"dishonorable" poems
Lairs twist life so it's tasty to the lazy
Powerful to the weak and crazy
Brilliant and seductive to the
ignorant youth
But even in pain, there is beauty in the truth
Even a tiny bit of deceit is dishonorable
For only cowards lie selfishly without preamble
As lies only strengthen a liar's defects
A liar's character, mind, & spirit gains no positive affects
The abuser of the truth paints with disappearing colors
Valuing the canvass at worthless dollars
For once the veil of the facade is lifted
Honesty, integrity and trust can never be re-gifted.
Unhappy are the takers
Or why else be fakers?
But to devastate the essence of the believer
Measures the cruelty of the deceiver
Inner peace with self deception
Is the doing of one's own soul's destruction
However if truth be told
When lies gradually unfold,
Is it better to be the believer
Or the deceiver?
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 12:46 AM UTC
Gloating before the unrequited,
We find the dashing, sanctioned, and corrupt.
Their brave hearts undeserving,
Granted only by the conquests of their fathers,
And the favoritism of Nature's *****
There were countless sleepless nights spent amid your memories.
Your cruel indifference, the Nightmare on my chest.
You are unworthy and wretched. Disgraceful and dishonorable.
Unfit and useless. Discordant and dissident.
Your true love is apathy.
And still, despite a noble effort,
I always find my thoughts ...
Returning to you.
Feb 6, 2011
Feb 6, 2011 at 7:15 PM UTC
I couldn't figure why she left
so I killed her
killed the memories cut feelings-- severed;
Dismembered in these compositions, decomposition
skeleton's wish the fishes
she was swimming I could her listen,
how her waves are getting colder
silent as the ink turns to water.
drown in my notebook
choke like my love did,
no trace missing person drown in my hatred
drown you are baptized, opposite, soulless,
drown you just capsized, titanic,
roses
decapitate her DiCaprio
even playing all the roles I only get one Oscar?
you left me all alone babe,
so I safely took the safety off
like you,
safely made my core soft sole cause of secrets sore cause I keep them
no
I won't die with you Juliet,
slaughtered by a ball point to you I will be Shakespeare
and lately,
it mattered how I showered you with care
maybe
but it mattered how I showered you I swear
you left me you tempt me this weapon my intent
my motive, now I indent-- rarely but clearly this death will be punctual
Capital
punishment to you in my college ruled,
my hands electric
black attire
funeral-- my ivory dinner jacket,
remember you said it's a crime to fall in love
and I plead guilt to your probable cause
now the pigs wouldn't find her
not in mud,
not in dirt,
I'm on drugs,
not on earth,
still in love,
she,
vanished
the reality set in, even though you left I'd marry the poem that I killed you in--
I'd marry the words you left me with.
Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 11:08 PM UTC
selfish boy
took what wasn't his
young girl
more than a stolen kiss
deceitful boy
somehow gets his way
naive girl
wants him to stay
convincing boy
says all the right things
innocent girl
to the words she clings
irresistible boy
fills her head with lies
rebellious girl
morals she defies
detestable boy
destroys her heart
hopeful girl
love was short
thoughtless boy
drops her, he's gone
poor girl
still holds on
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 10:20 AM UTC
Last night I was betrayed,
again, are you surprised?
Last night I found out how,
alone I actually am.
Last night my body shook,
from knowing the unknown.
Last night I saw the light,
light I didn't want to see.
Last night I realized how,
how much I love the darkness.
Last night the light truly,
intimidated me.
Last night will become my,
biggest anxiety.
Last night forced me to open up,
open my eyes to the dishonorable.
Last night you drove me home,
yet you still drove me away.
Last night made me wonder,
will I soon catch a break?
Last night my heart shattered,
and has not stopped breaking.
Last night showed me my value,
at least my value to you.
Last night you left me in,
light that was blinding me.
last night you lied to me,
last night you lied to me.
Last night you lied to me,
way to many times.
Last night you affected,
me in ways you cant imagine
Last night. Last night. Last night,
will I ever stop saying that.
Last night. Last night. Last night,
will you stop making me.
Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 10:01 PM UTC
I care about you Tomorrow's Girl
But you are right to fear me
I can be uncharitable
My intentions, sometimes dishonorable.
