"falsifying" poems
I sit in the top of the wood, my eyes closed.
Inaction, no falsifying dream
Between my hooked head and hooked feet:
Or in sleep rehearse perfect kills and eat.
The convenience of the high trees!
The air's buoyancy and the sun's ray
Are of advantage to me;
And the earth's face upward for my inspection.
My feet are locked upon the rough bark.
It took the whole of Creation
To produce my foot, my each feather:
Now I hold Creation in my foot
Or fly up, and revolve it all slowly -
I **** where I please because it is all mine.
There is no sophistry in my body:
My manners are tearing off heads -
The allotment of death.
For the one path of my flight is direct
Through the bones of the living.
No arguments assert my right:
The sun is behind me.
Nothing has changed since I began.
My eye has permitted no change.
I am going to keep things like this.
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The man in the mirror
envelops his fractal fingers
over my scathing sight,
seeking quixotic symmetry,
the apogean gift of harmony,
with his enigmatic allure,
disillusions me off vanity;
off a falsifying dream.
The liar traps me in his liar,
to aid in his endless search for perfection
while shaming me for the sins I repent.
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 4:58 AM UTC
Today the last seam ripped
From the veil of purity
I bound myself within
I’ve come to the realization
It was merely a handicap
Masquerading as a noble cause
So adamant not to play the game
My choices left me with no defense
No shelter
I’ve given too much credence to the interactions of chemicals
Falsifying chemistry
Turning a blind eye to deceits
In a way I was always aware
But I eagerly brushed those thoughts aside
Hungry for something else
Aching for some sort of natural connection
But when everything is coordinated and man-made
Manipulated
There is no such thing as innocence
Merely naïve souls unwilling to adapt.
Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 4:41 PM UTC
They publicize Education with promise of security. Falsifying all your leizure and reward.
Yet,
While you drown your accounts with tallies and numeric rallies they develop the technology to summarize, tax, bill you with your debt and fill your mold in the position you strained and craved for.
Broken and stacked back rattling
You stand on a pile of panic and,
Manicly fade into the grave they plotted, and you dug.
Technology is our downfall.
We see the button and push it
Free of refrain.
Curious, instantaneous passionate trust in all the oncoming waves of silicone information.
The image is cast;,..
It attempts and so succeeds in including you in this performance
This, plastic
These fading lights.
Everything
Burns
Out
So it seems our nation is fueled by a finite flash.
With the filaments finally finkled out, the bright idea gone,
The shepard is shot and the sheep are frenzied.
As the population grows great in numbers alone, the engine is fixed with rusted parts and the plan...
A long, smooth drive with the emergency brake cranked the whole way.
We'll see just how far mediocre runs,
We'll see...
Mar 28, 2013
Mar 28, 2013 at 1:08 AM UTC
Sometimes all the love you give
Is returned with a resounding deceit
Believing all the while, you are the cynosure
Yet, the centripetal force keeps you moving
Apparently, in sync with the lovers heart
When you realize, the asynchronous beats
But words are betraying the innermost deceit
Cracks appear, yet we turn a blind eye
Until it’s too late, when we stare at a wide chasm
All you want is to plunge into the darkness
Emotions run chaotically around the heart
Ripping away the veneer of love
Falsifying all beliefs, redeeming hurt
Eroding away the base of the relationship
It’s all there, in the saga of pseudo love
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 9:24 AM UTC
It's hard to walk
the dunes of depression.
Not only from the loose shifting sands,
but the presence of soul eating,
demonic illusions
that pretend to be poetic
yet are just rotting, hypnotic words
hell bent on falsifying your mind.
The ironic indentations
in this madness
is you are standing amidst
blue sky lithium dreams
of xanax desires,
stuck with rainbow's
colors pounding at you,
making you think everything is fine
as the whole world burns;
a "one day at a time"
horror show
that shouts a **** you
symphony in B sharp major.
Hell,
no wonder
I love the "blues".
