"fraudulence" poems
all aluminum alloy ammo
bane bat brakes badly basters back bones
come call cthulhu Cristo cuz
dead ********** dominate de download
even elven eternal endowments
fail frivolously flaming for fair fraudulence
grant good goggles give grandiose gratuity
how hella homeboys have how he has
If I ignore I implicate its implore
jack jacks jacks
kay killla kooks krack
LAPD locks la lackeys
maybe mom made mad monoxide
no, no natural nix NOx neutralizes
oh over overt opp only overlay orphic
please protest politely panic pretenses perpetuity
quiet quivers quiet queens
remember rage reaps reciprocity
so sour sits supplanters sat
to tell them to tare trail *** tat?
universal unhappiness underlays under us
victory validates victors vanity
why warble when winners wont waste worry wanting
x-axis x-rays Xerophagy Xanax Xanthorroea
you yodel yonder yet yahweh's yells Yarrish
zero zag zealots zoos
Jun 20, 2012
Jun 20, 2012 at 4:40 AM UTC
My darling you do know right?
That I love you in spite of every ‘in spite’
And forever would love you this way
I know you’d wonder-Why did I leave then?
Well sweetheart, have you ever seen
The sun and the moon intertwined?
We always believed that I
was your apple sauce
And you my pork chop
Either went missing
The delight shall remain incomplete
But love, you do know it hit both of us
How weak was the foundation of this structure
Infallibility is not something each
Relationship can afford
With which I perfectly agree
But only if it were for errors committed
Honestly in love
This moon would have defied
The force of gravity to reach his sun
Even when it meant burning his identity
My ashes would also have
Whispered your name girl
If only our attempts had been honest
Just for once
For the eyes drifting upwards
Did see us together at times
But hon, we were never intertwined
If only our apologies had some substance
If only our love were more than just pleasure
If only it were based on truth rather than fraudulence
If only we had recognized OUR relevance
I’ll not waste much of your precious time
End I shall this sorrowful ballad
With these final parting lines-
“That every night this moon re-lives
The vivid memory of
The light radiated from his sun
That helps him hide the bruises, ugly scars
Dark holes in his soul from
The world’s gaze
Shining brightly every crepuscule
Following a similar phenomenon
As that of the celestial sun- giving its light
From millions of miles away to its celestial moon
The distance in no way affects the connection
between the two
Cupcake we both know that the moon
Will never have light of its own
It is the sun that will forever be the source
And the miles will forever exist
And must be maintained
To prevent the breaking of hearts beyond repair
Prevention is a necessity
Since the sound of such an apocalypse
Might remain unheard
receiving none’s attention and solace
For sound does not travel in space”
Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 1:31 PM UTC
They are
monotony.
Pulchritudinous
aesthetics,
Alleviation
to
seclusion.
Do you not feel the heat – my wrist on yours
burn tales more rich than ours on nights more dark
than souls too tense to feel the eyes of God
draw shame on backs of necks so close?
Or is it
just me?
Conjuring
fraudulence
Accrediting
ludicrous
buoyancy
I know its there I know the life that flows
through limbs of mine can move through cloth to touch
the skin of yours I hear your eyes I see your voice
I breath you in why else are we so close?
And
innocent
And
serene
And
happy
And
secluded.
How can you sit not feel those things I feel
not think those thoughts I think not see your wrist
sink in to flesh as soft and pink as lips
I long to taste? We are al-ways al-ways
al-ways al-ways al-ways al-ways
so close...
They are
tolerable
Doused
ardor
maybe.
Benumbed
incandescence
maybe.
But still
They are
here.
Feb 3, 2013
Feb 3, 2013 at 5:43 PM UTC
I wish I could give you
more reasons to love me
but I am sorely lacking
in that department
.
I wish you could see me
the way I see the flowers
but I am sadly hidden
behind fraudulence
.
I wish I could tell you
how my love for you grows
but I am fully consumed
with fear of rejection
.