You do well to distrust me
I do not always wish your best,
even as I pledge you my loyalty.
Your desires are interpreted through my jealous filter,
the Maya of my own creation.
I will wish you ill,
And neither of us will know it.
Beware, I warn you from a higher perch.
I have also trusted in a Yesterday Girl.
My deceiver she was.
And wounded I was by her
In the very sanctuary she had created for us.
Above all suspicion,
She cradled me from weakness to strength
Then coldly abandoned me with the scars of her desires.
But she is not dead.
She whispers to me still, of promises unfulfilled.
And I listen.
These I must pass to you Unfortunate Friend.
I can choose nothing else.
Release me from your grim judgement,
As I have long-forgiven my beloved betrayer.
You too will wrong your charge.
You too will give a Judas kiss.
Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 11:42 AM UTC
The freest we can be
Is between our Mentality.
Fiends try to ween us
From seeking the unseen.
Heed what we need from those
Who lead with dishonorable greed.
We are a tough breed
And we're planting the seed
For a new Mentality.
The history that we read
Is not guaranteed,
It's even ****** and mean.
There was no shift, it seems.
No awakening time,
When the people did decide,
That we were finally through with
Conquer & Divide.
Their intentions, they hide,
Through Distraction & Distortion,
The information is there to find,
And from there, for us to decide,
The direction to turn the tide.
Is this Awakening
Still left for us to find?
Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 12:35 AM UTC
Though covered in cigarette burns
And love stains this mattress is the only thing
That I can hollow out enough
To harbor all my shameful secrets
And instant regrets
As well as my dishonorable disgraces
Along with the faces
Of people from places
That I wish not to forget
But to never have known
If you sever the bones
That the muscles cling to
It all has to fall apart
Before it can scar
But as we all know now
Fallen angels don't fall very far
That must be why I seek sanctuary
Upon these rooftops
And ponder over these few thoughts
Like how hard you fought
And all the emotion that it brought
But now nameless and faceless
I am engulfed by the crowd
Trying to scream loud enough to be found
But my voice is drown in the sound
Of their laughs at the clown
So I kick off the shoes
And throw off the nose
Rip off the wig
And tear off the clothes
Like come and get it girl
I'm yours for the taking
But only if you can break me
And lately no one can do that safely
So hug me, kiss me, love me then miss me
But these whispers that I hear
And the sweet nothings in my ear
Better be sincere because I fear
That your name already became
Just another stain on my mattress
From another bad actress.
Jun 25, 2010
Jun 25, 2010 at 4:13 PM UTC
A sword, its curved blade
in an enigmatic smile shines,
concealing all dishonorable
objectives, stands displayed
on an alabaster white wall.
A sassy girl, hurriedly passing,
for a moment stood arrested
ran her thin, long, fingers over
the sharp blade, as if caressing
her lover, blushed for a moment,
then left hesitating, looking back.
A hot blooded youth,
his face arrogant and taut,
stood in front as if he owns it,
then that expression changes for this:
"I am it"
An old lady with
a million lines of pain running
crisscross across her face,
at the very first look, the universal mother,
had a rude shock, seeing this;
her disdain expresses in her voice thus:
"How barbaric! look at its hidden blood thirst"
Then, walks in the gentleman
wearing a green berret, as if he has
just come out of his olive green uniform,
marching stiffly as if it's a parade ground, he badly misses,
a look of admiration passes through his face
"What a fine piece, best for close combat" he rues
evidently he loves crude methods,
forgets battle fields are created first within warped brains.
A sprightly white lizard chasing a bug
accidentally steps up on
the cold blade of the sleepy sword,
as if struck by an electric shock,
down it somersaults,
falls on the ground with a dull sound,
looks up to see the strange attacker
that frightened him,
wanting to avoid any future confrontation.
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 11:19 AM UTC
he said he'd reinstate my file
but his word couldn't be trusted
one cannot believe a thing he says
many approaches to him have been made
to honor his word
but as yet not a word has been heard
he's left me in limbo
he's left me to hang
the wheel shall turn
on him in future days
then he'll be made to pay
for his dishonorable ways
he had no intentions
to do as he said
I was very badly mislead
Jul 1, 2013
Jul 1, 2013 at 12:30 AM UTC
This was unexpected.
