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"misconstrued" poems
We were both love. I was a rose and you were a snowflake. Both beautiful and gentle but unable to coexist effectively because flowers can’t blossom in the cold. Yet when it ended, the truth became misconstrued. Suddenly I was a thorn that pricked you till you bled. And you were frostbite that nipped away at my skin. We created false portrayals of each other to make this all a bit easier to deal with. But the truth will always stay. We were both beauty, purity, fragility, love. We just weren’t meant to give our love to each other. And now we both bleed, because the hardest part is accepting we were never meant to be.
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Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 2:46 PM UTC
Opposites don’t attract.
I stumbled upon you Like a child that finds a pretty stone Bewildered by your presence I sat and admired Counting your cracks Caressing what makes you glitter You stood infront of me Bold and beautiful Like nothing I'd ever seen And as you gave me your attention I think I misconstrued your intentions I wanted to put you in my pocket But you said no So there you sit Perfectly unpolished A love I can only visit
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Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 4:07 PM UTC
Like a child
Coming from unknown shores, arrived these Western boats, with disastrous as well as deceitful tactics they took our gold, jump to the modern era, they are the ones' promoting *** they bare minimum death rates due to *** and Aids, while African's lives in bitter ruins as the notion of "safe *** seems perplex. *** promotion misconstrued as our kids continue ****** the old, Such consequences were never told, when they sold us back our own gold. Systematical control is now the definer of societies Africans not taught of Qamatha but tested on Socrates, African souls enticed into materialism by paper and cheese, while Western supremacists economically ****** African Identities. African child, fight back please!
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Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 10:14 AM UTC
Western Boats
Here she comes Check her out You can see it in her walk Listen, to that velvet voice It's even in her talk She has a certain swagger That's so **** and not lewd The girl knows where she's going She's got that country attitude She's got the look Of country cool She's got country attitude This girl's in charge She breaks the rules She's got that country attitude Like a good smooth bourbon From Kentucky To be with her You must be lucky She wants man not just a dude To share that country attitude She'll chew you up and spit you out So, treat her good With out a doubt The way she looks Is misconstrued She's full of Country Attitude She's got the look Of country cool She's got country attitude This girl's in charge She breaks the rules She's got that country attitude
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Sep 2, 2013
Sep 2, 2013 at 1:28 PM UTC
Country Attitude
Drip yourself into a cup Fill up your body with antiquity Let the collagen insist An allegory of Capricorn Memories crystallised Settled in Forevers harvest Insensitive Misconstrued chemical Collective symmetry's sin A condition, livid Fleeting in Human imagery Ships break Loop our tongued Hands, tossed in Dramamine Whittled in a succession of malleable fashion Talent spilled spread in supper Collate our atrophy And drink from baroness Flavours tarnished Super-collider Blood soaked in Gematria A garden of totality High brow comparison Entitled in your vacuous stigma Forever burning In the lesser key of Solomon 28 daemon Tessellation in trigonometry Temperance towards an infinite Champion of mind, complex
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Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 9:57 PM UTC
a unity
Sensation, intuition, feeling, and thinking, Is wrapped inside a ball, A small pink ball inside our head, That won't stop till we're dead, Analytical bedrock inside oozing theories, Elemental atoms sizzling logic, The imaginative stranger, One abstracted and eccentric, Walking with shadows, Talking and mocking, Through these theories inside us, Tilting our caps ‘til we’re shaking our heads, Pensive love in storming analysis, Sapiosexually excited, piqued interest, Unemotional and thoughtfully attuned, Absently minded, always condoned, Unconventional and impartially stringed, Weirdly wired in auxiliary functions, Misconstrued and misunderstood, An ****** intelligence bleeding paranoia, Knocking unto me, Into you, inside us all, It’s something we all yearn to be, And when you fail