his intentions, When they are together his feelings are real, but her insecurities span many dimensions." "It's funny you would mention compartmentalizing. Apparently your memory isn't as sharp as mine, He was once quoted as saying this was not his strength, proof that his statements don't always align." "You are cynical, suspicious and guarded." Heart was clearly tired of this dispute, "Those traits are clouding your judgement. He is genuine and telling the truth." "I think you are overlooking the obvious but I'll relax and stop doubting his intentions if he makes an effort to send a simple sign." Heart and Mind both wanting to prove their point and have the bragging rights of superiority. Mind sure that the man would disappoint her; Heart confident in his genuine sincerity. Both waited patiently for some type of gesture, Something to demonstrate that he really does care. Heart began to worry and whispered to herself, "Stay calm and trust that it's not just another affair." Patience prevailed and an email arrived, just as Heart had hoped and prayed. Mind, although disappointed by being proved wrong, was relieved and no longer afraid. Trust and calm filled her spirit when thinking of him, but it was both that won in the end. Maybe they were more than temporary lovers and could also be permanent friends.
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Visibly wholesome with internal infractions Humans predisposed to fatal attractions Remain cautious & constantly selective In a world where hearts are pure but minds are deceptive The mind screams lust while the heart craves affection The root of true beauty lies within imperfection For every blossoming rose, is at least a single thorn & every heavenly angel has a deeply hidden horn Thus a man's flaws aren't defined as his impurities It's the illusion of perfection that equate to his insecurities
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Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 5:24 PM UTC
Imperfection is Beauty
A populace filled with totalitarian tranquility The supposition that the world is in a harmonic homeostasis Blissful ignorance that leads to careless calamity Amid the uproar of the most populated of places Therein lies the seed of humanity’s deceptive destruction A solitary host housing a virulent virus Infectious disease that proceeds crisis and corruption Hope only stands with the powerful and pious Prognosis describes communicable cannibalism Rabid outbursts show signs of voracious violence The harrowing pandemic leads to ceaseless cataclysm Cities and towns suspended in systemic silence Habitations riddled with gratuitous gore Hope fades in the wake of the crimson carnage The pestilent hoard feeds to a glutton’s galore The Author of humanity publishes the final page The closing verse rains down a rapturous recompense The high cost of a dense population paid at humanity’s existential expense
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Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 11:06 PM UTC
Affliction’s Assimilation
Jealousy, the venomous and deceptive emotion. The mountainous trouble, the worry gone through, to get to this height, then see it claimed as untrue. The force of jealousy, can overpower most minds, it takes hold of desire, and leads thoughts askew, until believing wrong, is the right thing to do.
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Dec 27, 2010
Dec 27, 2010 at 10:01 PM UTC
Jealousy
Appearances can be deceptive, And to the superficial gaze The outside looks dull and grey Plain looking in many ways, Yet, when a crack causes Water to seep slowly through, A Geode can split to reveal A dazzling sight to view! Piles of purple crystals Sparkling in the light, Such wonderful inner beauty Now apparent for our delight! Have you noticed how some people, May seem plain as plain can be? Yet, if we take time to peer deeper, Then, what gems would we see? Perhaps a beautiful heart We never thought was there, Where an aching generosity Is waiting its time to share? Yes, a warm, glowing inner beauty Will emerge before your eyes, A newly discovered Treasure For you to cherish, and to prize!
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Jan 19, 2012
Jan 19, 2012 at 11:47 AM UTC
Beautiful Inside
A supine position upon my bed and a slow turning of my head I look out through my window and by chance LISTEN!! Hearing the howling and chilling desultory gusts of wind Noticing seemingly deceptive immutable muffled grey-white low hanging clouds enveloping everything in its heavenly path with coinciding feelings of being enclosed, a slight hint, the oncoming winter A sunless sky also matches the early November mood as virtually motionless elongated pearl-grey-clouds having distinct wind-kissed topsy-turvy-wavy-ruffled bottoms that travel and permeate onward across the heavens These eerie vapors s t r e t c h from north to south east to west casting Buddism's grey colored shadows upon the earth below while not permitting any sky blue to peek through A distant howl and barking of a dog, my inner volcano snuffed out, the tranquilization of Hercules... Time seemingly stops altogether and hangs... ... heated feelings dissipate    into      cool nothingness...
