"deceptiveness" poems
They walk aloof among us
Three percent of the population
They reluctantly dine with us
Quietly, stifling their frustration
They don't look back as you pass
They don't want your conversation
Empathy is just an alien concept
They focus only on self preservation
But here's where it gets strange
We worship them with huge salaries
We beg them to lead us the way
We ignore their blatant deceptiveness
We hand them our hard earned pay
If they say bail out the banksters
Or send your kids to a dubious war
We offer them our kids and cash
Knowing that they will ask for more
Stranger still
Our history has been sculpted by them
We raise bronze statues proudly in their honor
Through our plain idleness and cowardice
They can reduce this planet to a nuclear goner
"How did this madness occur?" We question
Why do psychos run banks and governments
Checking world history offers a suggestion
To why we (the population) are slaves for rent
We are simply afraid of those
That successfully navigate life
With reckless irresponsibility
Unchallenged by others strife
It is those destructive characters
We plead to take political risks
In return for obedience and cash
To buy more power and obelisks
Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 3:04 PM UTC
A relapse into forgetfulness
Time never loses its deceptiveness
The tragic seeking of something
that is not lost
I found myself again through
words
My heart smiles
as I write.
Jul 28, 2020
Jul 28, 2020 at 5:46 AM UTC
Her skin crawls
Lucidity
Crystal clear night
I see through your skin
Taunt with self-deceptiveness
Cracks
Cracks
Keep bursting up
Boils and boils are in your makeup
I want to rip those cracks
Destroy this faery tale
I want to eat your soul
Whispering shallow thing it is
Your essence is a disgusting thing
Warped and bent
Withering between my fingers I grasp it
I want to burn it
Watch those pretty colors arise
From the blackened mass I hold
Jul 3, 2012
Jul 3, 2012 at 11:51 AM UTC
Spiting words out like daggers,
as she trips, walking with a stagger.
All dizzy with confusion,
falling down filling with contusions.
Blood pooling under her eyes,
from all the tears falling as she dies.
Little by little she's draining away,
with not much left to make her stay.
If she could taste the words wisely,
maybe then she could live finally.
But all the anxiousness
leaves a pit of deceptiveness
that can't seem to be shaken
leaving her empty and vacant...
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 6:58 PM UTC
With all of their talk about spirituality
Fear from the truth that there is no equality
Life that we get is both terrible and wonderful
Lies and deceit make us all become vulnerable
Spirit is something that most of us contemplate
Need to find meaning is hard to accommodate
Look to each other with hope for significance
Give them your mind with your version of innocence
I won't let them make me into one of you
Will live my life the way I wanted to
Each to their own and to each a hypothesis
Trust in my views or you’ll suffer the consequence
Make a new world based on justice and promises
Take all my faith while delivering the opposite
Why should I follow the ways of the prophecies
All it has done is create this hypocrisy
Choose to live off of your own sense of morality
Find your own meaning and make it your reality
I won't let them make me into one of you
Will live my life the way I wanted to
Take what you hear with a grain of deceptiveness
Make your own meaning and mould your own receptiveness
Stand up for yourself and show them your reality
Show them that there’s more to life than their vanity
Live for the purpose of life's great experience
Then all that they do just increases your resilience
Nobody said that the road would be an easy one
Conquer your fears and show them all that you've become
I won't let them make me into one of you
Will live my life the way I wanted to
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 2:56 PM UTC
Mangled,
From a mess of sharp tangles,
Comes a sad excuse,
Or a filler,
The air is not any less still,
From a weak word,
One that has no more energy stored,
For it has been devalued,
Senseless use has drained it,
Leaving the speaker as the culprit,
Taking value away every time it was uttered,
Using it the wrong way
In place of having nothing to say,
No way to get me to sway,
Attempting forgiveness,
With deceptiveness,
The misused word,
With nothing left to give.
Sitting empty across a screen,
Sparking no emotion,
Not even the slightest commotion
In a buzzing brain,
From snapping I will refrain,
Yet not for too long,
I am tired of this repeatitive meaningless song.
Aug 28, 2016
Aug 28, 2016 at 9:10 PM UTC
In the search of a true face
across the world
I see many faces…
Some unfold what they are
and some persist
under the veil of futile glare…
While one being a saint
emits divine fragrance
and evinces the ultimate path,
another behind saffron
keeps usurping
the modesty of the earth…
While a doctor justifying his duty
works a lot and
returns someone’s breath,
another with sham assurance
and selfish gain
revels in welcoming
the naked dance of death…
Where one reveres women
as fortune
and
one pushes her in to
the jaws of inferno..
Where a net of conspiracy
lies behind a crooked smile..
Where illusive tears
play with emotions
determined to drown others in woe..
Beauty there is deified
And yet
carnal desires rule supreme..
Hiding under
honeyed speech
man proclaims
deceptiveness is alien to him…
Giving a blank look
he projects himself as innocent
but there remains in him
a hidden criminal mastermind…
Who promises himself
as the Truth’s son
is in reality
a matchless fraud…
Swearing to be a true friend
behind you
he walks with your enemy
hand in hand…
Unpredictable and strange
are everyone..
But the time’s rain
washes away
all pseudo makeup,
drags out the disguised
of his castle…
But all of a sudden
my search seizes the real point
I find Nature and child’s heart,
with truth, are not poles apart..
Ceaselessly
display only beauty and simplicity..
That’s why on earth
the living incarnation
of divinity, both are..
Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 7:16 AM UTC