and prevail we laugh, Crickling crickets thinking nothing, Washing down the storm drain, With no thoughts fluidly sliding down my throat, Pop goes no questions into absolute concise words like freshly broken glass, Again shadows await, but different shadows, Blinking at me staring at you, Wondering what’s what, inside this dementia made sense of a lovely afternoon, Inside your sane, autocorrected, predetermined, twitching, little…mind. Inspired by Myers Briggs Personality Test Tyler is INTP... Logician  (Introverted INtuitive Thinking Perception) The drifter, dreamer the absent minded professor! SassyJ is INTJ... Architect  (Introverted INtuitive Thinking Judging) The starry-eyed idealist manoeuvring life as if a giant chess board! What Myer Briggs personality type are you?... See link below It would be great to know.Please comment!! http://www.16personalities.com/intp-personality
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Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 10:30 AM UTC
No.1 Sapiosexual Slapping Inquisition- Collaboration with Tyler James Birabent (#one-a-week-series)
Sensation, intuition, feeling, and thinking, Is wrapped inside a ball, A small pink ball inside our head, That won't stop till we're dead, Analytical bedrock inside oozing theories, Elemental atoms sizzling logic, The imaginative stranger, One abstracted and eccentric, Walking with shadows, Talking and mocking, Through these theories inside us, Tilting our caps ‘til we’re shaking our heads, Pensive love in storming analysis, Sapiosexually excited, piqued interest, Unemotional and thoughtfully attuned, Absently minded, always condoned, Unconventional and impartially stringed, Weirdly wired in auxiliary functions, Misconstrued and misunderstood, An ****** intelligence bleeding paranoia, Knocking unto me, Into you, inside us all, It’s something we all yearn to be, And when you fail and prevail we laugh, Crickling crickets thinking nothing, Washing down the storm drain, With no thoughts fluidly sliding down my throat, Pop goes no questions into absolute concise words like freshly broken glass, Again shadows await, but different shadows, Blinking at me staring at you, Wondering what’s what, inside this dementia made sense of a lovely afternoon, Inside your sane, autocorrected, predetermined, twitching, little…mind. Inspired by Myers Briggs Personality Test Tyler is INTP... Logician  (Introverted INtuitive Thinking Perception) The drifter, dreamer the absent minded professor! SassyJ is INTJ... Architect  (Introverted INtuitive Thinking Judging) The starry-eyed idealist manoeuvring life as if a giant chess board! What Myer Briggs personality type are you?... See link below It would be great to know.Please comment!! http://www.16personalities.com/intp-personality
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******* mischief misconstrued by me? Love, Held together like glue by me I built this with my own hands Now watch me cackle with glee As I hold you over a fire Like a beloved pet bird! Fry now absurd lust, Burn now: we never held trust I never liked the feel of your hand Paper and sand, Throbbing adrenal glands Proclaiming my fall - I loved you, is all I ******* loved you like a saint I burnt for you at the stake If I could give you my organs I would I'd surrender all but my soul if I could Love love me darling Love love me so Bleed, bleed these seeds Of desire that grow Sustain me darling Tell me I'm your girl Need need you sweetheart In this forsaken world I offered my heart on a stick like a lollipop Just one more year and we could open up shop We'd have enough, You'd make me yours Then I'll do your washing and I'll sweep all your floors My heart beats darling I wish for you now Sow these seeds with your wicked plough I NEED you handsome, Do you love me now? Do you love me if I bend down and take being milked down like a cow? Cow, sow darling, I'd be them all Every barnyard animal, I'd do a four legged crawl Do you love me now? Do you love me now? If I lay down to the floor and pray without a priest, Will you give me a thought, Jot my name down at least? If I was holy as Mary Sweet as a bud Would you love me then Though I act like your **** Would you kiss me dear, would you hold me near This trash, abandoned receptacle, This can, ******* hopeless: perpetual. . . I'd do anything for you Watch me moan, pine and weep I'd be anything for you Go without food, love, sleep Go without a brain to sustain, and I'll sacrifice my time I'll shut up to all men I'd scrub holes for every dime I'd be like your mother Or hope to aspire Do you love me now? Do you love me now? Do you love me now? Do you love me now? Do you love me if I bend down and take to being milked like a cow?
