"demoralised" poems - Hello Poetry

Inception Transcribed (Spoken Word- Freestyle-Dramatics) ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ==Inception Transcribed == by SassyJ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ (Copy the link below to your browser) Inception and intersection of human life are diverse. We are ushered as a blank canvas to the shores of life. Socialised with values, beliefs and cultures. Our acclimatised acculturation. Submerged in the swampy lowlands each sunk and wandering through and through. This morning I woke and left my house...... looked up to the horizons of nature. And there it was.... a revolving camera smiling at each stride I take... following me and taunting me. Unreserved in institutions, submerged in the ever decaying social structures. Why do we do what we do everyday? Is it part of the human processes and functions? To exist and be absolutely absent but present. I fret, then I smile. Trying to join the puzzles in the mazes. Ever questioning if I am here to learn or to be polluted by bureaucracy. Lets call for an assembly, announce that the town is dead. Yet, its people are gasping, breathing to fill their lives with a new paradigm. Look at me all cyanosed , the blueness of the dying veins... sunk in the redistribution and social panic. Re-engaged in the demoralised democracy. Look at me asking.... What is the meaning of life?

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Mar 5, 2016

Mar 5, 2016 at 6:09 PM UTC

SassyJ

Inception Transcribed (Spoken Word- Freestyle-Dramatics)

Inception Transcribed (Spoken Word- Freestyle-Dramatics) ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ==Inception Transcribed == by SassyJ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ (Copy the link below to your browser) Inception and intersection of human life are diverse. We are ushered as a blank canvas to the shores of life. Socialised with values, beliefs and cultures. Our acclimatised acculturation. Submerged in the swampy lowlands each sunk and wandering through and through. This morning I woke and left my house...... looked up to the horizons of nature. And there it was.... a revolving camera smiling at each stride I take... following me and taunting me. Unreserved in institutions, submerged in the ever decaying social structures. Why do we do what we do everyday? Is it part of the human processes and functions? To exist and be absolutely absent but present. I fret, then I smile. Trying to join the puzzles in the mazes. Ever questioning if I am here to learn or to be polluted by bureaucracy. Lets call for an assembly, announce that the town is dead. Yet, its people are gasping, breathing to fill their lives with a new paradigm. Look at me all cyanosed , the blueness of the dying veins... sunk in the redistribution and social panic. Re-engaged in the demoralised democracy. Look at me asking.... What is the meaning of life?

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Im not so religious but I came across a scripture from the bible of God that reads like this… Romans 8:18 For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us. Just few minutes later I saw a documentary about gangs in South Africa Cape Flats… Bad hey demoralised community… They were forced by the push and pull factors of life.. They classify themselves as third people in South Africa… The leader of the most notorius gang “The American” Believes in God…. Shocking I know… To have a gun is a norm to them… Kids dream to be the best gang LeaDer… Their suffering only brought misunderstanding not freedom.. They made it worse by terrorising each other… They are supposed to be inbetween since they are an origin breed of African and European mix… They utter words that I. The apartheid regime they were the 3rd people… Freedom days they are still the 3rd people… One of a gang member who used to have unclear dreams of going to the sea and see the world “Funny enough the see is not far but he failed to purseu his dreams” any way he utter words like “Black people are rich now, white people are stil rich and colored are in jail…” The Dude is outside but stil blaming it on the next person… Laziness is a serious sickness…. My fellow sister out the don’t give up on dreams if you don’t get a rich husband… My brothers its not your fault that you were born poor… Privilege is not always given to the majority… I’m an African in South Africa but white people always gets privilege of high employement opportunities… Only because they are still dominant as executives… We do have Africans at the high posts, but hey most are just the acting face for public sake…. I may have problems but I don’t let them overcome me, for I know I have greater things that the lords have spared me to harvest for I my self have being given the permission by God Him self to live his way or my way…. The best gift of them all life for free from God…

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Dec 31, 2013

Dec 31, 2013 at 3:03 AM UTC

welcome-kagiso-mogorosi

Inspired...

Im not so religious but I came across a scripture from the bible of God that reads like this… Romans 8:18 For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us. Just few minutes later I saw a documentary about gangs in South Africa Cape Flats… Bad hey demoralised community… They were forced by the push and pull factors of life.. They classify themselves as third people in South Africa… The leader of the most notorius gang “The American” Believes in God…. Shocking I know… To have a gun is a norm to them… Kids dream to be the best gang LeaDer… Their suffering only brought misunderstanding not freedom.. They made it worse by terrorising each other… They are supposed to be inbetween since they are an origin breed of African and European mix… They utter words that I. The apartheid regime they were the 3rd people… Freedom days they are still the 3rd people… One of a gang member who used to have unclear dreams of going to the sea and see the world “Funny enough the see is not far but he failed to purseu his dreams” any way he utter words like “Black people are rich now, white people are stil rich and colored are in jail…” The Dude is outside but stil blaming it on the next person… Laziness is a serious sickness…. My fellow sister out the don’t give up on dreams if you don’t get a rich husband… My brothers its not your fault that you were born poor… Privilege is not always given to the majority… I’m an African in South Africa but white people always gets privilege of high employement opportunities… Only because they are still dominant as executives… We do have Africans at the high posts, but hey most are just the acting face for public sake…. I may have problems but I don’t let them overcome me, for I know I have greater things that the lords have spared me to harvest for I my self have being given the permission by God Him self to live his way or my way…. The best gift of them all life for free from God…

