"misbelief" poems
Shabash
Shābāsh (Hindi: शाबाश, Urdu: شاباش, Punjabi: ਸ਼ਾਬਾਸ਼, Bengali: শাবাশ, Telugu: శబాష్) is a term used in the Indian subcontinent to signal commendation for an achievement, similar in meaning to
bravo and kudos.
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a poem writ sometimes, oft,
snaps back,
I was surprising recipient
of a commendation in language
I knew not
the poem spoke well
of broken boundaries,
between in this instance,
Jew and Muslim,
capturing a momentary parting
of the seaways and
walls of misbelief
and mischief,
normally employed
to keep our divisions,
parted perpetually
I’ve decided to begin to
use shabash now,
my ‘go to’ word
from now on,
a small quiet way
to say
well done
it starts with one word,
a stretching hand across
the face fence,
imagining John Lennon’s
imagine-world,
who lay dying when I was
a young father of thirty,
me residing less than a
mile away from each other
little could I imagine then that
poetry would pick me at all,
especially to write of words
in dialects I don’t speak,
but imaging their pastel colorations
flying by in gentle breezes,
eager to be grabbed,
plucked from the air,
tongued and loved
so!
when I say to you,
in the softest spoke,
shabash!
to all of us,
for choosing this path,
using your words in
every dialect,
to spread the imagination
of good will
8-4-2019
10:10 am
S.I.
Aug 4, 2019
Aug 4, 2019 at 10:28 AM UTC
your "friends" that we meet,
i forget their names,
my calloused palms are greased,
by their squeezing hands
i remember one's a banker,
or he could have said a thief,
his ******** words were flanked,
by my misbelief
i was held hostage,
you were a smiling drone,
i remember when i lost
to Stockholm Syndrome
their Heirloom Suffix changes,
on tuxedos and trust funds,
my rental wears just fine,
i'm not the danger
shorting stocks on tuesday,
while playing ball in hand,
what a shame to lose me,
busted seams this man
I am not a banker,
I am not a saint,
I cannot to be trusted,
I won't place the blame.
I am not a proxy,
I am an astronaut,
But this distant world you live on,
Is far from my plot
May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 9:04 PM UTC
Can't is a word I refuse to comprehend.
Can't does not exist in my vocabulary.
Not if I intend to live fearlessly.
Can't and Fear feed off each other like fire and air.
The two will dance and expand,
Spread to the last corner and inches of my land.
Can and Faith are the words I will invest into my mind, body, and soul.
Can't will not enter into my mind,
For it might sit in my mouth,
And slip off my tongue.
Can't is a poison;
The everlasting **** to my garden.
Can't will destroy every blossom created,
And seize the seeds yet to sprout.
Can't has the power to end the action of planting.
I will never again see a flower, if I let Can't grow.
Can is the remedy to imagination and ingenuity.
Whereas,
Can't impedes and blocks creativity.
Can't eliminates possibilities,
It drains and empties.
Even the most tenacious sea
Could not withstand the
Dehydration of Can’t
Can't ignites negativity, creating an immobilization and inability to try.
Can't creates an ending before there was a chance for beginning.
Can't breeds the misbelief of failure, even if there was never to be a winner.
In many ways,
Can't is the biggest lie created from out mind.
Mis-be-LIE-f
But if I were to look on the inside,
I'd rather give myself a fighting chance,
Then quit before I start
because of the word Can’t
We will be faced with new challenges each day,
New obstacles will arise and come into play
Life has an abundance of what we must overcome,
I would hate to make myself the enemy,
Be the one standing in front of a self-created machine gun.
If I were to approach the word for all that it is
It is after all,
Just a word.
I would let a word dictate and decide
The choices, risks, and chances taken in life.
Seems unbalanced
That one word can have full access
To my thoughts and actions.
There
The infinite possibilities
in the World and Me.
If the only difference between Can and Can’t
Stands an Apostrophe and T,
Then I choose to remove
The contraction entirely.
If you still don’t believe
How destructive Can’t can be
Here are a few synonyms for contraction as taken from Wiki:
“shrinkage, decline, diminution, decrease”.