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Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 6:37 PM UTC
Milk Me Like a Cow
******* mischief misconstrued by me? Love, Held together like glue by me I built this with my own hands Now watch me cackle with glee As I hold you over a fire Like a beloved pet bird! Fry now absurd lust, Burn now: we never held trust I never liked the feel of your hand Paper and sand, Throbbing adrenal glands Proclaiming my fall - I loved you, is all I ******* loved you like a saint I burnt for you at the stake If I could give you my organs I would I'd surrender all but my soul if I could Love love me darling Love love me so Bleed, bleed these seeds Of desire that grow Sustain me darling Tell me I'm your girl Need need you sweetheart In this forsaken world I offered my heart on a stick like a lollipop Just one more year and we could open up shop We'd have enough, You'd make me yours Then I'll do your washing and I'll sweep all your floors My heart beats darling I wish for you now Sow these seeds with your wicked plough I NEED you handsome, Do you love me now? Do you love me if I bend down and take being milked down like a cow? Cow, sow darling, I'd be them all Every barnyard animal, I'd do a four legged crawl Do you love me now? Do you love me now? If I lay down to the floor and pray without a priest, Will you give me a thought, Jot my name down at least? If I was holy as Mary Sweet as a bud Would you love me then Though I act like your **** Would you kiss me dear, would you hold me near This trash, abandoned receptacle, This can, ******* hopeless: perpetual. . . I'd do anything for you Watch me moan, pine and weep I'd be anything for you Go without food, love, sleep Go without a brain to sustain, and I'll sacrifice my time I'll shut up to all men I'd scrub holes for every dime I'd be like your mother Or hope to aspire Do you love me now? Do you love me now? Do you love me now? Do you love me now? Do you love me if I bend down and take to being milked like a cow?
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Fold you up like unwanted fat cook you into a rocky stew placed beneath a mantle of ice far enough away to be misconstrued You are old laminated time And pillowed rock of incomprehensible Earlier than any lime Or sand, or sediment, or any kind You are the grandfather rock of mine When I step with my inconsequential feet living but transiently I cannot help but be erased that even you hath but one resting place All the plants and sands and ever since the very first we have always been ****** to this earth walking upon your bones I am sorry we cannot do more but you know your creator Speak in the same language in amalgamators of which we have forgot and for that I can say we are envious; are we naught? Build softly, and carry us upon your thick crust like pizza dough, cooking and you let it sit Let us win, set us up drift us apart, leave us crushed build us, make us, break us, fill us I want to be restored into your stony belt and be redeemed I want to become my own atomic fossil to connect with the universe through long-lost plotholes and once again hear the story as a young lad the way it was meant to be told I want to eat dinner with my grandfather again my real sweet stony-chiseled cheeked father again to be loved a boy and a girl and the whole world a soul touched back into the deep left unshackled by a ***** or a queen please, take me back soon rather than let me turn into Laurentia or Baltica or Gondwana alack smacked into new rock to form Urals and Tetons and Moher back Carbonate or Silicate, and the end its the same It won't be the end for that fate rearranged
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Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 2:08 AM UTC
Begone, Trans-Hudson Orogen Transect
Fold you up like unwanted fat cook you into a rocky stew placed beneath a mantle of ice far enough away to be misconstrued You are old laminated time And pillowed rock of incomprehensible Earlier than any lime Or sand, or sediment, or any kind You are the grandfather rock of mine When I step with my inconsequential feet living but transiently I cannot help but be erased that even you hath but one resting place All the plants and sands and ever since the very first we have always been ****** to this earth walking upon your bones I am sorry we cannot do more but you know your creator Speak in the same language in amalgamators of which we have forgot and for that I can say we are envious; are we naught? Build softly, and carry us upon your thick crust like pizza dough, cooking and you let it sit Let us win, set us up drift us apart, leave us crushed build us, make us, break us, fill us I want to be restored into your stony belt and be redeemed I want to become my own atomic fossil to connect with the universe through long-lost plotholes and once again hear the story as a young lad the way it was meant to be told I want to eat dinner with my grandfather again my real sweet stony-chiseled cheeked father again to be loved a boy and a girl and the whole world a soul touched back into the deep left unshackled by a ***** or a queen please, take me back soon rather than let me turn into Laurentia or Baltica or Gondwana alack smacked into new rock to form Urals and Tetons and Moher back Carbonate or Silicate, and the end its the same It won't be the end for that fate rearranged
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Thinking with short breath, gripping my chest, sinking with stress? Just to attest, Imagine putting stress to the test Over pushing boundaries set with intent Chasing leads, gaining lost time pursuing a lust with broken trust Only to rise to the question Can the duality of morals and ethics which define us.. Be overwritten? Misconstrued needs for skeptics lost in line Slowly assimilating breathless methods Hijacked Black rose petals spiraling to conclusion, Decomposing as if to forget this Why don't I neglect this elusive euphoria defined in terms of confusion? Split paths once veering in opposite directions begin running parallel I know I'm here, but who's that there? Ominous reflections veer back with eyes unfamiliar A face with no definition grabs my wrist lurching me forward Weightlessly ***** following a diverging direction with questioned intention. Where are you taking me? (Silence) Operating in two places at once, questioning who is the driver Hijacked There but ever increasingly distant, attempting to reach you The sunrise rekindling the spark of yesterdays intuitions Preserving eloquence like a flower in full bloom Suddenly fades eerie in an instant, dwindling on gloomy restless expressions Cloudy perception refracted by crystalline illusions The evanescent cypress terpene, king of bliss Flowing in the direction towards what has been calling it most An icy chill enters my chest, a constant race to chase an endless quest A ploy of acceptance with a cotton ball
