"deciever" poems
TELL TELL TELL
Me about the hell of sin
While I can
SMELL SMELL SMELL
The love-stink of your next of kin
I'll
BURN BURN BURN
My blood is made of gin
It drips down
Sticks to
Stains your chin
Lascivious and lurid is your predator grin
When with vicious curling rictus
You inflict this, you begin
DECIEVER ****** LEADER
My devout Sunday morning tweaker
Set us up in rows of pews
We sit and listen, you spout and spew
Don't presume us to be in virtue weaker
Than you, my fire and brimstone preacher.
Mar 22, 2010
Mar 22, 2010 at 11:05 AM UTC
sending me away
would be just like killing a
frightened mockingbird
sending me away
would destroy my innocence
swiftly afterwards
sending me away
would displace my faithful soul
-lonely deciever
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 4:39 AM UTC
i'm a pretender
a thin man in disguise
return to sender
with address hard pressed to find
considered a keeper
secrets about myself
i'm a deciever
some things i can not help
a reverse revolator
there are things i'll never tell
a strong detonator
wiring myself up to fail
Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 9:33 AM UTC
TIMID, Quitter, loser, liar, fake, LOVER, daydreamer, schemer, DOWN TO EARTH, lazy, cold, selfish, corrupt, COMEDIAN, addict, abuser, shallow, BIG HEARTED, ugly, hater, user, BRAVE, deciever, GIVER, opportunist, betrayer, CREATIVE, self-centered, HELPFULL, con-artist, chicken, idiot, SHY, nagger, THOUGHTFUL, crybaby, actor, HONEST, cheater, adulterer, crazy, AMBITIOUS.
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 4:18 PM UTC
The spider is a weaver
The magical deciever
It lays a snare atop the air. Come little ones. A treat awaits.
The pied piper plays a tune
He spins a a lovely guise
He catches children never flies. Come little ones. A treat awaits.
The politician on the stump
Puts the spin in his ragged tale
To win the minds and snare. Come little one. Atreat awaits.
Oct 3, 2012
Oct 3, 2012 at 11:38 PM UTC
Maybe I watch these fools
Because I want to believe
Or because I hold out hope
That one has a word of truth
For me
I've always been disappointed before
But I'm willing to accept a miracle
Were it offered
I have a gut feeling
These fools won't be the ones with that gift
To give
So what, then? Why?
Why do I turn up my nose and
Level a sharp cynical stare
At these snake charming hucksters?
I know all they do
I percieve their intention
I hear the lulling lilt of the seducer's song
That rolls like fragrant incense
From their serpent-tongue mouths
Lips chapped and bleeding
I smell the stench of their breath
All have eyes to see
All have ears to hear
Still the blind lead the blind
Their hands deep in pockets
The damage done
I sit and stare without guilt
Because I love to see the deciever in action
All the better I'll be able to recognize him
When he comes knocking at my door
Feb 21, 2011
Feb 21, 2011 at 4:19 PM UTC
He stands and walks, and makes himself as hard as rock,
He smiles and waves, at beauties and babes,
Then whispers into a quiet boys ears, makes him excited and confused with fear,
Then screams and shouts on the worlds redoubt,
I do not engage in a sinful dance, while his hand holds the young boys stance,
Caressing it up and down, while the eyes set on the young boy and frown,
He rapes the young one through and through, Forgetting we are in the Twenty-first century too.
Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 9:31 PM UTC
hold the moment
make things happen
draw it slow and slower
make it repeat
give this a breath, and so
live in now, live in this moment.
dear, time is elusive wanderer
and often a deciever,
dont be sure to let it elaps
and it's tragic too, you cant embrace it for forever
Mar 12, 2023
Mar 12, 2023 at 2:22 PM UTC
nine live's
cat's eye's
another die's
change some
change not
lucky charm
who's fault
some hurt
some lie
some passify
failing anger
failing love
let me run a marathone
just to find your hate
lier
cheater
deciever
surely you keep
hiding from yourself
nine live's
none left
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 12:50 PM UTC
You make me feel so fine
Day breaks like a burning ember
Too soon it always seems
Stay up all night and listen
To a waking dream
Where is the magic sleeping
I used to feel it all the time
But now I lie and listen
To a broken melody
Where is that meaning sleeping
I used to feel it all the time
I left one night when you were sleeping
In somebody elses bed
I can feel it in a moment
Like a rush of blood into my head
A needle to another vein
I want you to know I wake up
In the same old world as you
What makes us so different
A world thats crazy
A sky so blue
Cloud number nine
Came right on time
Like a rush of smoke into my lungs
I think I hear a whisper
On the reciever
Your a deciever
Dream Breather
Nov 20, 2011
Nov 20, 2011 at 9:05 PM UTC
Believe whats called true
The words that create this illusion
Believe it will confuse you
Those words are an intrusion
Mind has been twisted
As the lies been deceptive
I am but a believer
Words alone can't be the deciever
A tongue that withholds
The intention of a soul
Forgets that truth lies
In depth with their eyes
Dec 28, 2012
Dec 28, 2012 at 9:05 PM UTC
Remember when you touched me
as I said "no"
Remember how you kissed me
with such urgency to take that first bit of innocence
Remember as I pushed you away
and you got mad but zipped your pants anyways
and the only reason I followed was because
you were my ride home.
Remember how you had THE NERVE
to ask me for money
after how you had just touched me
and the only reason I did not slap you
was because you had made that poor little girl
afraid
of everything.
