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Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days,
Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes,
And marching single in an endless file,
Bring diadems and ****** in their hands.
To each they offer gifts after his will,
Bread, kingdoms, stars, and sky that holds them all.
I, in my pleached garden, watched the pomp,
Forgot my morning wishes, hastily
Took a few herbs and apples, and the Day
Turned and departed silent. I, too late,
Under her solemn fillet saw the scorn.
Christopher Lowe Jan 2014
We are living in a hypocritic
Hyperbole
Of disordered order
Where wise men wonder
And the politicians wander
Liars prevail
While the truth falters
This thought must weigh a ton
Maybe scares you to death
But you're a part of the program
Too valuable to be left
James LR Apr 2019
We think that we are all unique,
yet none as good as Him.
We alone face trials deep
And dark and dank and grim.
Thinking ourselves so wise or strong
Thinking that we alone did fall.
Esteeming that we are alone,
Walking through life alone.

Yet truly we are all the same,
hypocritic fools: all men
and if in His image are made,
what does that say of Him?
Sum It Sep 2013
Half pages of scribbled line
you can't make out any sense from it
close your eyes and touch with your heart
you may feel something
did you?

No!

A face that smiles with mask of paint
you can tease the hell out of it
close you eyes and laugh again
you may feel something
did you?

No!


Words, words you see
words you hear
Words irritating you
you can't understand anything from it
close your eyes and try to hear
you may feel something
did you?

No!


You see messed up paper
you don't see its rejection scribbling the love

You laugh at a red bulging nose of clown
you don't its flames of heartache

you see lots of hypocritic words
you hear messed up babbling
you write for my incorrigible
abuse me
stab me
tell them i am a thief
tell them i stole your space
write about my insanity
sing about my irritation
burn me with lectures of reality
Reject me

Welcome,
Add one more scribble on my page
Written on July 15, 2013
Bhumi Sep 2016
The world is scary,
You hold my hand !

People change, quarrel happened
You hold my hand !

Distance arises between us,
People is the reason behind,
You hold my hand lighter than before !

I used to explain you, covince you,
You couldn't understand,
You believe the world,
You believe the hypocritic people around you,
Who were nothing when we met,
Your grip to hold gets even lighter!

I failed to convince you,
Influence of people were more on you,
No conversation exchanged,
I waited for you,
But you didn't come,
You left my hand !
You left my hand !
You left my hand !
Leo Oct 2021
I watched you building borders
Riding north on golden tigers

Feeding famished families
All the brass that you could muster

Running rackets round rodeo
Seeping lifeblood from your victims

Until they scrape their tired bones
To feed you marrow

And yet you've come to loathe
The wild children

Who

Through misanthropic misdemeanors
Rage against the dying

Of the systems you have set forth
To feed into their ire
Edna Sweetlove Nov 2014
O yea, judge a lady not on the company she keepeth,
It may be a reflection of her lack of choice
Due to the ugliness of her face, tragic be that,
Verily, measure her not by the tears she weepeth,
For she may be weeping tears of humiliation, forsooth,
Pronounce thee not upon the words she speaketh,
Her accent may not be of the finest calibre
Thanks to her lower class upbringing and bad teaching
In this accursed socialist society we are curséd withal.
Who be one such as I to contemn her in hypocritic words?
In dark’s solace I'll just take her hand and let her share my camp-bed
And in innocent insomniac lust we'll **** like puppy-dogs.
corey larson Mar 2015
Its been a long time coming. Better. Late then never honey.
A song I promised long since past. A very fragile task.
You see. I value honesty. And such a song must speak the true.
I had to get to know you first. To really understand the you.
  You are a selfish greedy scab.
A silly self absorbed once had.
Holier than thou
Hypocritic. ****

Fungus. Lies between your thighs
treachery defines your eyes.
I think its safe to say you are a nut.
Now I lay me down to shriek
This death of kiss upon my cheek
A taste of curse I cannot shake
This pain of truth the sharpest stake
Your hypocritic travesties
Have only but empowered me
To wage this war and **** my plight
In rage against your dying light

Now I pray me down to weep
Such great misfortune I must keep
This binding rope has set me free
No sin remains to harbor me
Alive in fires of purest ice
As death contrives to still me twice
So swiftly from its poisoned veins
Engraving soul with jagged stains

Oh, how I've paid it down...so weak
So futile, all these words I speak
Such wasted breath upon the masses
Faking selves and kissing *****
How much heartache will it take
For selfishness to finally break
What is it that controls the minds
Of those who tighten their own binds?

Break me down, for I can't sleep
Another nightmare comes to creep
Into the world of waking dreams
To burn the flesh and rip the seams
Such fabric of decay is woven
Lies we've lived, denies we've chosen
Is it regret, or what we deserve
For taking orders and losing nerve?

