"diguise" poems
You can't fix something that's not broken,
you can't change someone who doesn't want to change,
you can't decide how a person should be,
you just simply can't,
is it so hard to see?
You walk around and try to control everything that comes your way,
you're shocked when someone doesn't do as you say,
you think you're God and that we should all obey,
the truth is no matter how much beauty you endure,
you'll never be anything more than what's inside of your soul.
Your soul is darker than the night,
your heart is as cold as ice,
I'll never fall for your spell again,
You're just a devil in diguise
Nothing more, nothing less
If somebody here needs a change,
look in the mirror and watch it shatter.
You're broken and bruised,
and give others abuse.
You're living proof that the outside is no reflection of the inside...
Beautiful outside, rotten inside.
Nov 11, 2016
Nov 11, 2016 at 11:45 AM UTC
Walking in a room or strutting down the street
Inside a tunnel of ignorance she steps or takes a seat
She feels the hungry glances devouring her soul
Pray that the gist of her laugh remains whole
Follow those hands running along the thin hair
Blushing as the gesture burns down in a flare
(Women are to be conquered
And you can take her with a gentle smile
She will drop all her defences
On her knees to please your diguise.)
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 9:33 AM UTC
Seductive being.
You have captured my eyes.
Blown away by an angel.
Tricked by diguise.
I'm lead astray by this angel.
The way she courses with grace.
So I follow the shadow.
Fooled by the veil on her face.
I have commited a crime.
I have visualized this affair.
Acknowledging this moment.
This innocent state of mind.
I admitt that this diversion.
Has corrupted me inside.
Leaving me empty.
Leaving me alive.
I'm drawn by her beauty.
Harmonizing her rythm.
While she harmonizes with mine.
Concious of this unlawful act.
Acheiving the impossible.
Acheiving this lie.
Aug 5, 2010
Aug 5, 2010 at 9:40 PM UTC
poetic truth tastes like risk
like a sting of dread
it's the apprecation of a frown
prayers in diguise
footsteps that dance in pain
a glorious shelter of ****** compassion
Oct 29, 2016
Oct 29, 2016 at 10:39 AM UTC
the people where work goes on,
have their faces strapped to their computers,
while the thumbs have texting down to a science,
gravity
speed of light
a thumb in motion tends to stay a thumb,
the people where the commute takes place,
get bus(ted), and are in the sky train(ing)
for hours every year while others have car(diac)
arrests for texting while driving or is it driving while
testing the limits of the laws of physics and hand eye
coordination a n d d i d y o u s ee a s l o w
down
in
the
reaction ...
................... crash,
the people that live in houses and so many paths
wear out the carpet, wear out the floor, hardwood
or laminate, but their thumbs never wear out,
they just grow new ones or more thumbs,
I saw a movie once recently about the end of the
world, and there were certain people who had no
thumbs,...before the world collapsed I am sure this
became the punishment for texting and operating
a vehicle stupidly.
crossing paths, crossing lives, each has at least one cross
to bear, it is bare, but all these lives, from a look,
from a lighted window, to a parked car, a man walking his dog,
to the person you meet in transit, on foot,
do you see their eyes,
is there pain in diguise?
do you even notice
or is it just another lotus
flower in the swamp
called life
called strife,
news said it was a knife,
cutting the strands attached
to each one of us,
not the fibre we are made of
but the life we weave with
all these fibres weft and warped
make society,
but all these unmarked footsteps,
tire tracks, electonic waves, invisible,
so when you wander,
make sure you wonder,
about all the people
on all these paths
and therefore sonder
in awe, go in peace
©DWE022014
Feb 23, 2014
Feb 23, 2014 at 12:19 AM UTC
*little dove
where's your love
where's the smile you're so proud of?
you know good and well you can't fly
without your daily dose of hugs
little dove
where's your laugh
where's your mouth thats fast
little dove
where's your love
where's the wings your so proud of?
do a little trick in the air
show everybody that you don't care
do a little trick in the air
little dove
see how high in the air you can go
see how low to the ocean you can flow
let your wings touch the experiances
little dove
let it go
don't let them win your eyes
there too beautiful to diguise
fix your eyes on the clouds flying by
to let your wings on the ground
is to say you never flew at all
little dove
little dove
you aren't that small
little dove
where's your love
where's the smile you're so proud of?
you know good and well you can't fly
without the love you're so proud of*
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 10:36 AM UTC
Waking up when others, brothers and sisters,
finish the day, they go to bar, then the bus
mingle in the crowded fuss or get in their cars,
to go home slowly if it is far.
