"deluted" poems
Take a look at my facebook.
Myspace seems to have been erased.
Pinterest.com has potential, coincidential.
Deleting websites is mental. Disneyland, Ireland, Iceland, Greenland, & Scotland are all countries I want to travel but know I never will
even though it seems chill?
Expand horizons in real life or online.
Remain no one's wife, and be fine.
Write poems that make sense & rhyme.
When people shoot others for no reason.
Is the water they drank polluted.
Or is it just the wrong place & the wrong season.
Or are they just mentally deluted?
A confusion, a delusion, a hallucagin, or persecution?
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 9:22 PM UTC
within my own inflexibility My rigidity deteriorates me
circumstances are changing
these are potentials I’m afraid to correct
I become carried away when I identify with stimuli
I’m boundless I know no restraints
I’m extreme in reaction though I regret my severity
I’m alert to the patterns instincts fail for the need of harmony
I align, my emotions with awareness
an enchanted form of perfected grace
loyalty to doubt lack of power to concentrate
focus perceived illogically
spontaneously conceptualizing
determination leads to recognition in a position of influence
but only when recognized for being in the right place at the right time
the bitterness in rejection when overstimulating the mind
Even amongst the greatest of decadences
spirit warrior has no polarity
in nature of truth blessed this innocence maintained regardless
analysis of personal actions and effects
in an extreme state of self consciousness
self deluted irrational focus on what’s already passed
this inspiration that a rational concept can be established
lack to continue intelligence to endure
persistent re-evaluation
indecision in times of transformation
a deep and profound need to self express
materialism disrupts creativity at best
attracting loyalty as a gift
leadership sanctioned in times of crisis
a natural position of practicality avoiding conflict to keep security
alert to patterns of inferior elements
creates cooperation and results in management
the most successful action is powerful and extreme reaction
a boundless energy which ignores awareness
no restraint puts spirit at risk
balancing principals with energy leads to expansion
and properity
securing identity through careful consideration
opposing restrictions with determination
ignorance of innocence betrayed by action
when finding yourself in a negative position
the success of restraint lies not in abandonment
but caution expressed as a social experiment
instincts may fail for the need of Harmony
yes establish conditions for collective mastery
self deluted transformation reassed inspiration
to omit retrogression would be the sin of omission
to justify these time would be to mislead the mind
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 4:38 PM UTC
Whats left from the ball game
I walk through rows of soggy buns
And deluted beer
No one finishes:
Conrad creates a trash bag pancho
Brandon finds an unopened can of beer
Stephens still engaged to spider women
And the carboard folds like a soft taco
When I stuff tarter sauce in my water logged trash bag
I under stand trench warfare completly:
My toes are drowining
Andrew thinks hes a dog
Dwain gave up drinking six years ago
Allens speaking gibberish (we still love him)
I dont know why
Were here.
Each of us wear the same caps
Like a team of washed up minor league players
wondering why were still here
Even more when we have to work for the rain.
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 10:07 PM UTC
I see death in the form of a crow
As he watches me suffer from below.
The very city I walk in is destroyed
From riots society could not avoid.
The streets crawl with what resembles
The walking dead who do not speak
They just groan in dread
I bypass people's windows they expect love and care.
They do not see me, I am forced to cover up my face and hair.
This is the only freedom I get for today
As my master sleeps, if I do not return
as he awakes he'll beat me until I weep.
I survive on a short leash, I can't help but wonder the city walking in the blood of those who died just wanting to make peace
My name is changed, my rights were taken.
Seeing my family and friends is forsaken.
The world became deluted and I am
now enslaved in a country where most wanted to stay.
Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 6:24 PM UTC
My mind, is something you've never seen before. Full of vampires, and demons, and delusions. Words are deluted, I leave. Dissociation is the main ingredient for me to allow someone else to take over. I leave to a world of trees with glowing white leaves, a world with purple skies, and a land with no sun, only a moon that changes pigment. It is almost a perfect world, except for a select few faults. I don't wish to stay too long though, so I come back. My only wish, is that my world, could be the one I wish to stay in.
Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 8:46 PM UTC