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Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 11:50 AM UTC
Dopamine
Thinking with short breath, gripping my chest, sinking with stress? Just to attest, Imagine putting stress to the test Over pushing boundaries set with intent Chasing leads, gaining lost time pursuing a lust with broken trust Only to rise to the question Can the duality of morals and ethics which define us.. Be overwritten? Misconstrued needs for skeptics lost in line Slowly assimilating breathless methods Hijacked Black rose petals spiraling to conclusion, Decomposing as if to forget this Why don't I neglect this elusive euphoria defined in terms of confusion? Split paths once veering in opposite directions begin running parallel I know I'm here, but who's that there? Ominous reflections veer back with eyes unfamiliar A face with no definition grabs my wrist lurching me forward Weightlessly ***** following a diverging direction with questioned intention. Where are you taking me? (Silence) Operating in two places at once, questioning who is the driver Hijacked There but ever increasingly distant, attempting to reach you The sunrise rekindling the spark of yesterdays intuitions Preserving eloquence like a flower in full bloom Suddenly fades eerie in an instant, dwindling on gloomy restless expressions Cloudy perception refracted by crystalline illusions The evanescent cypress terpene, king of bliss Flowing in the direction towards what has been calling it most An icy chill enters my chest, a constant race to chase an endless quest A ploy of acceptance with a cotton ball
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instead of being intertwined we’re the farthest we’ve ever been i chose to look within you always chose the life of sin i stopped trying to be perfect and had to partake i too wanna eat and have my cake what was once golden has turned to rust i understand why they say nothing lasts forever cause everything is so mother ******* fallible i had no choice but to pick up the pieces all by my lonesome and gained confidence with each step and each breath what once felt heavy is now being forgotten oh how lovely life can be when you forget thank you for breaking my heart because i would’ve never had the strength to let you go each event which you performed against me pushed me further and further away from the love i kept in my heart for you it seems to have disappeared and i can’t find it these days i still believe in love i still feel the warmth and always hope for the best life is just a test it’s sifting and then we’re blessed this will be the last poem i ever write about you i might’ve misconstrued the motion i promise to write about a new love from here on out just disregard this notion
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Nov 7, 2021
Nov 7, 2021 at 7:52 PM UTC
the last poem
long live your rivals for one is your idol buddha is my jesus and dharma is the bible now what i have up here is something new to your ears actually listen to me now let me begin write a new rhyme man find a new sound you can't even believe this **** that i found all these things on my mind everyday they make me drown in my thoughts everyway my imagination wonders around all over the place think about the universe how did man begin to learn in this space i'll go on about the mysteries later in time cus i'm slightly ashamed of myself i believe in all these things my momma can't perceive things my momma can't can't even believe i shouldn't worry about what she thinks *** i'm just doing what i do i'm being all that i can be but i can' help but think that i keep on making julie drown deep in my thoughts i just can't stop and think i'm lettin julie down down to somewhere we never should have been *** i can' help but think that i keep on making julie drown in my thoughts long live your rivals for one is your idol Karma is my jesus and Buddha wrote the bible now what i have up here is something new to your ears actually listen to me now let me begin listen to what i say no you don't believe *** man i'm slighlty insane i may have to say the acid opened up my mind to all the things that man cannot explain but people looking down *** the man hides the truth from the masses for what they claim is for the good of us all but in reality its just misconstrued perception they want you to believe but you know i always dream what is reality spend my whole days only to realize theories, ideas and such nothing concrete only things to think sublimely when a mind feels ashamed you just need a signal to release all these gains django unchained metaphor of simple self contain let me to believe that everything that i conceive is just a method that leads to compassionate leave letting julie down is no relief its just brings pain to my soul everything that i perceive long live your rivals for one is your idol Shiva is my jesus mother earth wrote the bible now what i have up here is something new to your ears actually listen to me let me begin Long Live your rivals for one is your idol the space is my jesus and the time wrote a bible now what i have up here is something new to your ears actually listen to me let me begin Long live your rivals for one is your idol Reality is my jesus perception wrote the bible now what I have up here is something new to your ears I hope you listened to me
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Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 1:12 AM UTC
Long Live Your Rivals for One is Your Idol