Let me drown in desert's dust
My skin to crack, my bones to rust
Much better than to drown within
With haggard sight and crooked grin
Mistakes I've made, and pay the cost
I'll never gain all that I've lost
But maybe I can leave this place
A memory that's not disgrace

So, lay me down my soul to sleep
Embraced by light that I still keep
And may tomorrow bring a smile
Through all the pain and loss worthwhile
May I still see the beauty there
And leave a taste for those who dare
To find what madness cannot take
Before we lose what's still at stake
Scotty Shot Nov 2014
My name is St. Jimmy
with a heart like a hand grenade
But the tracks were bleeped
An idiot was I made

I eat 20 packs a day
But haven't smoked a single one
I am a romance machine in my head
But I've never actually had fun

I am a model by day
A rebel by night
Nobody actually knows it
But crack up I just might

Schizophrenic
Hallucinogenic
Insomniac
Suicidic
Tragic

Hy­pocritic.
aesthenne Nov 2019
the concept
of an afterlife
qualified
only for
the most
holy of holies
is what scares
me
the most.

what if
i've been
good
my whole life,
but one part
of my heart
makes my
entry
rejected?

so what if
i'm gay?

at least
i'm not
as immoral
and hypocritic
as
you.
"without losing a piece of me, how do i get to heaven? without changing a part of me, how do i get to heaven...?" - heaven, troye sivan
Allan Mzyece Oct 2018
Young age desperation's
leading to exploitation
and wild life experimentation!
Too much infactuation!
Stop lying to the immature innocent ladies!
YOU ARE POLLUTING THE REAL DEFINITION OF LOVE WITH HYPOCRITIC LOYALTY!
ES Jul 2017
"There are other fishes in the sea, better luck next time
I have always hated this phrase, too hypocritic
Isn't love suppose to come only once?"
Said the Hopeless Romantic
Pranay Patel Nov 2020
Hey, look at me my name is Corona.

Some people knew that I was coming in the march of 2019 itself and some even simulated how they will handle me when I come and funny story I came after 6 weeks of that simulation called "EVENT201".

Well, I can see that because of me all lot of people have touched heights to be hypocritic especially the world political leaders and health officials example " It is wrong when you protest against lockdown but it is important to protest in favor of Blacklivesmatter #BLM, one more example that the readers might relate to is that it is shown to us that I AM DANGEROUS that is the reason why all of the country's in the world were locked for 4 to 6 months, but wait there's is a catch because during election time when there are thousands of people gathering in the election rally than even the PM of India is proved to be a hypocrite or the dumbest PM of all time.

Well there are two possibilities:

1. If I exist then why all of you are allowed to gather whenever the government wants you to gather and beat the sit out of you when they don't?
2. If I don't THAN WHAT THE **** IS GOING ON???
Avestani Sep 2021
Falling faster, call the pastor
He's a *******, don't extract her
Sharing dreams, now cross the fracture
Changing fonts to write new chapters

Drowning in laughter
What's the matter
Can't you see the one you're after
Hypocritic, I'm a cynic
Watching you reach for quite a minute
Can you save her, can you savor
All the moments you've enslaved her
Now you're burning, conscious hurting
See yourself as undeserving
What you're learning
Stomach is churning
Freedom means you're by yourself

Inky depth, in the darkness of my mind
Lobotomize my tongue, let me drool it out like wine
A verbal vorpal blade, that seeks to make you mine
You're bleeding out emotions, so we're only wasting time
Tragedy has left you broken into pieces undefined,

Faceless emotions, and flimsy love potions
You can swim across the oceans if you follow in their motions
Late night with the lotion, Spirit bomb explosion
Water makes erosion, I'm burning out my Trojan
Mateuš Conrad Sep 2017
there isn't a "sorry", there's simply an is.

and you better be a better autistic mathematician
worth's load of:
being the one to be championing
an amnesia in the case of memory -
if you can forget enough as much as it felt,
and keep it to a rigorous item by item
inspection of worthwhile attempts at
"normality" - perhaps i best keep it in
the safety of the inverted commas?
  
i'm one person for animal rights,
and another for human rights -

i'm sorry, but animals really do contest
your rights, however hypocritic it is
to eat them, and then pet them,
but that how distant you are from me
being your counterpart...
how less of a man i am,
gained by the woman you are to be...
or how, neither of us have lost
the begging idle,
that boring talk of an idle self...
        
i scratch my crotch and think very little
of you...

i start to think about oysters and
sea waves, and fish in general -
and then i think about a swarm a migrating
beehive from my childhood -
and then, i reach the crux -
    the lactose tolerance of my suckling lips...