Aztec Warrior 7/12/15
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 9:38 AM UTC
we can't stop our hearts from beating,
our lungs from breathing, so why
try and stop our minds from thinking?
they can destroy us once they're
overclocked and overloaded,
over-simplifying complicated situations.
we still try to forget ourselves,
and how they're always there,
but it's inevitable, atomic,
how time moves us, but we cannot move time,
only by falsifying hands tracking
secondary measurements, little ticks
that eventually drive us mad.
not with anger, but with sadness,
time slips, and we slip with it
back to innocence, perseverance ensues,
and we soon see how time changes
without our hands in the clock.
you can take your hands off the gears now,
and keep the time set where it was,
and before you know it,
that too shall pass.
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 12:53 PM UTC
making a playlist titled you you you
taking a pill at the **** zoo
******* fools wasted on the pavement
chasing waists on the pavement
i'm tired of these ******* games you're playing
tic tac toes on the cusp of my aortic valve
**** hippocratic oath falsifying fingerprints
i am to you, just an oddball goodfornothing sonofabitch
semi-sweet curvature of the lungs
tar-coated nail-biting feminist *****
some uppity analyzing self-righteous bore
well **** you, too, then
**** you, too
i'll do alright in the world, got some chew
that i'll spit out a rhyme with, all that hullabaloo
i am those whos, on a dead *** dandelion making wishes on elephants (such buffoons)
and finding that donkeys are nothing but mumbling tools
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 6:36 AM UTC
Avoid to analyze the brighter side and devoting the time to sheer demise does reprise the roll of shine in any eyes
yet appointing the energy towards the level of degree dancing against the apathy shall decree your presence is gliding into a free sea of unity. Combustion from duality, divinity through unity in reality it's impossible because dimensionally we eventually consciously know it's not here. It won't ever be here. Bridge it over and disappear. From 3 to 4 then onto 12 unless you prefer to see a realm such as hell. Purgatory, or whatever it may be called is not only your mind with walls, but a body whose physics residing in limits denying the finish and a spirit within the disharmonious limbs of reflections so grim from falsifying hymns.
May 15, 2012
May 15, 2012 at 3:53 AM UTC
Oddities of nature;
Simplistic conjugation of effects,
Experiences,
Actions,
Thoughts.
One not without the other.
However simplistic,
It is rarely made aware to the consciousness of any living form that nature is odd.
Therefore our misuse of time,
Conjuring and confusing our ideas of our nature,
Would be better spent falsifying the idea of time itself.
Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 10:07 PM UTC
since being found, father busies himself helping mother locate her copy of the report of missing person. if sister thinks hard enough about puberty she can pick a lock. she treats her fingers as if they’ve fallen into the wrong hands. paints her nails with white out.
I clean only at night. I scrub severely the bottoms of my feet in the event I start retracing my steps. any thought I have lasts as long as any thought god has
on volunteering. my one friend became my friend by feeling up the top half of a train tied mannequin I’ve come to believe has been falsifying evidence.
Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 11:02 PM UTC
Often times, abominations misled;
memories beyond travels abound,
with a mint of souls falsifying the "wind"
"flossing" our inner guide they intend...
maintaining a "dirty-game" like "secret agents"
what’s for the future?
having travelled from afar
is this our place?
to delineate as “aliens” scudding from the surface?
Who are we-but sojourners casting a dice of chance!
hitting the freeway, but for what "price"?
followed by a little "preparing the way,"
What else would we think about, anyway?
In time and space...or anywhere else!
Phew!
We are always here!
We will always be here...
Muhumuza Kenneth. E
May 25, 2010
May 25, 2010 at 3:38 AM UTC
I used to bathe in PVA
to hold myself together,
falsifying
the striptease of confession,
revelation,
forging a synthetic skin
to let people under, tear
asunder, take
a piece and frame it
like a rubbing of a leaf
or gravestone,
lock it in a locket,
gild your open heart.
One childish summer, I
stood on a street corner
with a friend, de-winged
ants knee deep, picking at her
sunburnt shoulders, peeling
her away, leaves to the wind
like a flowerbud
or christmas present,
trying to find her
angel wings
halfway between shoulder
blades and tissue paper
skin, volant as powder down.
Some precious things
are best left veiled.