I wish you could consume me
like the waves eat the shoreline
but I am surely no source
of any nutrition for your soul
Sep 5, 2012
Sep 5, 2012 at 12:47 AM UTC
Providing you survive the drive inside the suicide lane,
The inane objections of several secular seconds will both drive you insane and tame the frame of irrational sanity,
Which stripped away the man in me,
And grabbed my sleeve convincingly to lament the angry laugh of free...
Enterprise; do I comprise of many lies,
As you do?
A gift or prize; yes I surmise the former plays no voodoo.
Like the latter,
Piter pater, I ask exactly, "Do you,"
Truly
care
to know...
If existence is but chatter in a blankness with no matter,
And no welcome mat to meet the merry-minded Happy Hatter's
Dash to seek that ****** infatuation with the sadder shift of anger which,
Shook the sheets to show off that the banker is an actor,
Who washes
Shame
Away
In calm, hot showers.
What empowerment.
We underwent the chance event,
Which supplemented discontent with the rich and single one percent,
How kind it was of him to lend,
His hand,
For both of mine.
What malcontent.
We thought dissent would overthrow the circus tent,
Which represented forced consent with the oppressed by blissful fraudulence
Remaining 99 percent.
Peasants, plebeians, proletariat;
We poke the U.N. Secretariat,
To ask again,
"Are we there yet?"
"Are we there yet?"
And silence is how were always met.
We drop it, trust they won't forget,
About us, suffering cold sweats;
As we fear unwanted debt,
They won't forget,
They won't forget,
They won't forget
About us.
Yet competition takes it place,
And twists that sympathetic face,
To grab a poor man's knowledge base,
To ask him,
"What do
I gain
from assisting
The likes
Of you?"
The poor man bellows, "you're poor too!
Like those who can't afford shampoo.
You can't afford my point of view,
It risks a loss that's overdue,
And money makes you misconstrue,
Existence."
And if existence is but chatter in a blankness with no matter,
And no welcome mat to meet the merry-minded Happy Hatter's
Dash to seek that ****** infatuation with the sadder shift of anger which,
Shook the sheets to show off that the banker is an actor;
He forgot the human aspect should always be the biggest factor,
On his spreadsheets as he calculates productivity's next chapter;
What empowerment.
We underwent the chance event,
Which supplemented discontent with the rich and single one percent,
How kind it was of him to lend,
His hand,
For both of mine.
This isn't right.
I question fines,
And wonder, where's the kindness?
What happened to our kindred spirits?
Did we leave all that behind us?
Is money truly all we want,
And happiness put second?
The future is unwritten,
So follow me;
Expect resistance.
Oct 3, 2011
Oct 3, 2011 at 3:46 PM UTC
I get lost in...
Hidden ideas and deeper meanings to what I'm feeling.
Looking for something real to believe in.
Over-thinking usto...start me drinking...
But I kicked that ***** to the curb and built myself a bandwagon.
That **** was poison, see...
I had to let myself help me.
Now when I close my eyes...
All I can hear is the...
Rattle-rattle-click, rattle-rattle-click...
The sound of round rotations, rolling over bricks.
Measured like a metronome...
Water droplets echo as they drip.
But if freedom is defined by the thoughts in my own my mind, then I'm frozen in the timeframe of tomorrow, never-yesteryear.
And I'm still a revolutionary, I expect the best in Here(point to heart).
And by that, I mean exempt from holding contempt for another mass of energy.
Another open ear.
Another open mind.
Another heavenly body.
Another mystical meteor shower.
Another alien species placed on this planet by a "higher power".
But who am I to point fingers?
To point out flaws.
To point out fraudulence.
To pinpoint the factors that built your facade.
To pick through your red brick fictons of how you think I should be perceiving god.
See...I get lost.
In a magic land...
With a tragic hand.
A tear in time and space...
A human definition of race...
One we so often judge with a 2 sided face.