None of those words seems appealing to me.
All of those words will devour my dreams.
Which is why Can’t is a word
I refuse to comprehend.
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 2:36 PM UTC
If I had had a pocket for every time
you came in the form of a misty leaf,
(sticking to the underside of my
misbelief, drawing attention to
every old logical fallacy that
was, blissfully, missed)
I still wouldn’t have enough to hold
the amount of change we’ve set in motion,
the density of our meaning, nor the
emotions you inflict on me,
from your place on that mountain.
(as if through sorcery);
And I can’t help but imagine you
as some metaphoric fountain,
forever spouting pockets—
The seeds of your actions sprouting
in neat rows of goodwill, and decisive
Indecision, your face half hidden
in some fey magic of mythologized memory
your hair ridden with peaceful fire
and emptiness, your lips set in a
quiet compassion, ashen from
the song of my phoenix lyre,
content in uncontentedness,
knowing that bliss is also not-bliss,
and that every moment spent apart
is a melody of separation: this—
the crafting of some divergent art,
spooky action at a distance, these shadow
figments mere resistance to our own
true nature: the heart’s desire, sown
in every field, every stable, this very
word, and all the fables that persistently
insist that perhaps there’s one more thing
I’ve missed. So I’ll look once more (through
that gateless gate, perceptions door) at your
sleeping face, the oceans floor, clouds weeping,
that distant shore of sandy grace:
outside time, inside space.
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 1:29 PM UTC
And again
it is time for lies
small, careful constructs
delivered in the interest
of self-preservation
in hopes of mollification
of the claustrophobic inquiries
of dear, devoted friends
so it is once more
down the rabbit hole
escaping into a world
of misbelief
buffered in gentle,
worthless cloaks
of half-truths that provide
a deceptively soft
and comfortable place
to be silent and still
until honesty loses
some of its brutality
Jul 18, 2010
Jul 18, 2010 at 10:45 AM UTC
Bad habit
the moment
you first sprinkled stardust
in my hair
tenderly
caressed my cheek
the husky morning light
throwing faint shadows
bed sheets scattered
hearts caught
by surprise
then shattered
into shimmering bright
as pre dawn
had me forlorn
lost in your
sweat
my tears
kissed away
your tongues mixology
feeding back to me
my tears and my ***
breeding blending
alchemical lust
the birth of
a bad habit
born out of
a good love
this little bird
stuck
in your gilded cage
would become
locked out by
your inner rage
as madness descended
four lives upended
passion
fighting the good fight
biting back against the strain
of this bad bad habit
loves first bloom
birds singing
before the sun rose
you tearing down
all my defences
raw desire
the fire the fire the fire
in your *****
becoming my ******
scribing incantations
secret spells
of love
of dreams
of wanting
with your ***
on my belly skin
glistening in the
early morning sun
when did the love
mutate to ownership
passion became obsession
your misbelief
my imagined transgressions
tearing the silk at its seams
then on your knees
begging to
redeem redeem redeem
too many heartbeats too late
the light snuffed out
stuffing the ****
in loves spout
sweet turned bitter now
just spit it all out
loves lamb slaughtered
throat cut and bleeding out
spitting my teeth on the floor
of our house built on 'love'
feeling my jaw crack splinter
under the strong hands
that once held me "safe'
'loved' me
wed me
then bled me
dry of all hope
love hanging
choked on the rope
kicking me
to pieces
and me
kicking this
bad bad habit
clean.
