"hoaxed" poems
SOLDIER OF FORTUNE
Book down both my idleness and memories,
Come the 52nd summer, through ship to ship
The last sail from city to city, the perturb To Contempt
Thy will at time remain snub, hath my time being
Hoaxed with an irony to bare my dream, for my family,
my slug Hit the deepest of my wish, with an arm to an
Armor, though my gentle verse never indulge volitionary,
What’s Worth in me hath grown, neither my dream
Extant, to whom shall I sell? Thy portrait reckon without
understanding The captivity my dreams, to whom
shall I cry My bootless fate?, Hast thee forsaken me?
Thou art trouble me not , Thee Succeed anyone
In an unflagging quest for a word, though art’s will
For sinners, saint and believers never change
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 5:25 AM UTC
In fairytales and fantasies,
My parents would always say,
That a Magician so talented,
Would someday find his way.
And what way should he seek?
In fields of dust and harrowed meek,
And in his path he should depart,
Into my beating heart.
But he is a Magician after all,
A bewitcher, a deceiver, a devil at the ball.
Who tricked and hoaxed me,
By the time of nightfall.
So curse you Magician,
And the lies you have said,
After all your trickery,
Was that you never cared.
J.F.B
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 6:50 PM UTC
Let not today, be the day you are hoaxed by metal amalgam coated glass.
Let not today, be the day your inner sleeping beauty,
Oblivious to her own existence, continues her slumber.
Allow my lips to kiss your soul and render your demons dead.
Let today, be the day you dispose of all those shattered glass pieces of stained fallacious images.
Let today, be the day you permit me to be your mirror,
Scrutinizing every centimeter of your body,
Showing you all the things your eyes and mirror feared to.
Let today, be the day we conquer those fears.
Let today, be everyday.
- d.b.d.
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 12:04 PM UTC
Sweet talks you jinxed me,
On fingers you puppetted me,
Go, go, go get lost you vamp!
Innocent voice you hoaxed me,
By your pretty tunes you lured me,
Go, go, go get lost you vamp!
When you were upset with me,
Did not I try to make you smile,
But you ditched me to rot alone!
When all conspired against you,
Did not I stand stiff by your side,
But you sniffed him shamelessly!
When you were least expecting it,
Did not I write romance songs to you,
If not songs always, they're poems.
When you were there wasn't I happy,
Did not I plead you to stay forever,
If not forever intended, you told lies.
I thought that you were my sweet,
My pretty, so beautiful living doll,
But alas! I loved only a stone idol.
Now just get lost from my memories!
Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 1:04 AM UTC
Screams of the deranged
Into the night, full of fury
Black tipped roses arranged
Into a vase, ribbon laced
Medicated mind, controlled
Within the one to be used
Experimental abuse, skin cold
Sand slips down the time-keep
"Do it." whispers the black-tipped petals of roses
Whispering thoughts of the ******
Is this love? Yes
Ropes tied tighter with a lustful hand
Bruises reaching inner soul
Soul of a single rose is dropped
As a loving plea is softly spoken
Fading voice immediately popped
Pleasure for the drugged mind
"Do it!" chuckles the blackening petals of roses
Slowing sands in the time-keep, felled
Sobering mind on drugged love
Unmedicated reality unveiled
Sorrowful hands loosen bands
Crows flurry in flight, startled
As sobs of hurt fight the drugs
worthless blur is fading, unfurled
Bodies on the floor of pain
Shouts of anger as a soul slipped
Was it lust? Was it drugs?
Medicated hell was dipped
Too far? Too dark?
Breath of life gasps, forced
"Do it!" hisses the reddening petals of roses
Promises are made, real or hoaxed?
Liar
Was it life saved or life spared?
If promise of healing is true
Then life has been saved
But if the fallacy of the addicted
Proves to be too strong to resist
Then the sands will flow uncorrected
And the roses shall again fade to black.
Jan 9, 2011
Jan 9, 2011 at 7:12 PM UTC
Healthy heart hurts, hesitantly.
Her hollow home hears him. Horrific.
How her heart Hi-jinxed her happiness,
He hoaxed her, heckled her.
How homely.
How hopeless...