Nov 13, 2010
Nov 13, 2010 at 12:19 AM UTC
There's no victory without battle
Winning isn't always a victory
Be pure to your countenance
Fraudulence will never do
Strive for excellence
Fight for righteousness
Lead us to honesty
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 10:31 PM UTC
Perfidious lover,
With ambidextrous heart,
You’ve caused my mind to birth
A doubt
Entrapper of my love,
I gift my disenchantment ,
For choking romantic
Ideals
Dear insidious love,
With your infantile ways,
Such brilliant fraudulence,
Has to be commended
Homage
Paid
Nov 18, 2010
Nov 18, 2010 at 3:31 PM UTC
Ohhh it's not your fault
Pretty little girl
You can't decipher all the
Fakes and frauds of the world
C'mon,
oh... Shake those thoughts of Frustration
No need to be so Aggravated
Agitated or
Devastated.
People lie
It's not that complicated
It's a situation
A lesson
An experimentation
An inauguration
Don't be sad about the
Miscommunication
or the Fraudulence of representation
Hold your head high
Don't let thoughts Amplify
Multiply
Intensify
It's not a lullaby
Say your goodbyes
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 11:58 AM UTC
Just Words
swindle
fraudulence
deceit
scam
those words cheat us
happy
joy
fun
laugh
those words bless us
depression
sadness
hopelessness
suicidal
those words worry us
bewildered
baffled
dumbfounded
perplexed
those words confuse us
awesome
amazing
terrific
outstanding
those words are us
love
lust
***
passion
those words excite us
jealous
selfish
vindictive
desirous
those words envy us
all these words can describe
everyday feelings we all share.
Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 10:31 AM UTC
Extravagance is amusing
But oh! Mother
Glamour can never out power
Thy love, so sumptuous
Thy hugs and kisses
Have brought my peccant soul
Back to the place of its origin
I beg thou to pardon me
And consummate me
With your embrace, so sweet
The svelte Modus Vivendi
In which I was occupied
Its fraudulence I have realized
Oh! Dear father
I do not care about
Those puffy cushions
And velvet blankets
All I want is thy forgiveness
That’ll spread fragrance of bliss
Across my soul
For I have returned to my home,
Come rejoice
As thy daughter salvaged
Herself from a path
Laden with sinful gold
Sailed I have the sea of redemption
But my resolve would not
Purify without thy acceptance
Save me! My Guardians
And let me end my repentance
With the touch of thy affection.
~Manu M.
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 6:06 AM UTC
Bleakest drape inescapence.
Impertinent involuscence.
Stemming from a copulent.
Incongruent malocculent.
Plead among no relent.
Populate incompetent.
Unvaried fraudulence.
Clarity accomplishments.
In foggy eyes, the view reset.
Across the smoke, a sober fret.
A mind that rose from utter death.
Again to draw, refreshing breath.
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 3:48 PM UTC
I danced in a ten
percent chance of rain;
not just because it
beat the odds,
but because
it never even
considered them.
It reminded me that
systems and
statistics are
man-made and fallible -
boasting with a
sure tone,
yet still confined
to near fraudulence..
You can tell me
it’s unlikely to rain,
but it won't
stop it from pouring.
You can tell me
there's no God,
but it won't stop
Him from healing
these festered wounds.
And you can tell me
I'll never walk,
but it won't keep
me from dancing..
Jan 21, 2022
Jan 21, 2022 at 3:39 PM UTC
This is from the mind of the deranged--
Little did I know, I had a pleasure for carnage.
It always made me intoxicated.
To conceive the crying children,
As they pray to their begetter--
For a place of refuge.
I explicitly annotate--
It's not me who you resent.
I have so much tribulation--
I wish I was habitual.
But I'm afraid I am a bit melancholy--
Which leads me to foresee.
Many deaths that are to be--
Between this fraudulent identity.