J.C. littlebird 03/07/2019
Jul 2, 2019
Jul 2, 2019 at 11:03 AM UTC
Your
Always
The One
Who Held
My Pain
Deep Inside
Tamed It
As If It
Was Your Own
So It
Wouldn't **** Me
Inside
Your Heart
Knew My
Pain
Your Tears
Always
Carried
Your
And My
Sadness
Away
Depression
Was Your Middle
Name
The Wolf's Eye
Was Always
Different
Was Always
The One
Who Knew
From Same
From Different
Never Could You
Be Another
Eye
Another
Star In
The Sky
Where
My Tears
Align
In The Sky
~Paris Styron~
Your Tears
Always,
Hanged
By Sorrows
Of The Night
Grief That
Always
Grief
That Fills
Your Day
With Fear
And Illusions
That I
Can
Never Unfold
~Paris Styron~
When You
Unfold
My Note
Of Pain
You Unfold
It
With Care
That Almost
No One
Can See
Where
No One Seemed
To Care
You Almost
Could Not
Bare
My Tears
Down My
Face
With
The
Undead
On The
Ground
Where Fear
And Death
Have No
Bounds
[~Paris Styron~]
Your
Blood Always
Spoke
To Mine
Always
Fear And
Death
Made You
Bleed
Of Guilt
And Shame
You Always
Had Pain
That Would
Never
Go Away
Until
I Flew
With Your
Wings
I Noticed
They
Could Not
Fly
Without
Me
Without Hope
Without
Happiness
That Always
Lead
To Shame
And You
Died
Inside
Day By Day
Night By Night
Day By Night
You Always
Flew
In Despair
In Depression
Which Always
Kept
The Soil
Growing
And
The Graves
Crying
Your
Pain Is
My Command
I Am Used
To It
[~Paris Styron~]
The Walls
I Write
On Always
People
Look Away
In Misbelief
In Mis' Of Shame
Bloodly Paws
Always Perfume
Your Thoughts
With Guilt
Of Laughter
Of Shame
That We Cannot
Wash Away
Our Pain
Tears Always
Hanged
Never Noticed
Always
Ignored
To Be
Insane
And Left
Out Of
The Pack
Because
Your Face
Is Black
Because
Your Face
Is Worn Out
And So
Are Your
Memories
Imprinted
Never Forgotten
In The Night
You Always
Howled My
Heart
Which People
Like Poison
Darts
Cut You Down
In The End
Darts
Makes Your
Blood Run
Stale
[~Paris Styron~]
Your Childhood
Broken
Away From Peace
From Happiness
From Joy
To Despair
To Pain
To Hopeless
To Hold In
That Shame
Never Could
You Be Sane
With Yourself
Again
[~Paris Styron~]
The Tears
Drops Fill Up
Their Glasses
Worn Out Places
Worn Out
Faces
Had An Early
Of The
Daily Races
Happy Birthday
Happy Birthday
Your Heart
So Black
So Black
You Never
Wanted
Worn Out
Memories
Worn Out
Faces
Of Pain
Of Sorrows
Of Grief
That Always
Bleed Away
The Day
And Bleed
Through
Happiness
And Joy
And Eats
You Away
Like Acid
It Paints
Its Name
Guilt
And Shame
You Must
Always
Be Alone
[~Paris Styron~]
Scars
Pass On
And Pain
Is The
Memory
That
Keeps
The Soul
Caring
Because
They Do Not
Want
That Scar
To Be
Another
One To Own
Their Love
One
And Be
A Hook
That Digs
Into
Their Souls
[~Paris Styron~]
Your Tears
Are Scars
That Cannot
Be
Ignored
Be
Silent
You Always
Have Stars
That
Speak Your
Name
Only One
Aligns
My Heart
My Soul
Always
Until
The End
[~Paris Styron~]
Everywhere
I Step
I Think Of
You
My Heart
Turns Into
Stone
When I See
You,
You Show Your
Delicate
Love
You Hold My
Pain
It Hangs
On A Wall
That Keeps
Me Sane
You Hold Me
Like A Child
To Keep
Me Young
Because Life
Is Too Short
For Grudges
For Stress
For Problems
The Only
Meaning In
Life
Is Love
~Paris Styron~
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 7:53 AM UTC
The king is dead he never rose
from his resting place, chose
instead to be the embodiment
of a false fable writing the copyist.
Within a cave of delusions that kept
the image of false motives hidden.
An off spring of a method not unkempt.
this version the kept reasoning now forbidden.
Delusions of two reflections not seeing that
one is not a king but a falsehood sat on divided chat.
Neither were a failing, but reflections of a belief
that were conflicting upon a tree with a twinned leaf.
But when one must fall, both will simultaneously
greet the earth with a momentary spontaneously.
Always will one be ahead of the other claiming divine
leading, and others follow this moment of design.