You, the man my heart seeks.
How could it be possible that it is true?
Is it happening?
For me and you?
A man in uniform.
I have fallen for.
Stupidly I let myself go.
Where no woman wants to go.
You could die in battle.
Be blown to smithereens.
Take a gunshot to the heart.
And bleed out.
But I can’t stop what is in progression.
They say the heart wants what the heart wants.
But do I want this?
No.
YES.
My brain and heart battle.
Should I choose logic over my heart’s desire?
But how can I stop this fire?
To let romance and passion go denied.
It seems so wrong.
I know he’ll be in the military long.
So how long can I wait?
Is it destiny, maybe fate?
He is a good solider, he won’t break my heart.
But will I break his?
Man In uniform, leaving for the army.
What would you do if I asked you to stay?
But I can’t.
It would be dishonorable.
But the truth is.
I love you.
Man fighting for the red white and blue.
-Dedicated to loved ones who have someone fighting for their country
Dec 9, 2012
Dec 9, 2012 at 2:49 PM UTC
“If you grow old, it is your own fault,”
I say to Terry as we climb
the mountain behind his cabin.
Terry is wearing a device that transmits his heartbeat
by cell phone to doctors at Stanford.
Terry has a flutter, nothing serious, probably.
Terry has a great heart, actually,
something serious, warm and wise.
We ascend this hill on Tuesdays every week
discussing poetry and plumbing, our twin passions:
the gathering of mountain water funneled into pipes,
delivered to homes,
the ordering of words funneled into pages
delivered nowhere, sadly.
We discuss friends fallen or falling,
the arc of marriages, parenthood, oddball relationships,
each a story and a puzzlement,
webs woven of love and rage.
That, and motorcycles, we talk,
pacifist veterans who walk still seeking sense
of an incomprehensible war that shaped our lives.
Objectors, conscientious, we realized too late,
not an easy path but better than following orders.
We walked away from war.
He, the Air Force; I, the draft.
Branded dishonorable.
So we hike, hearts pounding,
the simple friendship of two old men
seeking the hilltop
again and again.
Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 1:44 AM UTC
I have a hole in my life where my love should be.
Every time I meet someone they take from me when they leave.
I’m beginning to become fragile.
Had I known love would be this violent,
I never would’ve allowed my vessel to enter this war.
Too much has been lost building memories with the enemy and there is no way to return from the heartbreak of defeat.
I’m not weak, just broken.
My sails are tattered and weary,
the cannon in my chest was once able to fire at will but now its battered condition has rendered it almost useless because it’s so heavily guarded.
The darkness that surrounds my heart is a protector of sorts,
it’s a heavy blanket of fog that keeps me hidden from the sadness in the world. It’s a reminder of the blood that was shed when I went to battle with her;
it’s the cover I need to rebuild the hull and set sail to reclaim the depths of the oceans that belong to me.
I Captain this ship and I will not be overthrown by the hands of women and I will not be defeated by those who betrayed me!
I refuse to drown in sorrow,
searching for treasures and trinkets that can only be found on a map that no man can read.
I’ve taken heavy fire but I will not surrender.
My ears will not burn by the cry of a siren’s song.
I was sentenced to a life of moving through galaxies of resentment,
cursed to bear the punishment for crimes committed by those who came before me.
I will not be punished for another man’s sin.
I will no longer give in to temptations set in the figure of a dishonorable woman.
Evils will no longer forsake me.
I shall never falter.
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 11:15 AM UTC
Milady, are thy in need of a handkerchief?
Or an escort out while we take our leave?
I'll shield you from those who wish to harm
Why are thou feelings so shallow yet so warm?
Must remain my posture even though she makes my heart wild
Even wilder than the desires of Adam and Eve's Child
Oh Milady wait for me, I have an umbrella
Who am I? Oh i am just a mere uptown fella
What do i want? No i do not wish these haunting desires
Anyone who says i am that dishonorable are nothing but liars.
No Milady, please wait! i wish you for who you are
No Milady, Don't leave me now after you have left this scar...