Alarm goes off, the
house to yourself,
sit in your ****** watching the news,
what you missed while you slept,
eat and dress, not in that order, as you
update your status, make your bed and the
bumpy mattress, pack your late night meal
ready, set as you go to your job on the border.
The patient drive, and you are not in that rush.
The hours nobody wants resemble people,
that nobody want to get near,
move through dark of shadowed hopes,
motives are suspect, call them creeple,
yes,
both the hours that move so slow,
and the bodies that hide, but can't diguise their intent.
You dictate the night, look left and right,
as people in a slowing stream return home,
their treasures packed away, receipts in hand,
passport ready for your command, to hand
it over.
There are those that "went for the drive, or to get a tank of gas"
Every one that passes though your gate,
despite the hour being late, smiles broadly,
as if to say,
nothing here to declare
go about your shift, oddly, questions
you do and ask these, late nighters to drive in
open the trunk, show you the receipts and
if they are in luck, they told the truth,
but
when they got to pay, they got to stay,
unhappiness empties their wallet,
then those three guys with mullets,
dare you to show them your gun; their laughter is like rusted metal lids, turning on a glass jar,
you being Canadian, don't have a gun.
You can still wish.
The night ends uneventful, your eyes
see the sun and know your day is done,
you will be home maybe to bed,
maybe stay awake, a chance you'll
given, you have four days off.
Night shift will ruin you later in life,
when those in the home will be able to
rest, you will be awake, no matter
what meds they make you take from the platter.
When the dark shadows close in, you have a job to do,
but where?, while
you won't
remember how or who.
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 9:28 PM UTC
Lies and lies,
A distorted diguise,
From the flimsy facade would rise,
A rag doll corpse infested with flies,
Now, I slice a chelsea smile from ear to ear,
So that you could see, rather than hear,
The broken boy trembling with fear,
Yet you spit on him and stay way clear,
Now you know what I became,
A disfigured monster all the same,
Yet you didn't **** - only maim,
So I'd come back crawling as a part of your game.
Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 6:31 PM UTC
Yesss
Im a black sheep so i can diguise myself
Keep an AK 47 on the shelf
Dont ask me Who i am?
Call me ****** i really dont
Give a ****
Action im built tough
Since i am public enemy one
The media will never get enough
Suckas aint nothing but a bluff
Sound the alarm
As the Dj gets rough give me some of that
Funkyy stuff
**** aint never hurt nobody
Guns leads to so many dead body
Killuminati
Is what i yell stop naw get the bail
And lets free
All my brothers incarcerated for free
Smooth. As a criminal
My rhymes subliminal maximum minimal
Is the wage im in rage
Get the twelve guage
Lets do damage to the higher powers that be
I wasnt born a sucker
Im ready to die for free
In this world
Ya need fame just to get a little love for ya name
**** hip hop is where my heart is?
But its lost dont know where it is?
Killed by the jewish society gay mafias
Women and ill know they'll despise me
Truth is what i am
Urban radiooo doesnt even slam
Promote sloppy music to keep a rate on
I used a calling card
To dail in i tell them cut that ******** off or we'll break in
Entering to the station
play old school records rock the nation
I see you hesitation
Scared of a revolt took the emcees then jolt
Them out the way cuz they gay
Fashion fad lookin' peculiar
I still wear saggy jabos stocky medium afro
Hard core
Is the sound **** all these club sounds
No consciousness surround
The black community im all for unity
But how when the pushin' racism G ?