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I love to go walking, at least once a day And see what I stumble across on my way I can cover hills and valleys, forests and fields To unearth what treasure the next stroll yields Yesterday my amble took me a brand new way Through an old wood with a black stream I did stray I came across a boy with a face grimaced in concentration A child in this ****** place, aroused my determination. I said ‘Hey boy why are you so far from home?’ ‘Please good sir you must leave me alone’ Then I noticed how tightly he clenched his fist And knew he must have a treasure to add to my list. I picked up the boy and grabbed his wrist I shook it vigorously to open that fist, Then I attacked his fingers and commenced to pry From the boy not a whimper, a whisper or sigh. ‘Child I demand you open and reveal what’s in your hand’ ‘There’s nothing sir not even a grain of sand’ The sheer cheek of the runt was simply astounding I would open that paw if it meant giving him a pounding. That’s just what I did, the boy got a seeing to I slapped him and kicked him threatened to boil him in stew, Swung him over my head and dashed him to the floor No matter what manner of violence the scamp took more. Exhausted and demoralised I screamed at the brat ‘Show me what you have and let that be that’ ‘Please, it’s noting sir as I’ve said before You can kick me and hit me and throw me to the floor’ Then I remembered, in my belt a small knife I decided to cut off that mitt and end this strife, Off at the wrist, open the fingers to look in the hand The boy wasn’t lying, not even a grain of sand. After all that effort and a day with no pleasure I refused to feel down at the lack of treasure, Next time you’re near to my house you must call And I’ll show you the hand nailed firmly to the wall.

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Jun 20, 2020

Jun 20, 2020 at 3:03 AM UTC

paul-mc-mahon

The ******** from the Big House

I love to go walking, at least once a day And see what I stumble across on my way I can cover hills and valleys, forests and fields To unearth what treasure the next stroll yields Yesterday my amble took me a brand new way Through an old wood with a black stream I did stray I came across a boy with a face grimaced in concentration A child in this ****** place, aroused my determination. I said ‘Hey boy why are you so far from home?’ ‘Please good sir you must leave me alone’ Then I noticed how tightly he clenched his fist And knew he must have a treasure to add to my list. I picked up the boy and grabbed his wrist I shook it vigorously to open that fist, Then I attacked his fingers and commenced to pry From the boy not a whimper, a whisper or sigh. ‘Child I demand you open and reveal what’s in your hand’ ‘There’s nothing sir not even a grain of sand’ The sheer cheek of the runt was simply astounding I would open that paw if it meant giving him a pounding. That’s just what I did, the boy got a seeing to I slapped him and kicked him threatened to boil him in stew, Swung him over my head and dashed him to the floor No matter what manner of violence the scamp took more. Exhausted and demoralised I screamed at the brat ‘Show me what you have and let that be that’ ‘Please, it’s noting sir as I’ve said before You can kick me and hit me and throw me to the floor’ Then I remembered, in my belt a small knife I decided to cut off that mitt and end this strife, Off at the wrist, open the fingers to look in the hand The boy wasn’t lying, not even a grain of sand. After all that effort and a day with no pleasure I refused to feel down at the lack of treasure, Next time you’re near to my house you must call And I’ll show you the hand nailed firmly to the wall.

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being in love was never meant to be this hard and the stains and scars that taint my soul were all laid to rest there by you and when I look into the stars all I see are the many ways you hurt and demoralised me but in saying I love you would be all but the truth because honestly dear I can't stand even the thought of you

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Jun 30, 2013

Jun 30, 2013 at 6:05 AM UTC

floating

I can't stand even the thought of you

being in love was never meant to be this hard and the stains and scars that taint my soul were all laid to rest there by you and when I look into the stars all I see are the many ways you hurt and demoralised me but in saying I love you would be all but the truth because honestly dear I can't stand even the thought of you

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A-ware which my Profession affects, no doubt Or Risk those Demoralised Bankers percieve Perhaps a Warning which your Crown enspout Dissolve my Tears since that Gun-Man's reprieve Are all these your Receipts? Claims to your Stub That which hampers my Earthed Reputation My Mind - enwracked - make Alien to your Hub All enjoy but your Ghost Computation I can find no Faults; Save which I create Then prove foulest Links as mortally mine To leave you Pure; And pursue your Heart's Mate Then kiss her Program for Sentiments fine. Be as it may, such Sentiment can hurt Yet still fine, for this Medicine convert.

