"hypocricy" poems
beats banging the bolts of your brains your mind slumped back with thoughts of genocidal terrorist gangsters polluting your countries veins, rocking lines like no way but did bush rock the planes, and **** did we really give al-Qaeda all that money 6.9 billion **** yeah that sounds pretty funny, but back in the day they were the backed boys in blue fighting off the the red corner for their freedom to be renewed, but that wasn't enough for them
reunion of peace lost with the greed of the beast and the hate for the west and the hate for different beliefs, capitalism s bad but not bad enough for lives to be releived or taken, **** bugs me but im not shooting the lead at a different population.
and im not conforming to 911 being binladen cause the videos shown give me the impression those attacks were a little more expensive than the planes on the rota, the truth covered up like ill put it under the sofa or they wont notice just tuck it behind the toaster, its not for common knowledge to be a pile of **** out off cnn's rosta does anyone remember Mcintyre whos stated on paper that he beleives the pentagon was hit by something different than whats printed on the usual reporters notepad soo whos the joker?
the world needs answers now before this conspiracy is just another late night channel on the tv, or the page on the internet that no one sees xcept the fat man nursing a ***** and a bag of nachos with a little too much additional flavour bread cheese and cereal its all over his bed, forgotten how to live soo hes browsin instead, this mans a lost cause you stay tight to whats in your head
and im not guna turn around and say that my rhymes keep your brain feeling alive ive used that space to save you time so you can see the things i see
the way the world is lookin at me
and this **** keeps my dreams infant and my body just another delinquent, reeling around in this filtered hypocricy with the love and humour on hold till this chapter unfolds
Nov 29, 2011
Nov 29, 2011 at 12:59 PM UTC
Lately I’ve been feeling
Like my worries are sky high
I’ve tried to conquer mysteries
I’ve tried hard not to die
Once blinded by the brightness
Yet when all I see is black
Screaming
Frantically
Searching..
Trying to find my way back.
I see the changes start to blossom
Through winter, summer, spring and autumn.
So maybe if I close my eyes
My Imagination will compromise
You see,
A wise man once told me that all things must pass..
A wise man once told me that nothing ever lasts.
Although, sometimes I wish that I could be a visionary or a queen
I’d lead my battles from Dusk to Dawn
I crash
I burn
I still carry on
It’s filled with love yet hypocricy
And ruled with mediocrity
The world should be a better place
For laughter, tears of joy and grace
Because I’m finding it hard
And I can only dream
Tomorrow we’ll just make believe
Sharing stories under the night sky
But tomorrow never comes
I wonder why.. ?
Some might say its meant to be
And when all is said and done
I find myself straying on the path,
Back where I once begun.
Lately I’ve been feeling like my worries are sky high
I’ve tried to conquer mysteries
I’ve tried hard not to die..
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 3:23 PM UTC
It's the mad saints that interest me,
the holy fools of the Divine Mystery.
Ikkyu. Ezekiel. Buddha. Jesus. Lao-Tzu.
The ones where their lives turn upside down,
just because they walk a path against
the flow of convention.
A holy fool laughs a laughter that
cuts through all the ******** and hypocricy.
A laughter that rises from the heart,
And enters the heart of another
like a small spark before a wild fire.
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 2:21 AM UTC
Do not cry when am gone,
You werent there when i was torn,
Do not stand around my bed,
You never cared when i bled.
Do not act like you're in despair,
You turned away when i needed your care,
Do not lavish money on a bouquet,
A little less is all i needed to survive each day.
Do not speak about your love for me,
Your eloquent speech should have been kind words to me,
Do not show up in mass and numbers,
One or two earlier visits would have been enough to remember.
Do not be extravagant over the box in which i'll be laid
If i had the figures, my demise could have been delayed,
Do not preach about where i have gone,
You the living still has battles to be won.
May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 5:08 PM UTC
So many things in vain.
Taking a stop at my house so late.
Ready for the break down and I'm sorry.
That it's coming.
But i won't let it shut me out.
If only this one voice i can shout.
I swear it'll come to the crowd.
I wanna be heard.
So i can know im alive.
I was birthed.
Now it's time to be admired.