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 10:03 PM UTC
*Blood Soaked Dreams
Rivals over my nightmares
Truth revenges over the falsifying fact
As rumors fly through my mind
Overtures of enriched fables
Embark on minds’ eye
As it wanders off into depths
Of the journeys awaiting
Peddling right past the path
Interstate mind flare, as it all gets twisted for U-turns
Questioning the mind-erased populous
As one would say… Where to go; Who to be
One’s enjoyment of rightful thought
As freedom expresses its pureness
Theory of moments
Fore the next second could change it all
The belief in the strength of becoming
Only gives the mind its purities
Focusing on the indulgence of knowing
That all will remain okay
Knowing the courageous path to take
A path which enriches the soul
The opening of my beautiful wings
To show all that it’s a brand new day
A lustrous event is about to begin
The striding momentum
Has strengthened its bouts
The meaning of reality
Its blissful harmony
With its surroundings
As life’s doors opened up
To shed a brand new light
A journey opens up
To play in favor
To Truth of Being!!!*
May 20, 2010
May 20, 2010 at 5:29 AM UTC
Screaming inside, no one can hear me pleading inside.
falsifying pride, no one can tell I'm dying inside.
Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 9:26 PM UTC
Something. It was always something.
And whenever it was nothing
That something came crashing in
Amplifying, magnifying, falsifying
Nothing is ever as hard as living
Nothing was ever as easy as quitting
Surviving was unforgiving
Dying was unremitting
A broken heart and broken bones
Diverging cries that we condone
Death is whispered in unwavering tones
A vacuous home; an empty throne
No one lone thing could change the world
For better or worse, all unknown
Transcendence be the killer of all
Be a hero, die alone
A broken heart and broken bones
Diverging cries that we condone
Death is whispered in unwavering tones
A vacuous home; an empty throne
A tattered quest
A broken trail
A sin confessed
All’s bound to fail
A heart of stone to anchor down
A heart of gold, a thieves’ crown
A heart of ice to thaw the beast
An injured heart, long deceased
A broken heart and broken bones
Diverging cries that we condone
Death is whispered in unwavering tones
A vacuous home; an empty throne
A damaged soul, laid to rest
Unforgiving and unremitting
A hero's tale, told at best
Rescript and falsely fitting
Apr 18, 2020
Apr 18, 2020 at 5:59 PM UTC
There's a lot of people out there who will tell you that they used to be romantics till they got hurt
And they'll tell you that they still should, and that they're completely aware
It's like a high you once had that you will never again reach
Even if you tried you couldn't feel, even if you cut yourself you couldn't bleed
So what I do when I ask you and you say I do
Am I just another believer who's killing the dream
Should I grab my things and have a way with them
Like you always do, and end up hurting you too
Or should I swallow my pride for a romantic sacrifice
People talk about diamonds like they never lose there value, yet they can be so easily mimicked
Isn't it sentimental, or is it something about mother nature's chemist
But everybody's got something to say
They all like their diamonds laced with *******
Talking to you is like playing a word game
And I'm not doing so hot
What is romance if I've already had a shot
What is a movie if I already know the plot
My script isn't true until it's old and used
Should I keep falsifying truths, or should I find something new
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 3:47 AM UTC
realize, realize
defense mechanisms
not on impulse rather
falsifying my intention
to deter my pure elevation
you took out the genie,
but the wish maker in me
got left in the lamp hampering
strokes to my mind in the past
that I fully finally freely let go
no longer wavering
now waving adieu
finding again that old courage
to pursue you
Jul 13, 2010
Jul 13, 2010 at 1:35 AM UTC
1.
It's all arriving now,
Live or die,
Quiet sound that crawls on tainted ground,
Be the saviour of my soul,
Swipe aside the burning flames and rise,
Ascend,
Atone mysteries unknown.
2.
Deep in the mind lies the ancient answer,
Fighting for freedom,
From the salient anchor,
Looking for what is already found,
Searching the past,
Condemning the future,
Falsifying fate to the encore rapture.
3.