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Mar 17, 2013

Mar 17, 2013 at 1:55 AM UTC

xavier-paolo-josh-mandreza

SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY EIGHT - TOM DALEY

A-ware which my Profession affects, no doubt Or Risk those Demoralised Bankers percieve Perhaps a Warning which your Crown enspout Dissolve my Tears since that Gun-Man's reprieve Are all these your Receipts? Claims to your Stub That which hampers my Earthed Reputation My Mind - enwracked - make Alien to your Hub All enjoy but your Ghost Computation I can find no Faults; Save which I create Then prove foulest Links as mortally mine To leave you Pure; And pursue your Heart's Mate Then kiss her Program for Sentiments fine. Be as it may, such Sentiment can hurt Yet still fine, for this Medicine convert.

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'Like' is just word, from a mutual perspective. 'Love' is instead, a feeling Incomprehensible at times. At times, We feel that love should never happen As it leads us down The wretched hallway of pain. True happiness lies in the correct doors we unlock. For those who are scarred, Afraid, Demoralised, Anguished at the past, Not daring to take the steps. Looking back at the past, Mostly regretful Totally. Then comes the pain,confusion, like the twisting mealstorm it swirls.

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Mar 31, 2015

Mar 31, 2015 at 6:19 AM UTC

man58

Love pains.

'Like' is just word, from a mutual perspective. 'Love' is instead, a feeling Incomprehensible at times. At times, We feel that love should never happen As it leads us down The wretched hallway of pain. True happiness lies in the correct doors we unlock. For those who are scarred, Afraid, Demoralised, Anguished at the past, Not daring to take the steps. Looking back at the past, Mostly regretful Totally. Then comes the pain,confusion, like the twisting mealstorm it swirls.

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**You make me Feel Proud, Proud sometimes make us proud,and sometimes make us shameful sinner, Live life without proud, Take beloved ones care without proud, Rise up in life with unconditional love and faith, Do not demoralised other in your proud, Be simple and sober in your life, Stay away from proudyness ,trecherous minds and sinners, Never forget yourself in deep proud, Proud makes you away from your loved ones, Mind it and stay away from it.**

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Feb 20, 2016

Feb 20, 2016 at 6:14 AM UTC

jimmy-hegan

PROUD IS A BIG CANCER TO HUMAN KINDS

**You make me Feel Proud, Proud sometimes make us proud,and sometimes make us shameful sinner, Live life without proud, Take beloved ones care without proud, Rise up in life with unconditional love and faith, Do not demoralised other in your proud, Be simple and sober in your life, Stay away from proudyness ,trecherous minds and sinners, Never forget yourself in deep proud, Proud makes you away from your loved ones, Mind it and stay away from it.**

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Devious deceitful dialogues Decrepit desperate dithering Detailed demonic deliveries Disgusted demoralised dirges Languidly loving longings Lustful liberated labido Lavacious liquidity laudable Legendary loyalty lengthens

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Mar 23, 2016

Mar 23, 2016 at 12:46 PM UTC

Happynessa

My mind is 2 faced

Devious deceitful dialogues Decrepit desperate dithering Detailed demonic deliveries Disgusted demoralised dirges Languidly loving longings Lustful liberated labido Lavacious liquidity laudable Legendary loyalty lengthens

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Let the bland world steer you Through the mundane motions, Ambivalent. Logic is silenced. Sympathy ignored. The vacancy within Is dimly lit, Desolate and cold. Continue on Demoralised Paralysed. Crippled by loss

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Aug 8, 2017

Aug 8, 2017 at 9:04 AM UTC

heather-horner

Vacant

Let the bland world steer you Through the mundane motions, Ambivalent. Logic is silenced. Sympathy ignored. The vacancy within Is dimly lit, Desolate and cold. Continue on Demoralised Paralysed. Crippled by loss

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Shall we succumb To the ill winds of sophism Accepting all Which is to come Demoralised By small minded Fallacies Rendering Death blow annihilations In slow motion periodicity To all those slogging along Through pluvial mortifications Kept at bay By the sorrowful embrace Of a smattering of words Elevated To pacify Those rent of hope Bane of reason Forbade all reply Slow burn percipients Of rich class leavings Conditioned to accept All...ill winds of sophistry Prisoners of ignorance Believing that they are free While.... Suffering through the confusion Of mass delusion!!!!