Chorus
Here i am
Finding que's to begin.
Don't have a clue who I've been
Waiting to rid my sin.
Sick of stumbling, Trippin.
Don't ever listen.
Too instuctions.
So understand.
When i disappear.
It's for a reason.
And theres no peace in these excuses.
Do you hear me?
That's the question of this creation, that you made.
It's gotta get better than this.
Don't let my eyes get tired.
Have the wrinkles fade to gray.
The way my hair is when i come to the hundreds.
Is there more out there.
Can we prepare and not scared.
Have we feared that salvation ain't coming
any moment too soon.
Blow some hope in these bones.
Plagues of joy needs to whisper to my shadows.
Feel a little off balence.
Walking from my absence.
Chorus
Here i am
Finding que's to begin.
Don't have a clue who I've been
Waiting to rid my sin.
Sick of stumbling, Trippin.
Don't ever listen.
Too instuctions.
So understand.
When i disappear.
It's for a reason.
And theres no peace in these excuses.
Do you hear me?
That's the question of this creation, that you made.
THis is me debating existence.
Answer it if you can.
Give me a hand if you care.
As i enter in oblivioun.
Are you there.
Ready to bring me back to humanity.
I've heard im still the loser of the followers.
Even when i try to change them the rest who aren't breathing.
I get that they say im preachin about things i don't believe in.
Forgive me of hypocricy.
Chorus
Here i am
Finding que's to begin.
Don't have a clue who I've been
Waiting to rid my sin.
Sick of stumbling, Trippin.
Don't ever listen.
Too instuctions.
So understand.
When i disappear.
It's for a reason.
And theres no peace in these excuses.
Do you hear me?
That's the question of this creation, that you made.
This is me debating existence.
Say i walked away.
What if i never did.
WHere would i go if this happened.
How would fate leade me.
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Jul 5, 2010
Jul 5, 2010 at 6:49 AM UTC
Im held to the ground by my imperfections. Dodging bullets thrown by those in need of correction. Understanding that life is filled with much uncertainty, acting only on the knowledge that I am most certainly free. Held to my actions and words by the thought of perfection, being only that which determins selections. Into a realm by which the humble are seeking, gained only by those whose words are worth speaking. Determined by a world whose ear seem cut off and closed, and unwilling to listen to that which they are opposed. But truth can be heard by the hearts of the few, whose minds are filled with possibilities anew. Whos lives are practice in the faith of whats real, but whos minds are not blinded to what true beauty can reveal. Because truth doesnt come through trial and error, truth comes from understanding that we are all rare. Held together by a contract of emotions and deeds, that defines us as a society with real human needs. To be loved and accepted, held and adored. To act on these wishes and hope to find reward. Because when the reaper comes to collect on our debt, we are all going to wish to wake in a cold sweat. To find more presious time, in our running hour glass. To hold on to each grain and not let it pass. Without cherishing the moment and giving it our heart. Without telling those we love, they are a work of art. Painted by the Picaso of the ground that we walk. Whos motives no one will ever unlock. But disagree on forever, untill the end of time we will. And break our human contract with the blood that we spill. Of our bothers and sisters who feel just the same, as the men and women who share our last name. So read me your books and give me your shame. For logic is my shepard for this world i look to tame. For i hold in my heart a truth unknown. One not found in a book or scripture alone. Or known by those who try to speak fear, through a book whose hypocricy is well too clear. One only found when you see a mans true soul, and realize 'that is all i need to know.' To stare at the only perfection this world will ever know, and hold him in the same regards as winters first snow. Or summers true spirit, or falls pure brilliance. Or when the sea meets a rocks true resiliance. Imperfection may hold me firm to the ground, but my spirits true beauty holds no bounds. And when the world can see one another through each others eyes, then humanities posibilities will break all its ties. Will be stripped of its shackles and free of its chains. Will be free of its stife and know no pain. And we as a beautify creation of perfection itself, will finally find peace in oneself.