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 6:02 PM UTC
Your rants and raves are really jokes
Not everything that happens is planned and hoaxed
You live your life in paranoid anxiety
'The government is out to get me!'
All events are viewed as conspiracy
Even in light of true tragedy
You put a spin on victims emotions
Insisting there must be more to the story
You thrive on scandals
They're like handles that drive you
Your rumors humor me
We watch the news as politicians falsify
Every word said is meant to forward their cons and lies
However this may be the deception you crave
Just go with the gossip
It's all crime
It's all fraud
It's all hearsay
They all have schemes
They all have scams
But will you allow their crimes
To cheat and swindle their way into your mind?
Of course you will
Buying into fake feelings
You fabricate your reality
We can't remove their ***** linen
So why don't we all commit
Treacherous treason?
By all means be aware and informed
But be fair warned
Our opinions play an insignificant role
In issues that go beyond our control
The Internet has proven itself a poisonous tool
I'm using it to show you that you are all fools
Myself included
Get a grip and
Lighten up
Lets make the most of it
Because apparently
It's all corrupt
Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 4:49 PM UTC
To Be Governed
“To be GOVERNED is to be watched, inspected, spied upon, directed, law-driven, numbered, regulated, enrolled, indoctrinated, preached at, controlled, checked, estimated, valued, censured, commanded, by creatures who have neither the right nor the wisdom nor the virtue to do so. To be GOVERNED is to be at every operation, at every transaction noted, registered, counted, taxed, stamped, measured, numbered, assessed, licensed, authorized, admonished, prevented, forbidden, reformed, corrected, punished. It is, under pretext of public utility, and in the name of the general interest, to be placed under contribution, drilled, fleeced, exploited, monopolized, extorted from, squeezed, hoaxed, robbed; then, at the slightest resistance, the first word of complaint, to be repressed, fined, vilified, harassed, hunted down, abused, clubbed, disarmed, bound, choked, imprisoned, judged, condemned, shot, deported, sacrificed, sold, betrayed; and to crown all, mocked, ridiculed, derided, outraged, dishonored. That is government; that is its justice; that is its morality."
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 3:09 PM UTC
Don - they tell me you're leaving
I can't believe it's true,
that we’ll get to live without you.
You’ll go away - govern-mentally,
after all this pain and misery.
When you go - I won’t miss you,
You never said a thing that was true.
Remember when - you hoaxed the virus fight.
What an idiot - you never got it right.
Trump never cared - for me or you,
but we might survive now that he's through.
So let’s discuss - the insurrection -
you provoked when you lost the election.
You got impeached for time number two
who said breaking up was hard to do?
Let’s say goodbye - and let it be,
I hear you’re going to do - Trump TV?
About the time you get that set up,
New York will come and lock you up.
Jan 20, 2021
Jan 20, 2021 at 5:59 AM UTC
I'm staring up at the sky
from a hole six feet down
even while the rest assume
that I'm more than deceased
a harsh word that's still true
ideation has consumed
remnants of a loving life
now only found in living souls
return me to eternal rest
even while my life is hoaxed
sharing space with a world
then waiting for the dirt to fall
the shell resides while I weep
tears transparent on my skin
the drowning have a better chance
to survive beyond the flood
even while I sleep-walk
stagger upright for a time
evoking forms may confuse
when my desires finally fruit
if you chose to turn away
please put the marker on my grave
while I look up at the sky
just one last time as I pass.
© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190322.
Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 8:03 PM UTC
the fire in my eyes, ceases
except in the light
of the poor reciever at the end of my deciever
plump sanguine lips
glossed over in the saliva of guys
i've fabricated a magical mask spiked with lies
to taste the lips of "lovers"
an ego boost
a hoaxed siren with naively forged wings
covered in *****
of those who are not smart enough to see
when something is fake
like a mad medusa witch
i understand now why some women took the hand of evil
but the angel inside me
breathes she doesn't want to hurt people anymore
and the devil will not walk out the door
so i'll hurt myself instead
with a bullet to my head
a splash of colour
and i'm dead
with real wings
instead
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 7:34 AM UTC
Hoaxed by cravings
Entangled in ecliptic enchantment;
Spiders within entrapped my butterflies
Into cuddling myself
In cradle of cryptic cobweb.