long live your rivals for one is your idol buddha is my jesus and dharma is the bible now what i have up here is something new to your ears actually listen to me now let me begin write a new rhyme man find a new sound you can't even believe this **** that i found all these things on my mind everyday they make me drown in my thoughts everyway my imagination wonders around all over the place think about the universe how did man begin to learn in this space i'll go on about the mysteries later in time cus i'm slightly ashamed of myself i believe in all these things my momma can't perceive things my momma can't can't even believe i shouldn't worry about what she thinks *** i'm just doing what i do i'm being all that i can be but i can' help but think that i keep on making julie drown deep in my thoughts i just can't stop and think i'm lettin julie down down to somewhere we never should have been *** i can' help but think that i keep on making julie drown in my thoughts long live your rivals for one is your idol Karma is my jesus and Buddha wrote the bible now what i have up here is something new to your ears actually listen to me now let me begin listen to what i say no you don't believe *** man i'm slighlty insane i may have to say the acid opened up my mind to all the things that man cannot explain but people looking down *** the man hides the truth from the masses for what they claim is for the good of us all but in reality its just misconstrued perception they want you to believe but you know i always dream what is reality spend my whole days only to realize theories, ideas and such nothing concrete only things to think sublimely when a mind feels ashamed you just need a signal to release all these gains django unchained metaphor of simple self contain let me to believe that everything that i conceive is just a method that leads to compassionate leave letting julie down is no relief its just brings pain to my soul everything that i perceive long live your rivals for one is your idol Shiva is my jesus mother earth wrote the bible now what i have up here is something new to your ears actually listen to me let me begin Long Live your rivals for one is your idol the space is my jesus and the time wrote a bible now what i have up here is something new to your ears actually listen to me let me begin Long live your rivals for one is your idol Reality is my jesus perception wrote the bible now what I have up here is something new to your ears I hope you listened to me
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I'm weathered and weary from shapes of greed Their colors mislead me I am naive But I know eyes that taste Without seeing Now you know me, don't you? But you are just waiting. I am tired of this misinterpreted concept I am tired of our tangled body's, this act between two that is only about you. I'm tired of not being able to dance freely in fear of needy hands and sharp teeth Pressuring possessiveness Climb into your soul and off of my body See that I am a creature of uninterrupted freedom I will not answer to your hollow eyes Your misconstrued ideas of love constructed by a society that forgot to feel That forgot to see That forgot that you are you and I am me I will not answer to your hollow eyes You are not welcome here.
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Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 7:45 PM UTC
Consciousness in Modern Love
I failed to understand the words you said to me, I failed to see the love you bear a faded memory, Day by day slowly from my heart you withdrew, And all the things i wanted to say where lost or misconstrued, I wish you would have told me that you where unhappy, I wish id have recognized that you had donned a mask, To hold from me what you really feel, The mask was thin , When i saw your skin That hid beneath , It filled my eyes and gently the tears ran down my cheek, I wished i had told you everything before you had to leave.
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Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 9:07 PM UTC
Mask
Disrespect isn’t a language I speak anymore But it’s the language we used to adore Only with you was I able to miscommunicate Only with you were my opinions misconstrued Disrespect isn’t a language I speak anymore My memory of it is rusty I can barely remember the grammar It was intricate and had a specific structure My boundaries were always compromised After every time I’d let you lie Disrespect isn’t a language I speak anymore My tongue can barely roll the r’s My voice can no longer shout the insults And my mind has forgotten how to manipulate as a result Disrespect isn’t a language I speak anymore So, when we saw each other unexpectedly When used one of its idioms I could no longer recognize it I no longer am fluent in it
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Oct 16, 2021
Oct 16, 2021 at 7:08 PM UTC
a lost language
I'm having an affair with words They take away my breath Words tell me what I need to hear Without missing a step Words work on my emotions I'm transcended by their displays There's legitimate anticipation Within each and every page When I look away for too long There is a longing that takes place The wonder of conclusion Vanished, without a trace Words help me to liberate my own ideas In the subtlest of ways Or when my faith seems in doubt I am enlightened by a phrase Their sense of humor is unequaled Words teach us and inform They can be as cold as ice Or soothing, kind, and warm. Words hold many of life's answers To questions that we seek When written, we can convey Much more than when we speak Words empower, words are strong They help decipher right from wrong Words can guide you, Lead you home Words are your friends When you're alone Words can help, or they can harm you Depending on their use Words can fool you, or misguide you, Lie, or tell the truth What I love, are words' transparency Written right there in black and white If misconstrued, words can lead to tragedy Although the stories' plot is trite We must take part in the mastery Of each and every words avail So that the notions we wish to ration out Are nothing but... The finest of detail. Precision personified Never at a loss for words Or ****** with a mouth for war That's when devastation's heard Instead, a calming smoothness Inspiration from inside This, in my opinion, is the greatest use of words And the peak of humanities pride.