Oct 9, 2020
Oct 9, 2020 at 9:53 AM UTC
Infallible were the nights we spent alone on rocky shorelines
I never gave all those pent-up emotions I had to the king of the stop signs
Like you did
I never counted on your instances
You do kid
About counting lost images oh, oh
Dishonorable were the things we stashed when we were in Oklahoma
Counting our chickens before they've hatched and saying your freckles were melanoma
Like we did
I could always count on you being morbid
You may kid
But your eyes don't lie when you are sordid
Containable were our dark white lies we told each other in confidence
Playing the double agent just like a cave filled with resonant
Echo-o-o-o-o-o-os
Dec 25, 2010
Dec 25, 2010 at 7:37 PM UTC
Let's say a godsend is just a dishonorable mention
and that we improve ourselves with our own inventions.
Then, would we have the right intention
to merely carry on without discretion?
Let's say that you and I are real
and these miracles that plain to see.
Let's take two steps back and fit the bill,
while the ticket still has vacancy.
I propose that we just live
and swear to you I'll die by this.
Connect our senses with a kiss.
Let's breed romance with hopelessness.
I live and die by what I know
and always question what I'm told.
I'd like to see what you can show.
Your privacy is getting old.
Jul 20, 2010
Jul 20, 2010 at 12:39 AM UTC
A battles been chosen
Started from the lies you have woven
A government meant to protect
Is failing
That's what I detect
Defect
Dishonorable choices
Overriding and shutting down the power of our voices
The first generation to be afraid to speak
Is growing weak
Complacency is all the youth seems to know
Please tell me where did critical thought go
That's right, I thought I saw it fly right out the window
Creativity and education
Have been replaced in our nation
By drugs and thugs
Speed, **** and greed
Video games, dropping names
Glorification of stupidity
Stories that fall short of validity
The selling of *** has reached an apex
Controls minds like a hex
I'm afraid of what may come next
When the only concern
Is not to learn
But of things going viral
Sure seems we've found ourselves in a downward spiral.
-Tiffany S. Lewis 06/29/11
Jul 7, 2011
Jul 7, 2011 at 2:30 PM UTC
I swear we were loosing it.
How can you expect a regular man
To last longer than a week
Alone
On an island of sanity
Amid an ocean or insanity?
How could you expect me to zip my mouth up
Like a woman's dress
And keep calm about my situation?
How could you let me count off the numbers
Only to put them back once again?
How could you think
That white walls
And impertinent lies
Could mask the suffering fear
Swelling inside of me?
How could you touch me
With those cold unfeeling hands
As my friends washed up on the shore
More dead than they ever could have been?
How could you lay me out in the sun,
Watch crimes unfold
While you still expected me to be a regular man once home?
In that moment
With the knife lingering over my scalp,
I made a decision to get the Hell out
And I have no regrets regarding it.
You can chase me down:
Scream at me,
Rap your knuckles at my door.
I'll tell you to put it where the sun don't shine
Along with a dishonorable Section 8 discharge
And the little bits of my decrepit sanity.
Dec 11, 2013
Dec 11, 2013 at 10:40 AM UTC
Inspection leads some men
to brief resurrection,
But that course can also
lead to a defection.
There’s often some needing,
for a frenzy of feeding,
When we seek to feast,
on an ego that’s bleeding.
Is it real or some mirage,
lost in forest or garage?
So many casualties of truth,
how can we triage?
And this is that place
too well we all know,
that if you disagree
well that’s just your ego.
And right or wrong
you must submit,
Or be tossed from the circle
a dishonorable ****
How is it we can be so blind,
to not see we are of a kind.
Who run about with desperate shouts,
without a mindful mind.
In the dark I see a wraith
Perhaps a remnant of our faith,
Ephemeral and tinged with rust
Forgotten father of our trust.
I’m not speaking here to thee,
what’s this paradox I see
But you said that, no I did not,
Oh, what a travesty!
Walk a mile in my shoes,
see for yourself what you may lose,
Perhaps you’ll find the fit so right
that it awakes you in the night.
And there you’ll lie and toss and turn,
amidst the loss amidst the burn
Oh, sad child who would not learn
Please say a prayer for me.