Feb 19, 2012
Feb 19, 2012 at 10:19 PM UTC
They gather 'round
the mountainous pile
it's towering
to them
it's frightening
Books
Books
Cascades of books
Pages upon pages of
ideas
knowledge
They despise these words
they hide them in dark corners
of their minds
Where they do not peer
where the tissue paper of their fantasy world
barely holds back the truth
They've gathered all their fears together
in the square
covered in gasoline. The fuel of the righteous.
The medium of control and order
Now those are words they can get behind.
They stand for a moment
as if they aren't quite sure
if what they're doing is right
The moment passes
a lone cigarette flips carelessly
through the air
Bouncing off Twain
Rolling past Dickens
Before landing on the esteemed Thompson
Let there be light, indeed.
The heat given off is immense
Why wouldn't it be?
The fire is burning through ideas
A powerful fuel source
freedom of thought evaporates
with the smoke
with the smell
of burning paper
of burning leather
These righteous people
These wise people
with no emotions
but anger and hate
are suddenly alive
They roll their eyes back
into their heads in ecstacy
in hypocricy
it brings them pleasure
to destroy knowledge
and replace it
with falsehood
with lies
The pile is smoldering now
A hill of dead authors
They walk away
smiling
satisfied
satiated
It's a tough job,
defending the world
from free expression
from the burden of choice
but someone's gotta do it
as far as they're concerned
it might as well be them
Dec 28, 2012
Dec 28, 2012 at 6:17 PM UTC
aint neva gonna come this way again
aint neva gonna Do it like i did
in the open or well hid
lookin bout the same
words they truth....... words they lie
people live if the lie
finally forever dies
hypocricy keeps death alive
specially behind a smile
neva gonna simply say that fear
can make a person do some things
they wouldn't do if their sight was clear
an try help wipe them tears away
its too easy to be the fake
too easy to mess with me
AN NOW I'M FEELIN SORRY FOR MYSELF!
OF ALL THE GOL' DERN WAYS TO BE!!!
words they truth....... words they lie
people live if the lie
finally forever dies
hypocricy keeps death alive
specially behind a smile
love love love an then
love love love all over again
beyond the sorrow an the pain
when all is gone then what remains
love love love an then
love love love all over again
beyond the horror of raw shame
when all is gone then what remains
love love love an then
love love love all over again
love love love all over again
love love love all over again
Jul 22, 2010
Jul 22, 2010 at 4:57 PM UTC
dark avenues
and yet the dawn too...
(....dark truths)
we know WAR is a comin in
and there aint a "thing to do"
and it will only get darker
and darker
--
dark avenues
and yet we are still
pure and perfect
in our lovliness
we remember
dawn, too
we remember eachother
and
love, too
as true
--
the WAR shall wear us down
but we shall not yield our soul
to hypocricy
no
we know
the dawn
is
always
"here"
and we, too
we, too
Oct 14, 2010
Oct 14, 2010 at 11:16 AM UTC
and as this day does reveal
just a hint of "this" and a touch of "that"
and as little children we percieve our lord
as "saviour" or "protector"
(whate'er we can afford!)
still there are the children
"yet unborn"
still there is "Responsibility"
(as still there is "Hypocricy")
as still there is
both you and I
and those who shall live
and those who shall die
those who don't care
and those who wonder why
human beings have given up
their humanity
THERE SHALL BE A
"FLASH OF LIGHT"
enlightenment
or the H-bomb type
Jul 20, 2010
Jul 20, 2010 at 10:35 AM UTC
Lately I’ve been feeling
Like my worries are sky high
I’ve tried to conquer mysteries
I’ve tried hard not to die
Once blinded by the brightness
Yet when all I see is black
Screaming
Frantically
Searching..
Trying to find my way back.