But ya know my topics will get tossed
Lost in the hour of the chaos
Damnnnn!!!!!
Cuz of the rebel i amm
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 7:26 PM UTC
Devil is a lie
And he must go
What lyes beneath
It must go
Tricky beast you
Under a robe..
Playing tricks.
With my body under a robe.
In true diguise
I must go
Tricky animal
Under a role.
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 2:51 AM UTC
a poisonous chemical
behind those sweet eyes.
the truth is indigestible,
a true master of diguise.
perpetual or ephemeral?
trapped in this labyrinth of lies.
so innocent so gullible
led to my fateful demise.
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 5:47 AM UTC
Everytime I open my eyes,
I see these strangers
in diguise
just floating through time
with their soft spoken lies.
Did they paint their own mask by choice?
Or did society?
Did they ever know they had a voice?
Or did they learn to roam silently
in a world that deprived them of their own privacy?
I dream of telling each and every veiled citizen that it is okay...
to beg them to meet who they already are - not to run, but to stay.
If you open your eyes and don't see what I see,
that doesn't mean we can't be
like the waves of the sea.
We roll free, and suddenly,
time no longer exists.
We face our fears, instead of running to find the nearest exits.
We won't panic.
Maybe these words should live in a bottle
and travel the waters,
perhaps they will reach our daughters.
A part of me hopes that the bottle lands at the feet of a father,
and he will then realize that it is not too late
to be the author through any falter.
He will prosper.
If you receive this message on the edge of that cold sand,
reveal yourself to the world
and throw me back into the water.
I understand this is not what you had planned.
- L.G.
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 6:18 PM UTC
I remember when the red lens of life was paler
my sea of bitter
just a puddle in the distance
And my raft wings
Blinded from the things that were wrong
By the briteness of my own eyes
Looking only at the can and can'ts and not the whys
Doing my part with a clear conscience
And a pure heart
The deck of opportunity stacked for my demise
And those I adored to rise
This debt I owed
This restitution bestowed
A diguise of greed
And power's need
The future to tender
There's no surrender
To the chains of gender
The crimson of my visions hue
Grows as deep as my sea
Jun 28, 2016
Jun 28, 2016 at 12:07 AM UTC
I'm in hell
Demons in diguise
Just hit up the cells
I see it in your eyes
You got grams to sell
I'm buying
Little bits of heaven
I'm sitting in the flames
I'll take it if it's given
Forget about the shame
Smoke a blunt then be blunt
I dull my minds blade
Dec 17, 2015
Dec 17, 2015 at 8:06 PM UTC
Gate 9
Machines made by machines stitched into the dreams of waking men
I see this with tar in my eyes
a dark diguise
for torturous times.
Conglomerates only use us to annihilate
sharks gather to circle wide
and
inside the pentogram
the son of
man
laptop computing
but it's no good him shooting
the messenger
which
by the way is the last carrier pigeon.
If you gave me a dollar for every dog that
I chose to follow
I'd have fifty nine cents
damaged in transit?
no ****
I was broken long before robots were spoken of in whispers and men were being taken to secret locations,
The seer is branded the madman then handed to the knights of the grand inquisition
a position I no longer care to be in,
so I vacate become vacant
machines run silent, complacent?
and I don't trust them
what but machines make machines made by men to take us to force us to war but by then it'll be too late
for anyone
and no one is listening
do not believe time
time is not on your side
we're at the last stroke if
even the clock can be
trusted
If I am the last man standing
who will listen to me then?
machines made by machines
made by men
who
when the chips were down
left us holding their
baby.
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 10:31 AM UTC
Courage in life
does not deceive,
the facts remain
in what we believe.
The hardest times
we ever face
are the moments
touched by grace.
Love's the unspoken
truth we share
while we search
for those who care.
Just know the world
before our eyes
usually wears
a grand diguise.
But if you live
with prayers inside,
then heaven's map
will be your guide.
Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 1:24 PM UTC