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 4:56 AM UTC
in the town of Jerusalem,
my home,
my warzone,
my heart's stone.
i set off from home,
with weathered sandals
and broken eyes
i sought for treasure,
not gold nor wine,
oil and water
a feast for two
and i
walked past a building.
a wind past trees,
light through holes,
and i felt a
strange sensation
in my heart.
it stood like a castle
stripped of it's
false gold.
i stopped to see,
among your disciple, was
a man with a robe
tied
around his waist
and he had
eyes with
a million oceans in them,
and had a fire within
so bright.
washing their feet.
and i wondered,
was it true, Jesus,
that you only acted humble.
or have you
hoaxed entire kingdoms into
believing your God.
divine encounters
wine skins and
calling the dead out of slumber,
and here,
you've ordered a counterfeit vine for
your branches.
the hope of you being real
was seeping into the earth,
like
depleted souls
desperately looking for its
own grave.
but i took a second,
a third look.
5 blinks and a breath,
isn't that you.
i looked again,
and i saw your arms like trees
reaching towards
empty mouths,
i saw a wine stained
robe, and
whiplashed skin,
i didn't know what it meant.
you invited yourself
stripped yourself of heaven
and lowered yourself to
wash the feet of those
who follow you.
oh, the awe.
oh, the sheer weight of
love that swept into, above and through me.
my ears starts to tear up
despite the drought inside me,
and i was filled up,
even though broken cisterns laid
bare
within me
and the world looked
just a bit brighter.
and life finally
felt like life.
and not
empty pots and
eyes that bled pain
nor is it a heart stabbed by its own
mother.
at that moment.
within this...
second.
glimpse.
bleep in eternity.
i knew you were God
and you are real.
Mar 4, 2020
Mar 4, 2020 at 6:26 AM UTC
Life
has hoaxed us
through a luring incense
of love
and trapped us
in death
Jun 15, 2021
Jun 15, 2021 at 12:51 PM UTC
Narcissistic is not just a toxic relationship with your boyfriend of one year. It can be a parent, a friend, a cousin or someone you love, dear.
It's when they give up their own responsibilities to depend on you for money, childcare or a ride in the car. If you confront them. Your luck won't go very far.
You'll belittle you over one little mistake like not washing a dish or leaving a crumb on the table. Restrict you from friends, lovers, family because they're you're parent, partner or whatever it is the label.
You'll be made to feel unworthy and treated like trash. Take pride in authority as you become their slave. Every peer will be brought up to hate you and you'll be the highlight to bash.
You'll be trapped, items will be stolen from you, they'll hurt your children, you will be framed and blamed for what you didn't do. Call the police, tell a friend or relative. But no one will believe it because they've manipulated everyone but you!
A pretty face or kind demeanor is the who they appear. Your peers will becoming sheep to their lies with words such as " I'm a person of God" and many hoaxed stories to tell. Cross them, your life will become the fifth layer of hell.
When confronted they fabricate it with lies such as " I do this for you" when you get no benefit from the deed. You can argue with them all day, but refuse to take heed.
They will monitor your activities, making you feel like a juvenile. "You can't use this no longer" and send you miles away to do so. You'll never be good enough for their home. Wait for an escape for quite a while.
You can bend over backwards for this said person and nothing will be good enough. Clean their home! Give them money, drive them to work, love them with soul. Their hatred for you never grow old.
You are nothing but an object. You are free *** an ATM, a chance to get drunk or high, or a tax return. You'll be nothing but inheritance or sympathy when or if you die.
When you finally escape this slavery. You will have scars, passing the neighborhood where it happened, hearing their name in a conversation, or coming across something they gave you long ago. If anything, celebrate your bravery!
You escaped such a harsh time, you stood up for yourself when it cost everything. You are living life without the person you thought you'd die without. You are a warrior without a doubt.
Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 12:05 PM UTC
I moved on
It was not easy
I wonder,why i had to feel gloomy,
When i did nothing wrong
I was always worthy
I was always honest
I was always loving
I was always caring
I did so much for us
in return i got hoaxed
But whenever i think of me
I wonder why i have to be brood
I was flawless till end
I was astonishing and profound
So when i think of myself
I see,there is no reason to despair
Jan 23, 2020
Jan 23, 2020 at 11:51 AM UTC