The flaming forests where we dwelt,
And the old gods that before we knelt,
Escape the hell of surface fear,
Crawl through the fire 'cause the new gods are here.
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Oct 9, 2009
Oct 9, 2009 at 11:10 AM UTC
Don't stop me.
Not that I'm unstoppable
It's just improbable,
That you'd stop me.
I'm saving you embarrassment.
Can't you see!?
I'm not just anybody,
I'm that somebody.
The one in the back of your head
The whisper on strangers lips,
I can't be controlled.
You can't contain me.
You've never seen me,
But somehow, you think
You know me!?
You know of me.
I'm shown as a shadow
A broken reflection,
Of what I'm able to be.
I bring change,
I force advancement,
I am the future.
Free me, then
Help me free yourself.
Change is inevitable
Not non-negotiable
So unleash me, and use me
So you can live,
Like you deserve.
Feb 2, 2011
Feb 2, 2011 at 8:41 AM UTC
Sunlight! dont DARE you peek through my black shutters for I am Angry with YOU!!!
Thy falsifying rays of Sunshine you try to cast upon me will not wake me from my Midnight slumber!!!
I embrace the thought of endless Night and need not close my eyes to see it!!!
YOU sunlight, will not see this Soul untill it has been found by "HER"
Her who has cast me into my Dungeon of BLACK!!!!
Therefore leave me alone
I dont dare speak thy name or see thy purpose!!
Leave Now and leave me to my sleep so I may wake one day to HER!!
Mar 5, 2010
Mar 5, 2010 at 5:31 PM UTC
there is a simple mono toned beeping in my brain
and as its bleeping, i keep saying
these fireworks for stars are brighter than they ever are
and i'm only lost on this captivating island for so long
i gaze and to gaze, is a miracle itself yet not as miraculous as the planets risen high in the sky
and as deep as the resin in my pipe.
and the grass, so much greener
and the water in this puddle is much cleaner
although i've gazed for such a deliberate extended time
and how it flies
like fireflies or some annoying dragon fly.
all flies. do fly but how high could i take this dragon fly
until she loses oxygen and begins to forfeit her life?
am i this dragon fly? Do i really wanna to die?
Does anyone?
hold on
anyway, as i was saying
am i viewed as absent minded,
when dwelling within my mind
seems to me to be fine?
is it absolutely outrageous that i can't hear you when you speak?
or that i choose not to?
because when you speak, i think, and when i think i dream, on all of that which i percieve to be truthful and great
and stuff
but i'm just analyzing, and finalizing how i really feel about the situation.
and in that deep contemplation i am in a state, and as i am in my state of being late
you are awaiting a response. which you instantly say
"nevermind"
I hate the n and v in that word.
with their sharp edges and falsifying curves.
staring into space now until every color is one and every object a blur.
and then their is silence
and if you actually cared about the science of it all
you would know i only see what i want to see when i sleep
and so do you, but it's all the same to me.
i'll weave in and out of our conversation as i am
day dreaming of something blue, with warm heat rays
piercing into my very core.
it doesnt mean i'm bored, i just have an imagination,
what? oh...nothing i wasnt here for that anyway....
Sep 19, 2011
Sep 19, 2011 at 12:06 AM UTC
To the magical what are and what is's
That tattle on each other while riding on a naked leather
Saddle
Nonsense from the other side of a lover's fence
The way she preens herself in the afternoon light
Hair falling as if trying to take flight
With eyes that move back and forth
A pendulum of absolute consistency
Round about in Her love which trickles down a recent rain struck
Staircase
Nodding for from the base which breaks and ticks
With a fit of the nick bleeding from a cutting pick
Razor's edge in a pledge of beauty but falsifying cause' of another duty
From hair turned pin points to appoint oneself again
Into humanities mainstream realizing that it may all be just a dream
Where reality evaporates into a sky that slices into pieces like pie
And love was a thing to do when you didn't want to be alone
And hate was a thing to pass the time because you hate to lie
And regret was a feeling that never knew how to quit dealing
And obsession became all of one's reason
To keep on stealing
May 14, 2011
May 14, 2011 at 11:12 AM UTC