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Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 3:14 AM UTC
No Loss For Words
I'm having an affair with words They take away my breath Words tell me what I need to hear Without missing a step Words work on my emotions I'm transcended by their displays There's legitimate anticipation Within each and every page When I look away for too long There is a longing that takes place The wonder of conclusion Vanished, without a trace Words help me to liberate my own ideas In the subtlest of ways Or when my faith seems in doubt I am enlightened by a phrase Their sense of humor is unequaled Words teach us and inform They can be as cold as ice Or soothing, kind, and warm. Words hold many of life's answers To questions that we seek When written, we can convey Much more than when we speak Words empower, words are strong They help decipher right from wrong Words can guide you, Lead you home Words are your friends When you're alone Words can help, or they can harm you Depending on their use Words can fool you, or misguide you, Lie, or tell the truth What I love, are words' transparency Written right there in black and white If misconstrued, words can lead to tragedy Although the stories' plot is trite We must take part in the mastery Of each and every words avail So that the notions we wish to ration out Are nothing but... The finest of detail. Precision personified Never at a loss for words Or ****** with a mouth for war That's when devastation's heard Instead, a calming smoothness Inspiration from inside This, in my opinion, is the greatest use of words And the peak of humanities pride.
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A determined existence is Just mental slavery, And you have been forced Into accepting by the Inhumane ********** of A world run by profit. Your god is the same As the monsters with Dollar signs in their eyes. Pay your taxes, Pray to your god, And follow the Golden Rule. Your parents always said that Those were the ingredients For a happy life, right? But they never told you That God and Country We're looking out for Corporate greed and they Won't spare a penny To help you survive. So you have been Blinded to the truth, Corruption so deep, You can't trust anyone. Question everything. Blind faith brought The Two Towers to the ground, And bombed Pearl Harbor. The cross killed millions After Jesus bled for Your right to be a blind bigot, Preaching love and Practicing ruin, Hate because of love and Protection for criminals. When the Catholic Churches Sold out the Star of David, ****** capitalized on the hate To leap to power and Force millions of men to ****** and die over beliefs, And choice in imaginary friends. All you know is fear Of the different and unknown, Taught to you by Your family, church, and country. A mental slavery based On submission, ignorance, Hate and fear. All of this was Carefully constructed To keep you buying, And to keep the same Outdated beliefs, divisions, And people well established. It's all so entrenched in Our society that you Already have misconstrued My message to be an attack On your existence   But you are my comrade, Without arms to fight against The corrupted establishment. So here I am, An arms dealer, Delivering to you Truth and sparks For you to pick up the fight When my rebellion is silenced.
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Jan 18, 2013
Jan 18, 2013 at 3:59 PM UTC
Mental Slavery
A determined existence is Just mental slavery, And you have been forced Into accepting by the Inhumane ********** of A world run by profit. Your god is the same As the monsters with Dollar signs in their eyes. Pay your taxes, Pray to your god, And follow the Golden Rule. Your parents always said that Those were the ingredients For a happy life, right? But they never told you That God and Country We're looking out for Corporate greed and they Won't spare a penny To help you survive. So you have been Blinded to the truth, Corruption so deep, You can't trust anyone. Question everything. Blind faith brought The Two Towers to the ground, And bombed Pearl Harbor. The cross killed millions After Jesus bled for Your right to be a blind bigot, Preaching love and Practicing ruin, Hate because of love and Protection for criminals. When the Catholic Churches Sold out the Star of David, ****** capitalized on the hate To leap to power and Force millions of men to ****** and die over beliefs, And choice in imaginary friends. All you know is fear Of the different and unknown, Taught to you by Your family, church, and country. A mental slavery based On submission, ignorance, Hate and fear. All of this was Carefully constructed To keep you buying, And to keep the same Outdated beliefs, divisions, And people well established. It's all so entrenched in Our society that you Already have misconstrued My message to be an attack On your existence   But you are my comrade, Without arms to fight against The corrupted establishment. So here I am, An arms dealer, Delivering to you Truth and sparks For you to pick up the fight When my rebellion is silenced.