May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 7:22 PM UTC
I won't give up when it's difficult
I won't get discouraged when
Things don't go my way ill only
Say, it's ok and accept it there and then
I will no longer complain about Rain
cause its gonna rain sometimes
and I refuse to just write generic views so im
likedso if I disagree my belief is mine
I won't glorify drugs, violence or ***
Only make it a topic when it's truth
I will only embellish for obvious effect
And never to ***** cause that is art abuse
I will face my problems and own up
To any and all mistakes I make
I pray god kills me if I become infatuated
with materials or fake
I will follow my dreams even when it
Looks hopeless without drift
and never care if it fails
cause ill never have to wonder "what if "
I will respect other artists,
other Genres, the esoteric
I won't judge, discriminate or hate
anything/anyone without sufficient merit
Ill take risks, then take my loss like a man
Let the past go And move on
I will never forget that there's always someone
more determined more smart&more; strong
I will talk less so i listen
take advice when it is given
I will be grateful for the life im livin
Remain hungry ambitious and driven
I will pass along opportunity
and good fortune to the troubled
I will always pay it forward to the hungry
like I was given only double
I will no longer say anything
about anyone I don't first say
To their face and at the right place,
and i wont make everything about pay
I will work more than I play
Keep my word whenever I give it
I will not speak or act with impaired judgement
whether drunk or livid
I will embrace who I am and not
Embellish fraudulence to be
Anything or anyone I am not
or any success gained was not by me
I won't act according to jealousy
greed or even in lust
I will never turn on a friend or family
or violate my poetic code of trust
I will never give up,
give in or relinquish power in anyway
Even if I know I'm gonna lose
ill still fight like ill live another day
I won't make excuses or place blame
For my lack of vision or growth
And if I succeed or exceed
ill never be pretentious and boast
I will remember where I'm from
who i am and who I was with along the way
I will forgive and forget
no matter how bad I'm hurt or betrayed
I will never fully hate another human being
or refuse to love or trust
Just because i was mistreatedin the past
Ill never think of "I" before "Us"
I will not be too proud
to ask for help if I really need it
No matter how good I do ill always
be humble and never turn conceited
I promise to live this mission statement
not just write it so u read it
I promise to honor and live by these
Words then always repeat it
And always repeat it
And always repeat it.....
I promise to honor and live by these Words
And always repeat it.....
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 7:23 PM UTC
Fraudulence
That seems so real
Like the feeling on my finger tips
Brushing water on your cheek
Smile lines
Thick from fake
Please have my heart to take
Feb 19, 2011
Feb 19, 2011 at 4:31 PM UTC
there's a sea of people, who have lost their humanity
and they are swimming fast, in the same direction
and they all know my name
and they are all just like me
there are so many mistakes to make
lessons to learn
cigarettes to smoke (or in your case, not)
youth
sweet, sweet dancing youth
an effervescent girl battling the monsters of self-(expression, understanding, and love too)
fraudulence
there's a truth behind the lies
once we find it, we will never have to grow up
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 10:18 PM UTC
In the midst of a summer day,
With the sun gleaming golden brown
I wake up to find a flickering ray,
That interferes with my thinking crown.
I'm sitting down on my bed,
And travelling to far-off harbours
I cannot think of anything else,
But just the magical grandeurs.
I've reached the Crow's shore of Ketterdam,
And am sailing for Hogsmeade
The Ferolind's joltingly reached Nottingham,
And I'm not thinking of nothing else.
The purple tulips, the marvellous castle,
All shiny on a shining day
The wind's whistles, the leave's rustle,
All make me delightful on this day.
The world seems so tiny,
From up above the blue skies
The Firebolt I'm now riding,
Seems to supress the little lies
I used to take in as a child.
Suddenly everything's so harsh,
I think I'm in the land of the White Witch
I crave for Turkish Delight so hard,
That I know not of the awaiting risk
Into the dark castle, as the daughter of eve.
I was so lost in the mysterious magical whirlwind,
I think I've travelled far, but not even a mile
When I open my eyes, I clearly see the still wind
Of dust, crime and fraudulence all in a pile
That tempts me to snivel for the fair play,
Since I'm the lost girl and the world, a treacherous display.
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 2:14 AM UTC
I know I think the best
When surfing across the internet
Or scanning a page for class
Some forum
To shift my ******** towards,
Whether to impress, or to forget.
It’s all the same.