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Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 4:27 PM UTC
November Mood
Drip. Drip. Drip. A bone slowly woke just in time to become brok(en). Once spoken, there's no point of lending an ear. There'll be a violent jerking of the wheel, deceptive *** appeal, and an unrequited (love). Now, unwillingly,  it's open. The rhyme is deliberately late, but it's not tardy enough to satiate Swelling lungs-we're just getting started. Both for respiratory and broken-hearted. Here, we speak of energy-specifically kinetic Because you can't live in love and good faith with right hemisphere real, and left prosthetic. AND THAT'S WHERE THIS BEAUTIFULLY KICKS IN. Picking up faster and quicker and clearer and headlights have never come nearer. But I'll be somewhat content lying at rest. While lively and enthusiastic is best, unemployed potential is all I can be. It's something to unwillingly see. You'll watch the clean breaks as the marrow escapes. As I steadily gush onto pavement you'll see how idle I can really be. As I Drip. Drip. Drip.
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Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 1:32 AM UTC
the potential energy of bones
The pick All the stress that an orange has caused is painful. It is painful for the tree from which it came. Snatched away with promises of sweetness. A tree mostly green, engulfing Small speckles of that deceptive orange. It was such a bright colour – high hopes! Handpicked by a man only looking for the best, Choosing poorly not for the first time. The green leaves frantically try to reclaim what’s theirs. Branch after branch reaching out, trying to uproot him. Close, so close. But they are a sea apart, At least an apple has a core, a heart. The peel Now it is pilfered, the painful process begins, Never quite ending: disappointment beckons. To try and taste these orange juices You soldiers must bear the burden. Each soldier, a finger digging themselves Into the tough stressful shell. Fingernails stained with orange blood, Eyes blinded by the same tangy juices. It never slips off in one go Like a roomy balaclava, But crumbles like the remnants of a bombing. Brick by brick, orange by orange it crumbles. Now it is finally undone But neither tree nor man has won. The preparation The crust collapsed, but now It is time to untangle the web the mantle holds. First, a division – the separation of brothers Who served side by side at birth. Dissected by these soldiers Acting as a bomb squad, Searching for those hidden pips. Found, but not without casualties – Sticky fingers with no taps in sight. Once removed the web is untangled. Tired, he hopes that the stress will swiftly end Unaware that the sweetness was just pretend. The pain Finally the moment has arrived And illogical ceremonies commence. I fear the celebration is far too soon, For as white touches orange and tries So desperately to unite, The tartly taste slays the poor man’s buds: Igniting like petrol on his burning tongue. He wishes he could return that orange To the green tree to which it belongs, To return a bullet-sprayed windscreen is not an option. The orange, once bitten, enjoys its trance Latching on to those pained tingling taste buds. His orange, a disaster to undress: Bad taste – a foolish price for such a mess.
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Feb 14, 2011
Feb 14, 2011 at 12:06 PM UTC
Orange
The pick All the stress that an orange has caused is painful. It is painful for the tree from which it came. Snatched away with promises of sweetness. A tree mostly green, engulfing Small speckles of that deceptive orange. It was such a bright colour – high hopes! Handpicked by a man only looking for the best, Choosing poorly not for the first time. The green leaves frantically try to reclaim what’s theirs. Branch after branch reaching out, trying to uproot him. Close, so close. But they are a sea apart, At least an apple has a core, a heart. The peel Now it is pilfered, the painful process begins, Never quite ending: disappointment beckons. To try and taste these orange juices You soldiers must bear the burden. Each soldier, a finger digging themselves Into the tough stressful shell. Fingernails stained with orange blood, Eyes blinded by the same tangy juices. It never slips off in one go Like a roomy balaclava, But crumbles like the remnants of a bombing. Brick by brick, orange by orange it crumbles. Now it is finally undone But neither tree nor man has won. The preparation The crust collapsed, but now It is time to untangle the web the mantle holds. First, a division – the separation of brothers Who served side by side at birth. Dissected by these soldiers Acting as a bomb squad, Searching for those hidden pips. Found, but not without casualties – Sticky fingers with no taps in sight. Once removed the web is untangled. Tired, he hopes that the stress will swiftly end Unaware that the sweetness was just pretend. The pain Finally the moment has arrived And illogical ceremonies commence. I fear the celebration is far too soon, For as white touches orange and tries So desperately to unite, The tartly taste slays the poor man’s buds: Igniting like petrol on his burning tongue. He wishes he could return that orange To the green tree to which it belongs, To return a bullet-sprayed windscreen is not an option. The orange, once bitten, enjoys its trance Latching on to those pained tingling taste buds. His orange, a disaster to undress: Bad taste – a foolish price for such a mess.