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Kicked up clouds of confusion Truth misconstrued Lies are egregious But truth has more manipulative misuses
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Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 6:33 PM UTC
Manipulation
Hidden in the darkness, an entity of no real significance, Cloaked by despair, ruled by regret, acknowledged by few, The shrouded one lives, misunderstood, banished, forgotten, But it lives, it lives. Concealed in the shadows, a being of no hope, Masked by lies, commanded by sorrow, Befriended by none, The shrouded one lives, misconstrued, expelled, obliterated, But it lives, it lives. Obscured in the black, a presence of no ecstasy, Veiled by self-hate, ordered by fear, hated by all, The shrouded one lives, misinterpreted, rejected, meaningless, But it lives, it lives.
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Oct 16, 2012
Oct 16, 2012 at 11:11 AM UTC
The Shrouded One
Silence. Solvent. Substituted; subsidised then marginalised instituted and muted. And, often persecuted. Rationanalised by abstraction: every minuscule interaction dissected. All that is left is convoluted, misconstrued and rejected. The lucid bewildered. The disillusioned bejeweled: rooted in their state of mind. Effortlessly self-proclaiming restraining and refraining purging the imagination: the waning of maligned mankind. And all of his illuminated limitations.
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Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 10:38 PM UTC
Illumination
Friends, family, foes, and those of woe, I invite you to dance this delicate tango with me, right on the line of reality and fantasy. It is here, that, I invite you to the mad tea party. Now, let us get one or two, three or four, maybe ten, one hundred, zero things straight, you are not to be late to the mad tea party, you are to set your time straight and do not stray, but rather show up without delay at the time that serves your mental estate, at a time that feels right with your bones, now, now don't miss that time and don't be late. We are of strict dress code here at the mad tea party. You are not to wear what you saw on him and she and her and we unless it is of, suitable expression to your situation, you are to dress accordingly with your mentality, nothing else will pass the test. You are to act accordingly. Do not laugh when not appropriate, and sit up straight when your spine tells you. Do not speak when your mind is forced to be spoken. Now, have we all straight. I cordially invite you to the mad tea party. Where we dine and wine and tell tales of time, and rejoice on the words those delicately spoke, and dance on the lines theatrically strewn across the room, and sail across every last tale from you and he and yeah her over there too. I invite you to the mad tea party. I invite you tell of when you first saw the earth breath, when the trees and the leaves set to dancing, when you first heard the wind laugh at your grin, and when the raindrops ran fearfully from the erupting sky. I demand of you to tell nothing but that of truth, and watch as the molecules in the air take to vibrating. Take notice to musical clinking of the entities amidst you, and take pride in the gentle stride of the clouds overhead. Did you notice the flowers laughing at you, in between the birth, death and rebirth in accordance with the sun? Did you notice the flowers pull in their petals as they shyed from your step? Take notice to the music and laughter around you at the mad tea party, take great care with the feelings floating about the air, vulnerably buzzing from mind to mind, before their decline and descent to rest their heads. You see, it is here at the great mad tea party, that we do not devoid you of the ability to do as your energy demands, with the issues of time and dress and proper behavior. It is here that we tend to focus on the earth and the breathing of the molecules and atoms  around you, it is here that we go mad. and it is here that I cordially invite you, but before you make your reservation, please eliminate all hesitation. You see the mad tea party is not readily accepted, by the constraints of society and the binds of reality. You see the mad tea party is misconstrued by masses more than just a few. Those who long buried their soul look down on the guests, for they are different than the rest, in that, they're welcoming, into their soul the ability to go mad which is taught to be bad. So before you make your reservation be inexplicably sure, that you are in fact, ready, for the mad tea party.