and then i wonder, what if time was a space,
and what if space was a time -
and whether that is not the coercion of
making poetry to adapt to a heaven, or a hell...

if only i were to stage the perfect crescendo,
but i would:
once upon a time there was space
where two people, shared a bath,
and the time i lasted, lasted
the three cubic metres of bathroom's content;

the long lustre loss of love -
the high grove - and the rising buds
of late summer summarised in rose -
the shallows of both bouquet and
of grave,
              mint puckers -
and rosemary tears -
          a hollow for a tree-trunk -
and a hallowed holly resting upon the grave
of the clearly departed...
a kiss laid barren, due the bitterest of tastes.

i have your name confined
to my sorrow -
  and all worth of comic affection
becomes: the perfected loss of
the stooge's quest of affiliation;
and i have but a heart worth a molten
locket of chocky-heartache -
the persistent "saint" in me has
always championed the cliche...
and may my labour turn to plumbing,
or the devices of electricity -

i will always surrender to the quest
inclined by your heart;
ah, the devil's temptation comes
in the form of charm...
as woman be tempted by the fruit
of child,
so too the devil, be tempted by
the chores of charm.

   i get it... but come on...
  the chemistry between val kilmer (thinned)
and nicole kidman (saucy)...
   and the soundtrack? inc. seal's perfecto
comic killer by ed helms?
it's like watching a crocodile eat
    a gazelle while brushing its teeth!

saying that, **** me:
                      even i'm disorientated!
who said a snowman took to a surfboard
and didn't melt while tackling
the big dipper curve?!
and ruffling turkey feathers!

An innocent miss steak kin...
once former main lion,
resident iz cow herd vegetarian boar

ring beastie boy, who doth
newt practice, what he preaches your
truly battens down chicken
coop hatches so... call me galore
re: us hypocritic,
this honest to dog omnivore – more

accurate said buzzfeeding primate -
**** sapiens, he whelk hams
adieu after quick bonjour
hears ear splitting eeyore
deaf finning chore
tills unable to ignore

admits transgression,
now wonder wherefore
whether art thou still
game to reed my adore
hub bull poetry
understandable if ye deplore

such atrocious, egregious, opprobrious...,
violating ethical core
**** regarding straying
against dietary herbivore
rudimentary eel lamb ants
(chocolate covered my dear Watson)

boot fault in the starfish...por
favor mice elf can
oxe plain twittering like plover
with reasonable rhyme for sure
don't get doggy dimples in bunch
cause to skewer me but... but before...

sending killing squad to slaughter -
this puppy, aye kindly honour
my wish and don
me noggin with pompadour
as fetching drag queen
torpedo sized *****

squirting parti-color
milk as self defense mechanism
averting casus belli thus
amidst melee I abhor
find self on horns of dilemma
life story these of this poor

cooked goose flambé
caught between rock and trapdoor
special cannibal delight
where madding crowd
chants "send him back"
accursed unconscionable roar

ring anger, but lurch for eats,
an impulsive reflex courtesy extempore
rain nee yes unforgivable poor
craven impulse to up peas hunger
uncontrollably craving regarding carnivore

pang additionally not further injure
ring innocent animal plus more
to this fishy tail than
meats the Wawa birdseye.
An innocent miss steak kin...
once former main lion den cha hoard servant,
resident iz cow herd vegetarian boar
hoof faux whatever reason iz explore

ring bing foo fighting beastie boy, who doth
newt practice, what he preaches your
truly battens down chicken
coop hatches so... call me galore
re: us hypocritic,
this honest to dog omnivore – more

accurate said buzzfeeding primate -
**** sapiens, he whelk hams
adieu after quick bonjour
hears ear splitting eeyore
deaf finning chore
tills unable to ignore

admits transgression,
now wonder wherefore
whether art thou still
game to reed my adore
hub bull poetry
understandable if ye deplore

such atrocious, egregious, opprobrious...,
violating ethical core
**** regarding straying
against dietary herbivore
rudimentary eel lamb ants
(chocolate covered my dear Watson)

boot fault in the starfish...por
favor mice elf can
oxe plain twittering like plover
with reasonable rhyme for sure
don't get doggy dimples in bunch
cause to skewer me but... but before...