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Oct 21, 2017

Oct 21, 2017 at 12:13 AM UTC

keith-w-fletcher

Mass delusion

Shall we succumb To the ill winds of sophism Accepting all Which is to come Demoralised By small minded Fallacies Rendering Death blow annihilations In slow motion periodicity To all those slogging along Through pluvial mortifications Kept at bay By the sorrowful embrace Of a smattering of words Elevated To pacify Those rent of hope Bane of reason Forbade all reply Slow burn percipients Of rich class leavings Conditioned to accept All...ill winds of sophistry Prisoners of ignorance Believing that they are free While.... Suffering through the confusion Of mass delusion!!!!

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I smiled as you walked by, But I failed to catch your eye, And so I waved instead, But you ignored my hand, How did it come to this? I know you wanted space, But an ocean is too far away. What do you want from me, My blood or just my tears? I gave you all I had to give, Now you won't let me live, I'm dying in the rain, That's falling down on me, Leaving me with so much pain. You can drift and you can dream, And even walk across the sea, You may even think of me, As a distant memory, But when I'm thinking of you, My tears fill up my shoes, As they drip down from my face. We made a daisy chain, But you crushed it in your hand, You used to touch so soft, But now you wear a ****** glove, Your bitter words of hate, Lead me to regret, That I ever saw your face. We used to love the breeze, As it played among the trees, But soon a storm blew up, Now the wind blows through my heart, It leaves me very cold, It's demoralised my soul, And I don't think I can go on. These thoughts of suicide, That infiltrate my mind, I can put them down to you, At least that's my excuse, As I write my final note, To let everybody know, Just exactly what you've done. May you live with your remorse, May you never forgive yourself, May you drown in your own guilt, And feel the same cold in your soul, The cold you left me with, Straight from the arctic, May it burn your heart with frost. It's not that I hate you, But it's so hard to forgive you, While my heart bleeds on the bed, A bed that we once shared, In a way, I'm glad your gone, So that I can be left alone, To perform my suicidal thoughts.

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Apr 26, 2014

Apr 26, 2014 at 12:26 AM UTC

suicidalsmiles

Untitled

I smiled as you walked by, But I failed to catch your eye, And so I waved instead, But you ignored my hand, How did it come to this? I know you wanted space, But an ocean is too far away. What do you want from me, My blood or just my tears? I gave you all I had to give, Now you won't let me live, I'm dying in the rain, That's falling down on me, Leaving me with so much pain. You can drift and you can dream, And even walk across the sea, You may even think of me, As a distant memory, But when I'm thinking of you, My tears fill up my shoes, As they drip down from my face. We made a daisy chain, But you crushed it in your hand, You used to touch so soft, But now you wear a ****** glove, Your bitter words of hate, Lead me to regret, That I ever saw your face. We used to love the breeze, As it played among the trees, But soon a storm blew up, Now the wind blows through my heart, It leaves me very cold, It's demoralised my soul, And I don't think I can go on. These thoughts of suicide, That infiltrate my mind, I can put them down to you, At least that's my excuse, As I write my final note, To let everybody know, Just exactly what you've done. May you live with your remorse, May you never forgive yourself, May you drown in your own guilt, And feel the same cold in your soul, The cold you left me with, Straight from the arctic, May it burn your heart with frost. It's not that I hate you, But it's so hard to forgive you, While my heart bleeds on the bed, A bed that we once shared, In a way, I'm glad your gone, So that I can be left alone, To perform my suicidal thoughts.

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Regal, we must in physical form To the societal standards, we blindly conform Desensitised to find value in one’s own worth We are love conditionally since our birth Validation is our strongest pursuit Judged us wrongly, we’ll refute Our cuts and bruises have tales to tell It’s there to justify that we’ve been through hell Delirious to the idea of wanting is where the mind delves All for the sake of ideal imagery, we defile ourselves Patterned scars can be seen on our soiled skin As we try to conceal the pain buried deep within Why must we pretend to normalise such dysfunction? Have we become too shallow to even function? Gradually, we’re consumed to be demoralised To our crippling selves, we barely recognised Shackled to the harsh truths of our reality As we failed to see the reflection of our inner beauty.

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Aug 7, 2022

Aug 7, 2022 at 1:55 PM UTC

Tinniesama

The Concept of (Inner) BEAUTY.

Regal, we must in physical form To the societal standards, we blindly conform Desensitised to find value in one’s own worth We are love conditionally since our birth Validation is our strongest pursuit Judged us wrongly, we’ll refute Our cuts and bruises have tales to tell It’s there to justify that we’ve been through hell Delirious to the idea of wanting is where the mind delves All for the sake of ideal imagery, we defile ourselves Patterned scars can be seen on our soiled skin As we try to conceal the pain buried deep within Why must we pretend to normalise such dysfunction? Have we become too shallow to even function? Gradually, we’re consumed to be demoralised To our crippling selves, we barely recognised Shackled to the harsh truths of our reality As we failed to see the reflection of our inner beauty.

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