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Pleasure, oh pleasure sitting in silence Among the lime trees The silence of delight A perfect pardon Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees No hurry, no hurry To go anywhere While strangers offer smiles Such perfect smiles Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees Magic a specialisation A practical specialisation Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees People of all kinds Come streaming by Pilot people Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees People passing with such power Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees All power is violence Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees Pleasure, oh pleasure Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees No power is needed here Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees Only truth and justice Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees No grievous ache remains a mystery Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees That purple mass made clear Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees An aroma here Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees An exuding stupefying aroma Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees That startles the sparrows Identical sparrows Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees Other silence is unequal Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees A quivering tenor of silence Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees Gilded silence that flashes Hazily across the vision Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees Frenzied silence, irresistible silence Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees Silence split into fragments Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees Fragments that remain intact Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees Silence that vanishes from sight Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees A severed silence That remains infused Golden and deceptive Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees Like split up bandits On the run Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees Who race up two Different boulevards Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees A day return silence Always nervous and irritable Sitting her in silence Among the lime trees A softening handsome Lilac colored silence Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees Regal in its resonance Of romance Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees A silence of scarlet kerchiefs Wears a tail coat Has black raven hair Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees Trying to catch spiders Rats, little devils and dogs Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees Day breaks Inexorably in silence Over the poet Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees The unstoppable Silence of silence Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees Such silence once started Is unstoppable Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees Such as the strange silence One finds in snow Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees Silence in a deserted shout Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees Oh such silent noise Such silent noise Silent noise, silent
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Sep 28, 2012
Sep 28, 2012 at 3:46 PM UTC
Silence among the lime trees
Pleasure, oh pleasure sitting in silence Among the lime trees The silence of delight A perfect pardon Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees No hurry, no hurry To go anywhere While strangers offer smiles Such perfect smiles Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees Magic a specialisation A practical specialisation Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees People of all kinds Come streaming by Pilot people Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees People passing with such power Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees All power is violence Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees Pleasure, oh pleasure Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees No power is needed here Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees Only truth and justice Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees No grievous ache remains a mystery Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees That purple mass made clear Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees An aroma here Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees An exuding stupefying aroma Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees That startles the sparrows Identical sparrows Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees Other silence is unequal Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees A quivering tenor of silence Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees Gilded silence that flashes Hazily across the vision Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees Frenzied silence, irresistible silence Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees Silence split into fragments Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees Fragments that remain intact Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees Silence that vanishes from sight Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees A severed silence That remains infused Golden and deceptive Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees Like split up bandits On the run Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees Who race up two Different boulevards Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees A day return silence Always nervous and irritable Sitting her in silence Among the lime trees A softening handsome Lilac colored silence Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees Regal in its resonance Of romance Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees A silence of scarlet kerchiefs Wears a tail coat Has black raven hair Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees Trying to catch spiders Rats, little devils and dogs Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees Day breaks Inexorably in silence Over the poet Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees The unstoppable Silence of silence Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees Such silence once started Is unstoppable Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees Such as the strange silence One finds in snow Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees Silence in a deserted shout Sitting here in silence Among the lime trees Oh such silent noise Such silent noise Silent noise, silent