I do not laugh at the right time
And end up in breakdowns
When I’m confronted with the actor that is also me.
Call it fraudulence if you will,
It’s a means to ends of the perfect relationship
I’ve fictionalized in my head.
I’ve fallen in love with falling love
And get off to just holding hands and feeling wanted.
Does memory bless me the inspiration to write down in verse
Some alternative that proves, I know,
Useless
In the long run?
Are the psychologists right?
Am I destined to die by my own hand?
My own pen?
By cause of my own disposition?
Thoughts of suicide, depression, endless solipsism pervade
My little godless world.
Poetry solidifies it.
**** you. **** you whose rejection is undeserving of my hatred
Whose own life is the object of my own stupid, adolescent, immature mode
Of healing, whose subjectivity, whose humanness
Is of its own design and accord—I do not own you
You are as you are: not mine, but your own.
And I hate you because you do not oblige me as I think you should
You do as you ought, as you do—
Is this what it feels like?
Where is there happiness if not for in the end?
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 1:35 AM UTC
Dancing in a ten
percent chance of rain;
In part, because it
beat the odds -
More so, because
it never even
considered them.
Perhaps, it was even
in spite of them.
Or maybe it just
reminded me that
systems and
statistics are
man-made and fallible -
boasting with a
self-righteous tone,
yet still confined
to near fraudulence..
Either way..
You can tell me
it won't rain,
but you won't
stop it from pouring.
You can tell me
there's no God,
but it won't stop
Him from healing
these festered wounds.
And you can tell me
I'll never walk,
but you won't keep
me from dancing..
Oct 17, 2021
Oct 17, 2021 at 9:01 PM UTC
Be loyal and reliable
Be responsible against dreams, wishes, sharing and love
Be patient and facet defiance
Be specific and give positive solutions
Change environment before is overdue
Opt breath and not paradise
Opt harmony and not misery
Facet factuality and not fraudulence
Hold on what or where you deserve
Be thoughtful of every step you take
Think twice before you go further
Finalise everything and do the best.
Be yourself
Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 7:48 AM UTC
Death rides at midnight
Filling the land with blight
He casts a frightful image
As he rides through the village
His frightful scythe gleams
Wet with the blood of unrealized dreams
The cold, hard metal
Is uncaring enough to unsettle
Beneath his dark hood
Lies nothing good
Only the husk of a man
Who signals the end of a lifespan
His skeletal horse
He rides along his dutiful course
Whinnying as he stops
To **** the farmer's crops
Solemn is his duty
To take away life's beauty
Unbearable to a living man
The underworld's ghastly helmsman
The pistol is his herald
In his black cloak appareled
Weapons of war
Bring him to the door
His job is made no easier
Nor and breezier
By mankinds love of violence
Or vile fraudulence
All the thousands of young souls
Lives lost without completing their goals
Brought to a swift end
By Death only to attend
Death rides at midnight
Filling the land with blight
He casts a frightful image
As he rides through the village
Searching for souls to pillage
Nov 4, 2019
Nov 4, 2019 at 2:01 PM UTC
Feed off our fraudulence. Our ethereal entity. Help keep the corrupt at shore. Tell me how love will find her way! In times of our adverse adventures. When our bodies lie limp in the sand... As baleful barbarians take to attack. I will be there... just look. Hidden beyond your shadows. Yet I'm still there And when my troubled winds knock me down.. I'll seek comfort in you.
Jul 28, 2017
Jul 28, 2017 at 11:49 PM UTC
The world around you is fading
The pathway you walk on is crumbling and out of stretch
The voices you hear are your own mistakes
The mistake you put into your mouth and chew
The mistake you inhale through your airways, as if it's a fetal revive
This mistake will be repeated more than once
Considered a choice by day and a mistake by night
As a cycle it will be passed on by your generation
It fades with you as you forget where life is going
Mortally influenced by everyone who keeps their mistakes secret
This mistake will be the last after it becomes a choice of life
Now it's no longer a mistake; a choice of living in lies and fraudulence of everyone around you
It fades
Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 9:56 PM UTC