Sep 1, 2020
Sep 1, 2020 at 1:34 PM UTC
**That night she was stopped
that quiet whisper of love
that gentle touch
it was questioned
the lights shone brightly on them
the windows rolled down
they questioned her
they questioned her love, her faith
what did her name have to do with it?
or her age?
she loved him, she truly did
they asked her how much money she took
money against a measure of time with him?
what did that woman mean?
"she's in a uniform, don't question her" he said
but she protested,
because she loved him, she truly did.
A societal mess- that's what she became.
A name in the newspapers
a shame to her household
a grave mistake.
he had to leave, her father said
you mustn't be fooled, her mother said
her crying eyes bid him farewell
he vowed that he'd love her
he vowed he'd be there one day
"it's too convoluted now"
Fate decided- so be it
Then it changed.
She walked down that narrow alley like every day
she was afraid to use the front door
everyone stared
they said horrible things
why subject herself to it everyday?
it's painless for her to take the back alley
no one notices, she's just a shadow
They followed this gentle shadow
they followed her footsteps
the tinkling of these earrings he had given her
they cautiously waited till that moment
till that moment that they could destroy her
bit by bit.
no one came in response to those blood curling shrieks
no one shone a light on them
no woman in a uniform asked her how much she would charge them
no man called her dishonorable
there was no one at all
just her empty eyes and susurrus protests
she laid barren, exposed in that back alley
it was dark, no lights
no concern, no questions
no allegations, no threats
no mistakes, no convolutions
it was simple really as she lay there
at least she died in honor, right?
At least no one would accuse her now?
Wrong,
that would continue, how naive she was even at her end
as she went from a shadow to a memory
without love
without life**
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 9:42 AM UTC
The 2012 US Military ****** Assault Agenda states that
One priority is to improve victim confidence
In reporting these incidents.
I'm glad in the four decades since Vietnam
The twenty four years since Desert Storm
The military is finally deciding to do something
About the **** monster it has always conceded to.
Tell me
How will you improve the confidence
Of those who have been consumed, chewed up and spit out
By vicious teeth that leave their marks on bare skin
On the torn sheets she was passed between
That are stitched together with fear?
Will you stop telling her that she has
"An adjustment disorder"
Funneling her into PTSD programs because you have no other place for her
Discharging her because you fear a scandal?
Squeaky clean reputations of the men you allow
To ***** their hands not with the blood of their enemy
But by the open wounds of their fellow soldiers
Entitlement is evident
When she sits in her apartment shaking
Because the man who attacked her receives an honor
A big production of a military funeral on television
While she was told lies about herself
Released into the world
Told she was dishonorable
Told she had a problem.
He had the problem
His sickness is now hers in the form of a pill
She swallows it as they tell her she is sick
She is wrong
But he is a martyr
Living in his glory even after death
But his secret dies with him.
So, United States military
If you want to improve the "confidence" of these victims
Instead of breaking their wrists
Try holding their hands.
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 10:40 AM UTC
Thou, dishonorable Highlan' skellum,
Thy dreary whunstane shall not see again!
Nor thy unworthy Clan Banner,
Yet my Blade!
Yet my Blade!
Gleaming here, owre,
At auld Stirling Bridge,
Wi' fiery bluid imbued,
Graving still deep mirk stane,
Under yon Steel Glare
Ne'er to wane!
Jul 24, 2020
Jul 24, 2020 at 3:20 AM UTC
When I write
when I commit words to a page
so vague are they, so seamless
that I become afraid
with the slightest mummer of discord
they will dissolve from the moisture
of our discontent.
When I write
experience unfolds
from my eyes, from my mind
that Ive never truly known
and yet
the feeling I describe
is wonderful, satirical
crippling, dishonorable
dangerous, and suicidal.
When I write
I am free
though I wander through no
galaxies
instead I sit and type, I write
and sink deeper into...me.
Nov 19, 2010
Nov 19, 2010 at 7:05 AM UTC
Happy faces and false smiles
A strong glare, promoting dishonorable intentions
Fake handshakes, not bearing truth;
And corrupt minds corrupting others
Ones that were once pure, stained with defeat
We are easily persuaded
Overthrown and defeated
We are human beings
Claiming we can conquer a planet
How can we do this?
When we can’t even conquer ourselves?
Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 11:01 AM UTC