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Here's a story of the tortoise and the rabbit Petty fights were kind of a habit They couldn't decide who'd get the carrot And so they agreed on racing to the jungle pit. The tortoise made some calls and told the press He said he's sure of winning the race The rabbit sneaked in and asked if he's ready for his pace The tortoise trashed back 'get ready to save your face'. The race kicked off with much fan fare Friends of the tortoise were outnumbered by those of the hare The slow movin buddies were taken aback by the dare Some even shouted 'this aint fair'. The rabbit took off and was out of sight, The tortoise could only take 2 steps which took all his might, He knew he can put up a fight If all that was planned just went right. Miles behind but the tortoise didnt lose hope cursed his legs, wished everything were a downward slope the rabbit on the way came across a pretty doe 'Come in boy' she said 'you could use a cuppa joe'. The rabbit told her he was in a race, She said 'We dont have time, let's get to 3rd base' The tortoise skipped the route and to get ahead Took a bypass through the jungle maze. The rabbit woke up from the one fine stand, The doe confessed she was part of a plan The tortoise could see the finish line ''More than the race, i wanna see the rabbit whine'' With a happy face, the rabbit left her crib Approached the finish line to welcome the press clicks And this is how the story was spun The glory was slow but a deceptive one The tortoise laughed after the race was done Asked him 'how does it feel to be the slower one?' The rabbit said 'I must admit I had much fun' 'Procrastination is in my blood, if i get that I think I've won' There is a point which Aesop missed Just calm down and go with the drift Take what comes with the roll of the dice As for the happy ending - the rabbit got it twice.
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May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 2:39 PM UTC
The Tortoise & The Hare v 2.0
Here's a story of the tortoise and the rabbit Petty fights were kind of a habit They couldn't decide who'd get the carrot And so they agreed on racing to the jungle pit. The tortoise made some calls and told the press He said he's sure of winning the race The rabbit sneaked in and asked if he's ready for his pace The tortoise trashed back 'get ready to save your face'. The race kicked off with much fan fare Friends of the tortoise were outnumbered by those of the hare The slow movin buddies were taken aback by the dare Some even shouted 'this aint fair'. The rabbit took off and was out of sight, The tortoise could only take 2 steps which took all his might, He knew he can put up a fight If all that was planned just went right. Miles behind but the tortoise didnt lose hope cursed his legs, wished everything were a downward slope the rabbit on the way came across a pretty doe 'Come in boy' she said 'you could use a cuppa joe'. The rabbit told her he was in a race, She said 'We dont have time, let's get to 3rd base' The tortoise skipped the route and to get ahead Took a bypass through the jungle maze. The rabbit woke up from the one fine stand, The doe confessed she was part of a plan The tortoise could see the finish line ''More than the race, i wanna see the rabbit whine'' With a happy face, the rabbit left her crib Approached the finish line to welcome the press clicks And this is how the story was spun The glory was slow but a deceptive one The tortoise laughed after the race was done Asked him 'how does it feel to be the slower one?' The rabbit said 'I must admit I had much fun' 'Procrastination is in my blood, if i get that I think I've won' There is a point which Aesop missed Just calm down and go with the drift Take what comes with the roll of the dice As for the happy ending - the rabbit got it twice.
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Have you ever been injured past the point of repair Like hurt so bad that you don’t even care you just decide to compare Notes with others wondering where it all ends It depends on the pity party you attend The healing of anything starts from within To begin just accept that you are a human Being and that life isn’t always nice, seemingly Deceptive while its peaceful, but then meaningfully The storms come taking the wind out of your sails but to no avail you’ve lost control of your life and the spiral begins.. it doesn’t have to be this way… IT SHOULDN’T IT ISNT FAIR But then, everybody has been there, Seriously, everyone human has gone through pain Has gone through the rough winds, and seen their tears fall like the rain But verily like Shakespeare and the great deku tree I know that better times are coming for thee So stay strong, stay positive and keep your dreams alive Because no one wants to see another young soul die.
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Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 12:38 AM UTC
Hospital Call
You compose my inadequacy, this front which I present is not true for I do not want to love you and you do not want me to. Love is false; I trick myself into it every time.