I still carry on
It’s filled with love yet hypocricy
And ruled with mediocrity
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 6:36 AM UTC
I am an angel in disguise,
The reason for the vice,
I am the fear at the hallway,
I am the accidents at midday,
I am the terror in kids dreams,
I am the reason why they scream,
I am the uncertainty in your choices,
I am the million lying voices,
I am the woes of the people,
I am the persistent evil,
I am the hate in your heart,
I am the one who tears apart,
I am the lust in your mind,
I am the fortune you cant find,
I am the angel of the night,
I am the serpent that must bite,
I am the hypocricy in your actions,
I am the encourager of mixed reactions,
I am the one who takes your peace,
I am the one who gives you disease,
I am the blood sacrifice,
I am your lover's sudden demise,
I am the enemy of the the saint,
I am the reason why you faint,
I am your slumber and your sleep,
I am the reason why nations weep,
I am the killer of your friends,
I am the reason why the zealous bends,
I am the giver of deadly missions,
I am your refusal to righteous submissions,
I am the ****** in the cities,
I am the unsolved conspiracies,
I am the injustice your government,
I am their wicked covenant,
I am the father of liars,
I am your reckless desires,
I am but not the I AM,
i am here to cause you harm.
But i shall not succeed,
Because my end is guarantteed.
Refuse me therefore,
And be free evermore.
Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 7:44 AM UTC
Trapped in a burning building with nowhere to go.
The smoke of hypocricy fills my lungs and seeps into my fragile bones.
Panic and anxiety cloud my judgement and addle my mind with my darkest fears.
My mouth works faster than my brain keeping up with the steady stream of lies that pour out of it.
Deception is the only protection I have from the flames of the judgemental.
Fantasy anchors me to this world and keeps my soul from burning.
I'm burnt and broken in too many ways to describe.
In too many places to heal.
After many years of the unending, self-fueling fire of my insecurites I've come to know the cold, the winter.
Finally I'm numb.
No more feelings, no more fighting.
I'm fire damaged.
Feb 22, 2014
Feb 22, 2014 at 7:19 AM UTC
O Self! Why feel thus conflicted?
Hast thou such hypocricy
To consider thyself outside the predicted?
O thou ego of utter aristocracy...
O Self-righteous self in me
Blinded art thou so intense?
What extent thou can't see
Your anger makes no sense!
O my, my, my... EGO...
What makes it so different for you?
Accusations of attrosity, wrong and woe
Yet the very same thing, you yourself do!
An adaptable morality indeed
Ethics subject to personal need...
Jul 5, 2020
Jul 5, 2020 at 7:43 PM UTC
Here goes the epic plot of most dramas
The unending dislike towards a man
They think not suitable for their precious daughter
As if they hold his fate
Or that they are a royal like Your Highness
The hypocricy is endless
Belittling a man's ability
Like they knew exactly how he would fail in the future
But the only thing they did was crush his pride
That surely would be his strength to go on
And succeed in life
If only to make them see
How wrong they were to assess him as a man
To step on his worth as a human
Just because he loved their daughter
Now I saw myself back then
When you were being denied
To pursue our dreams of getting together
I suffered as you suffered
And the only thing left for us to do
Was to let go.
**** this drama plot of a romance
Which depicts reality in a cruel way
Letting love witness broken wings
Making young hearts ****** in pain
I want to hurl something at my tv
It is a mockery of my past
A deep etched pain that has yet to be healed
And i wonder..
Will it ever be.
My very own life's drama.
Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 9:39 PM UTC
(PRIAM PEARE)
Antipathy sawn upon thy visage,
Shackled in violent phrase;
For thy identity disqualified masterpiece.
“I'm a peasant in society.”
(AURELIA BORÉALIS)
Deprived to let liberty roam on their entirety,
Diminishments were bestowed upon them by the sky and galaxies,
Intoxication of their hypocricy killed their dignity,
Lifeless and despaired—still awaits for the longed equality.
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 1:48 AM UTC
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this is a picture of a tepee with smoke coming out the top
of it
It is the symbol for something
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oh yes
The Brazen World
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We often talk about it
As we describe
Our search for OUR ONE TRUE LOVE
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Amid our
Suicidal images of despair
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such hints !
We talk of fragments of truthfulness
left here and there
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We talk of the lives we've torn to shreds
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The messages
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The smoke pours forth
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Even god don't care no more
With all our bold hypocricy
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 4:45 PM UTC
On the land of God
Starts a great war
For Supremacy of democracy
May there be end of hypocricy
What can be tender than
Crown of flowers
Sword of flowers
Attacks of words
Like that of Shashi Tharoor
If public approve
It will be a landmark move
Let's wait till 23 rd May
Till then our good wishes stay.
Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 5:32 AM UTC