But every king has a past that is woven in misbelief,
for all false kings can bring is an unethical belief
that they are the true monarch of a world run by many
where brothers & sisters there just spinning a single penny
May 11, 2018
May 11, 2018 at 6:58 PM UTC
Penetrate the Galaxy your memory the enemy
The point so meaningless
bones shudder
Misbelief, death is release
Carbonate energy
Space travel legacy
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 9:10 PM UTC
Your Pawprints
Always
Infeceted,
Frozen,
In Pain
With Time
Never Could
Fine
The One
Like You
The Star I
Could Never
See
Again
In The Hail,
Of The Snow,
Your Pawprints
Always
Leave
A Trace
Of Pain
That I
Always
Unfold
With Care
That Horrify
Others
In Misbelief
Of The
Harash Truth
That Always
Leads To
Isolation
Because Some
Wolves
Don't Understand
That Which
Others
Would Reject
Would Savage
For Any Purpose
To Only Help
Themselves
I Look Into
Your Pain
In Your Pain
In Your Eyes
It Freezes
My Soul
And My Heart,
My Tears
Always
Washes
Away Your
That Always
Makes Us
Closer
Love Until
The End
~Paris Styron~
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 7:52 AM UTC
Years as a loner
Under the big changing Sky
work and commitment
Family shared, misbelief a far cry
Yet down in his heart
A burning light
Hidden, secretly shielded
Condescending bullies outside
Illumination never extinguished
Shined at an occurence
Where clashes opened windows
Into a new bright world
He had to find a deed personal
To give it all he had
Persona physic in real time
No apprehensions met
Taking the reign of his gatekeepers' soul
Chose desires to be freed
To find freedoms mole
His mind at ease
A song danced his whistle
This lad with a brithel
(c)near_lane7
Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 9:10 AM UTC
My life isn't always filled with sadness and grief.
I just have this bad habit of only writing when I'm hit with mental illness and misbelief.
When I inhabit this place of mind, the only way to escape is writing until I’m able to leave this behind.
Everything gets intertwined, I get the feeling of hatred towards humankind.
But all of this does not last, it goes away and then it comes back.
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 9:50 AM UTC
Here comes the pain,
the emotional turmoil inside.
Wishing it would all go away,
all my eyes want to do is cry.
There is no savoring of life,
dreams have disappeared .
Which way is it to unlock peace?
Where is this peace anyway?
Look unto the heavens,
the stars in the night sky.
Peace has a way of finding the yearning heart,
good things will happen for ones down and out.
All the pressures of the day will melt,
the heart is rejuvenated in accordance.
The passage seems to be a rhyme of life,
A praise lifted up into the air.
Contrary to misbelief,
all one needs is a little faith.
The seeds that are planted grow,
it doesn't moves mountains,
but it sure moves with a purpose,
something dreams are made of.
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 12:25 PM UTC
My beliefs are what make me strong
My beliefs set fire to passions that spark
Send flames
A smoke signal
To the ones i harm
Tells them to come home
Run away from the shame
The blasamist
The pain
Run away to the light
So I can hold you warm
And tell you it's alright
Keep faith
In the unknown
It is your friend
It's,time to
Tell you the truth
It's all misbelief
Jan 2, 2020
Jan 2, 2020 at 10:12 PM UTC
Writing isn't about how much
Anger you can accumulate.
It's about heart and such,
And at that, passiom agate.
Rage within one's soul,
Provides a lot of drive.
But reversing without control,
Is nothing at which to strive.
Sorrow seeping through the seams,
Seamlessly slithering into your dreams,
As you start to slip away from reality,
And realize its lob-sided lethality.
Misbelief can be misleading,
Leaving your heart utterly bleeding,
Creating holes that bore far,
And serum that cannot soothe the scar.
Fear makes one easily fickle,
And become rusty and rotten.
And just as one discards a pickle,
So too, you become forgotten.
So, be not what comes not naturally,
For you are created beautifully.
And in the state in which you are joyful,
Go forth, and flourish, and be fulfilled.
May 24, 2017
May 24, 2017 at 9:18 AM UTC