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Dec 11, 2013
Dec 11, 2013 at 6:49 PM UTC
Deceptive decisions
Hormones raging...for what I'm told not to engage in, even if we're engaged, if it's not official than its still revealed as...fornication. There's a disturbing underestimation of the result given for this particular sinful demonstration, society has taught us that we test the car before we drive it, but the 1st issue with this analogy told is that we're comparing human sin to...driving a vehicle? But if we're going to establish analogies on this subject , then, well, why don’t we also consider these: do we begin eating Thanksgiving dinner before were done saying grace? Do they hand out diplomas and degrees for classes you haven't passed yet? Do they give Super Bowl trophies to teams expected to win? So how do we justify receiving the prize of an unmet process? Far too many have allowed marriage to become an afterthought or not even a passing idea our better judgment caught because man had rather receive a temporary pleasure that sin conceives birthed in disobedience, deceptive grip around your conscience until your choked by the demands of a lustful flesh that wants to be fed in continual expedience. Or...Maybe, I’m just being a hater, fighting not to be twistedly envious and curious of a world that I’m forbidden to embrace.  Or Maybe I’m fighting...the temptation and frustration of being a single man patiently searching for that good thing and the favor my Father blesses along with her. Maybe I’m fighting...not to nosedive into the bottomless trap laid for human souls, lured in by lack, of self-control. It troubles me in just how simple... he brags and boasts then plots and plans his next victim in the desecration of his and her Creator’s Temple. But It’s not all his fault, because it was up to her to give him the key to this priceless location better known as her body.
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Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 12:59 PM UTC
Flee!
Hormones raging...for what I'm told not to engage in, even if we're engaged, if it's not official than its still revealed as...fornication. There's a disturbing underestimation of the result given for this particular sinful demonstration, society has taught us that we test the car before we drive it, but the 1st issue with this analogy told is that we're comparing human sin to...driving a vehicle? But if we're going to establish analogies on this subject , then, well, why don’t we also consider these: do we begin eating Thanksgiving dinner before were done saying grace? Do they hand out diplomas and degrees for classes you haven't passed yet? Do they give Super Bowl trophies to teams expected to win? So how do we justify receiving the prize of an unmet process? Far too many have allowed marriage to become an afterthought or not even a passing idea our better judgment caught because man had rather receive a temporary pleasure that sin conceives birthed in disobedience, deceptive grip around your conscience until your choked by the demands of a lustful flesh that wants to be fed in continual expedience. Or...Maybe, I’m just being a hater, fighting not to be twistedly envious and curious of a world that I’m forbidden to embrace.  Or Maybe I’m fighting...the temptation and frustration of being a single man patiently searching for that good thing and the favor my Father blesses along with her. Maybe I’m fighting...not to nosedive into the bottomless trap laid for human souls, lured in by lack, of self-control. It troubles me in just how simple... he brags and boasts then plots and plans his next victim in the desecration of his and her Creator’s Temple. But It’s not all his fault, because it was up to her to give him the key to this priceless location better known as her body.
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Karma, Karma hateful heart in trouble, ***** deeds of action will now simmer and bubble…. That surge in the stillness of air vibrates leaves on every tree, the truth laying below deceptive layers where you think you’re safe to be. That tingly feeling on your skin the spark of fire within your eyes, a surge of deception fills the air as light flickers in the sky. An eye for an eye paybacks can run deep. Do you think yours are any different? Karma really does SEEP! Be careful where that energy roams Karma pays back in triple, for that ***** deed done and lie told can devastate, destroy and ******* ~
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Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 12:51 PM UTC
Decisions, Desisions