But tell me,
you MUST remember when I came to realize
the man I was with was best friends
with a criminal,
a deciever,
a lousy excuse of a man whom took this
hardly-14 year old girl's first bit off innocence
and discretely- her last
You must remember the denial.
You must remember how you called me a liar,
a fake,
an attention
seeking
*****
You must remember wishing hatred upon me.
My poor excuse for a man,
but do you not remember
the beginning of a catastrophy
that only you
had the power,
underneath those grimy wandering hands,
to start ?
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 7:09 PM UTC
the fire in my eyes, ceases
except in the light
of the poor reciever at the end of my deciever
plump sanguine lips
glossed over in the saliva of guys
i've fabricated a magical mask spiked with lies
to taste the lips of "lovers"
an ego boost
a hoaxed siren with naively forged wings
covered in *****
of those who are not smart enough to see
when something is fake
like a mad medusa witch
i understand now why some women took the hand of evil
but the angel inside me
breathes she doesn't want to hurt people anymore
and the devil will not walk out the door
so i'll hurt myself instead
with a bullet to my head
a splash of colour
and i'm dead
with real wings
instead
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 7:34 AM UTC
Your a brittle ***** believer dreaming of the days
A devil hearted deciever
A careful little game
Of listening for a phone to ring
The static, the reciever, talk until you say
Something I believe in
Careful in your ways
I say goodbye
I'll miss you
I wish that you could stay,
But
Your a danger to yourself
Finding your own way out
Means a bullet to your brain
Finding your own way home
Singing all the way
Nov 24, 2011
Nov 24, 2011 at 12:04 AM UTC
Seven seals will be broken,
Seven angelic horns will sound.
Nation will turn against nation,
There shall be evil all around.
The Deciever will take many,
Poor souls ensnared within his blasphemy.
Many will be persecuted for following our Saviour; our Lord Almighty,
Giving are lives so that others will know the truth is a worthy priority.
I will not bow to the false prophet,
I will not fall into the web of lies.
I am a Believer and they can't stop it,
For Him i will give up all; even if that means my life.
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 3:28 PM UTC
When was the last time I. Panted. For the water. . ?
When was the last time I. Knelt. before his throne. . ?
The deciever. Will come up to me and say '. Sickness. Be gone '.
But. It's. In Christ. Alone we are saved , in him salvation is found .,
every knee. Laid low .
Pockets of water gather on mountain tops .
From rills to ravines , gush and flow . .
Rocks from volcanoes solidify. ,
turn to crystal dreams in granit lost in space and time .
born from magma. They are formed
Only in time , only in time .
Yet in a cave in my mountain my kings hand is never over my cup ,
nor my goblet. Left dry .
In the shadow of my mountain. Trees find water , prosper in every season .
Then in '. Eighteen hundred. and frozen to death ' came a rolling doŵn
My mountain , a. Thick cloud covered. This ball of clay in the heavens .
Birds fell from the sky ,
Fish floated in the water ,
Farmers. Returned. Fleeces. To their beasts of the field .
Poets. Retreated indoors ,
Out of dreams Frankenstein wax born .
'.Bread or blood ' the peasants cry
God hast. Breathed. On our green fields. and turned them to a white frozen waste lands .
'.or has Napolian. Captured. The sun ?
Out. Of this misery. the deceives. Came .
The ear twitchers. Listened ,
Gods book found new. Chapters. ,
To profits of the new age .
Oh you. Can still , even now hear them knocking on your door .
Listen carefully ,
Stay alert . !
For as Eligh. Layed. Twelve stones
Baal. Men danced. ,
As. Eligh. Called down from heaven
Baal s. Men ran ,
And as Eligh. Came a looking ,
Fire and water reigned down .
One God of the land .
Yet even today there's. A heart break a coming my way .
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 5:23 AM UTC
Nothing compares to deep conversation
That fills moments throughout the day
Your eyes glisten brighter than the moon
Wear a smile that takes my breath away
Night's mysterious magnetic field
Nothing like the pull of your gravity
Your voice keeps me anchored
Protected from outside depravity
Cannot find hesitation in your touch
No spoken words carry fear, doubt
You leave, I capture your essence
Place to place I roam about
I scrub my skin, wash my past down the drain
Hands are wrinkled under a leaden waterfall
Noise from newly-born wishes echo
Songs of emotion off the ceiling and walls
Your steady calm carries to my head
Always ready, in fear of no one
Charming, witty, a natural deciever
War-fueled strength challenged by none
If I could, I would bottle your light
I can't, so I try to memorize
Your hand and mine fit together
Space of doubt between your eyes
Have to force my gaze away
Too easy to lose myself in your lines
When you touch my naked flesh
Swear the galaxy aligns
Trying to make changes you deserve
Make something of our supply of tears
A future for hands to arrange
Melt into as we conquer the years
Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 6:32 PM UTC
I'm trading the bright lights for the bluest skies
My eyes have ever seen
The jungle of asphalt that I now walk
For the purest of golden streets
This one room shack in which I live
For a mansion of many rooms
The lies told by the deciever
For an eternity of truth
I'm trading the aches the pain the guilt the shame
For a soul that's sastisfied
As these bones and flesh return to dust
Greeted by the other side
Where I will meet my maker
And His Son face to face
Praising Jesus as my Savior
Throughout my never ending days
I'm trading in the corruption
And all of sins control
As it has given me nothing
But evil desires of want
When I breathe my final breath of this life
On that glorious day
Leaving all of this behind
When I make the trade
Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 8:51 AM UTC