sending killing squad to slaughter -
this puppy, aye kindly honour
my wish and don
me noggin with pompadour
as fetching drag queen
torpedo sized *****

squirting parti-color
milk as self defense mechanism
averting casus belli thus
amidst melee I abhor
find self on horns of dilemma
life story of this poor

cooked goose flambé
caught between rock and trapdoor
special cannibal delight
where madding crowd
chants "send him back"
accursed unconscionable roar

ring anger, but lurch for eats,
an impulsive reflex courtesy extempore
rain nee yes unforgivable poor
craven impulse to up peas hunger
uncontrollably craving regarding carnivore

pang additionally not further injure
ring innocent animal plus more
to this fishy tail than
meats the Wawa birdseye.
Nargis Parveen Dec 2019
O stars in the sky!
Let's forget that bye.
O moon so beauteous!
What a magic from you, genius!
O morning sun!
Burn me, burn.
O birds flapping!
Start your chirping.
O flowers and trees!
O restless breeze!
I committed a wrong,
Staying away from you so long.
Again I am back,
Among your smiles, the right track.
Why I did this?
Just for a hypocritic kiss.
He took me beside the Nile,
Saying love that was mere vile.
I discovered one morning,
A game of heart winning.
Experiencing a cruel cheating,
A new myself I am setting.
I will be happy again,
With Nature that gives no pain.
Graff1980 Aug 2021
I’m a hypocritic
hypnotist,
trying to
mesmerize you
with words
that fit
my poetic
scheme
whilst
directing
your actions,
but never
acting on
the words
I pass on.

A tricky teacher
or corrupt preacher
who doesn’t
learn my own
lessons,
ignores
my own
confessions,
whilst professing
deep unused
wisdom.

With a lot to learn,
I give men
instruments
for their
grand progression
but seldom use
those tools.
Graff1980 Aug 2021
I'm not in denial,
just trying to reconcile
the fact that I enjoy your style,
but if you’re hearing this,
then you must be delirious
if you expect to be taken serious
when you're spitting
misogynistic *******.
It makes you hypocritic
when you try to turn around
and consciously spin it
in a social justice way.
Delton Peele Dec 2021
Upon graduation they swear the
.....
Hypocritic oath...
Then put it up on display......
Is this where you want to pull your defenses down
And let some one see.......
The fragile naked vulnerable fragile inner me ......er ....
I mean you......
And then let then ****** your demons .....cause who knows maybe they took that hypocrite thing little too literal so ya they are practicing
But what are they practicing....
And on who ?
And why ....
Ohhhhhh
Conspiracy?
Or something that rhymes with eye!
If you think you are paranoid
You  probably are. It's ok I got someone watching you all the time.
Delton Peele Dec 2021
See
Hypocritic
Machiavellian
With
Sadistic
Intent
Monolithic
Opposite
Of
The fundamental
Reality

Artesian of
Maelfeasions
Supernatural
Thermal vent
Belching subtle, delicate
Beautiful
Believable
Lies  .....
Composer of
Compromise
Rotten
Death filled seas
Of
Composting
Broken dreams
Feeder an ruler of
Flies .....
With malignant
Stagnate
Tributaries .
The fact
That
You
Are
Enemy
Of
My enemy
Does not surprise
Me...
Get behind me
Stay that way.
You have
Aught
With
My adversary
Does not make you friend
When he would be
Destroyed
You will
Turn on
Me...
I am
To someone an enemy
Yes.....
They are not my enemy .
They have lived on
Lies
And
This
I pity

There can only be
One solution

.....Truth.....

Find the standard
If in agreement
With it .
Then do not
Combat evil for evil
It will only convolute
Fact and fiction
Till you character
Will betray you
......
To the world
You resemble
The aggressor
Not the victim

...
Ballistics or statistics
Enemy or
Allies
Truth or
Lies
Composition
Or compromise
Divine
Or demise
Devise a way to divide
Yourself from what
Can take you
In later days
In ways you could never expect.
The future is opportunities
Or is it
A
malicious
Past you
Will see
..believe ..
Me
Bob B Jan 2020
What a curse: hypocrisy!
Oh, when all is said and done,
Our president doesn’t serve the people;
He looks instead after number one.

The hypocrite says he wants a clean
Environment, and yet he'll dare
To serve the many companies that
Pollute the water and poison the air.

The current admin would rather give
More benefits to the heads
Of big pharma instead of helping
People desperate for the meds.

The right to vote is precious, but still
He helps those who have an obsession
Not with serving American voters
But serving instead voter suppression.

Catering to religious groups,
He wants to see his ratings spike,
And yet his uncouth words and lies
Are not very Christianlike.

When he doesn't get his way,
He seeks immediate retribution,
Not by obeying the law but by
Tromping on the Constitution.

When he campaigned, he complained
About Hillary's emails, and yet
The man himself remains a giant
National security threat.

Is the president motivated
Mainly by power or greed, or both?
When he was sworn into office, did
He take the Hypocritic Oath?

-by Bob B (1-10-20)
Qualyxian Quest Feb 2020
alienation
from my own nation
not pleasant and not fun

intense
the isolation
rare the shining sun

I know
these puzzling people
and I have begun

to see
their self-deception
is a hypocritic one

do they intend
or is it ignorance?
do they know their day

                      is done?

— The End —