There is a certain romance of incomplete stories and unrequited passion.... A certain heroism , in unfulfilled ambitions and sacrificed wants ... (There is also Selfishness in altruism, Mockery in humility... Fragility of pretenses, Deception of senses, Armors of sensitivities... all those nitty gritties, paradoxes that haunt etc, but then...) Sometimes this happens, love stays and we go. Sometimes this happens, there is no beginning, nor end: through “ifs” and “buts” priorities distend the space between, what is seen and what has been. I picked your hopes with my eyelashes and thatched together a shade for us You caught my fall in the web of your thoughts, softening for me, the landing, and thus, we built a dream.   Sometimes this happens the stars are buried in the desert sands the lines dissect though you’re holding hands but for the heart that understands.... it’s all divine. Not yours nor mine. Sometimes this happens one understands, but it’s not enough one knows, but accepting is still pretty rough You may have all ingredients but you still need a “here” and a “now” no question of why? or what? or how... Sometimes this happens the wait becomes unbearable so remember that you know.... time is deceptive and it’s already tomorrow in Tokyo Arshia. Nov 26/27, 2017
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Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 2:17 AM UTC
It’s already tomorrow in Tokyo
One last time, I hold your hand, Knowing that tomorrow will never come, I've given all a man can reasonably give, But you are lost into another time and place. There were the days when we did laugh as one, When everything seemed so fresh and new, When I could feel you breathe the life into me, And I was proud to tell the others you were mine. But sometimes others darkened swift our lives, Told lies and led deceptive forces to destroy, Then after all was left were memories no longer real, And someone cried and carried such an empty  heart. When I awoke and no longer felt  your body warm, Or, smelled the sweetness that is all but only you, My world spinned manic out of cosmic control, With tears that fell like others a million times before. So, one last time, please let me hold your hand, And say the words that meant so much to me, To gaze upon your face and altered countenance so, While you walk swiftly unto another we both know.
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Feb 6, 2011
Feb 6, 2011 at 3:56 AM UTC
One Last Time, I Hold Your Hand
Direct, Physically dominant. Unargueably aggressive, Yet, So unnoticed. Recognisable colours, Hidden behind, Covering deceit. Deceptive courage, Fake smile, Grimacing strength. Cowering, Submission is granted. Obvious circumstances, So misunderstood, Retreat, Access denied. Apologies don't exist, Escape artist, Mascuerading as the helpless, Only the strong, Survive in, Shadows. Sudden movement, Hard, cold floor. Casualty, More questions, More lies, No truth, Is ever uttered.
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Jan 16, 2012
Jan 16, 2012 at 4:05 AM UTC
Dominance
Suicidal tendencies, alleged attempt in 2011 (National Scholar-Athlete) Bipolar with psychotic features, meds necessary (President of student government) Anti-social features, deceptive, manipulative, lying. (Captain of varsity athletics) Qualifies as a pickup. Forfeits all rights. Police involvement if necessary. (President of an all-star rugby club) Extreme aggression. Any homicidal idealization should be taken seriously. (Trustee Scholarship to a renown private college) Narcotics abuse. Marijuana, LSD, Klonopin, ******* Alcohol, Painkillers (3.7 GPA) Masks and shields intentions. Deceptive with professionals. (Active volunteer) I advise that he be admitted to a hospital immediately (Participant in community) Drug abuse counseling, medication, extensive therapy necessary (Leader of peers) Diagnoses fly like a panhandlers love affairs Your inexact science is a disgrace to what I've created A philosophy based on your experience Ignoring the dynamic of the human condition ****** for feeling to much ****** for not feeling enough
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Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 12:37 AM UTC
Alleged Dichotomy - Notes from a Doctor
Darkness peaks beneath your mask, Eternal lying smothers your task, To be accepted by commercial greed, It stimulates your mindful need, Of personal gain and broken dreams, Place your brain inside a guillotine, To feed your craving for nicotine, Among the thoughts in your caved-in mind, The wind tickles your troubles in and out of time, Your plastic-eyed dolls and cruel songs, Is a portrait of your desire to walk along, All the beauties in the magazines, Drench your face in gasoline, Ignite a match to force humility, Upon your flesh and your stupidity, You used to poke fun at the lifeless on the streets, Now, take a bite of that forbidden bittersweet, Juices of past one nightstands and lost lovers, Enjoy what is less taken to be discovered. There is an insatiable claim to your brain, Alongside your coffee, pills, and bags of ******* Wicked **** sour ***** and dedicated fake, It is your bones against stones karma will break. Liar, cheater, deceptive soul eater, Tis’ the future in the light of tomorrow’s eyes, Where in Hell your soul shall eternal lie.
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Jul 16, 2011
Jul 16, 2011 at 6:21 AM UTC
Wicked ****