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Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 11:32 AM UTC
The diary of a mad man
Friends, family, foes, and those of woe, I invite you to dance this delicate tango with me, right on the line of reality and fantasy. It is here, that, I invite you to the mad tea party. Now, let us get one or two, three or four, maybe ten, one hundred, zero things straight, you are not to be late to the mad tea party, you are to set your time straight and do not stray, but rather show up without delay at the time that serves your mental estate, at a time that feels right with your bones, now, now don't miss that time and don't be late. We are of strict dress code here at the mad tea party. You are not to wear what you saw on him and she and her and we unless it is of, suitable expression to your situation, you are to dress accordingly with your mentality, nothing else will pass the test. You are to act accordingly. Do not laugh when not appropriate, and sit up straight when your spine tells you. Do not speak when your mind is forced to be spoken. Now, have we all straight. I cordially invite you to the mad tea party. Where we dine and wine and tell tales of time, and rejoice on the words those delicately spoke, and dance on the lines theatrically strewn across the room, and sail across every last tale from you and he and yeah her over there too. I invite you to the mad tea party. I invite you tell of when you first saw the earth breath, when the trees and the leaves set to dancing, when you first heard the wind laugh at your grin, and when the raindrops ran fearfully from the erupting sky. I demand of you to tell nothing but that of truth, and watch as the molecules in the air take to vibrating. Take notice to musical clinking of the entities amidst you, and take pride in the gentle stride of the clouds overhead. Did you notice the flowers laughing at you, in between the birth, death and rebirth in accordance with the sun? Did you notice the flowers pull in their petals as they shyed from your step? Take notice to the music and laughter around you at the mad tea party, take great care with the feelings floating about the air, vulnerably buzzing from mind to mind, before their decline and descent to rest their heads. You see, it is here at the great mad tea party, that we do not devoid you of the ability to do as your energy demands, with the issues of time and dress and proper behavior. It is here that we tend to focus on the earth and the breathing of the molecules and atoms  around you, it is here that we go mad. and it is here that I cordially invite you, but before you make your reservation, please eliminate all hesitation. You see the mad tea party is not readily accepted, by the constraints of society and the binds of reality. You see the mad tea party is misconstrued by masses more than just a few. Those who long buried their soul look down on the guests, for they are different than the rest, in that, they're welcoming, into their soul the ability to go mad which is taught to be bad. So before you make your reservation be inexplicably sure, that you are in fact, ready, for the mad tea party.
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Clashing lights from the shadows; Thundering in constant motion Red swarms overtaking the blue nights, A grand disturbance - Raging through the cosmos Shifting the course of this endless strife (Wake up now, We have misconstrued our fate) Spiraling forth, into nebulous unknown The force flows from within; Embrace the cause - To restore a balance lost aeons ago Gears turning towards a lie Deceived by peace Crucial moments for the light; Two tides collide Detrimental, Sacrifices, Interstellar transmutation Exiled till, the return of the progeny Remnants of the order Confined to, the corners of the galaxy Strengthened, by the chosen one Fallen hero; Exalts into gradeur Shining greater than the stars Universal luminescence Macrocosmic ~ As Above So Below Frequencies resonating, Constructing wretched Elysium Eternal cataclysm, Decimation A massive surge of power; Lost, following the stars of scripture Kingdoms falling one by one ~ NOVUS ORDO Symmetry unfolds Visions pass Fallacies expose Divine excursion Escape the stasis Elevate, frame of mind Amidst resistance; Ignite lucidity Harmony engulfs, This fractured existence
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Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 12:20 AM UTC
Nebulous Unknown
indecisive, reckless. i'm losing my mind. restless: my heart, my body…i can't control. these thoughts - consuming me, taking me over. my head is whispering, "breathe darling breathe." my heart is crying, my heart is dying my heart is sighing, "let go, let go." restless: my soul, "baby, let go" confused, everything misconstrued. so used, so broken so much complication so much self altercation. indecisive: my heart. my head is shouting, "LET GO, LET GO!" my skin is crawling, my skin is begging my skin is pleading, "don't hurt me no more." restless, reckless, dazed lost in an unnatural haze. my mind is screaming, my heart is weeping my body is traveling on a path; indecisive. which way will it go? away away, as far away as it will stray. broken and still laughing, a walking contradiction. restless: my soul…losing control.
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Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 9:33 PM UTC
Losing control
I never meant to take you for granted, Because you're the best I found, I truly cherish every moment, Of the times you are around. But now and then we say and do, Things we don't intend, My actions were just misconstrued, I never meant to offend. We all regret from time to time, Things we do and say, I just wish I could turn back time, And take your pain away. You mean so much more to me, Than my actions can ever show, I would never intentionally hurt you, This I want you to know. Sometimes we hurt the ones we love most, But that never was my plan, I just hope you can forgive me, And accept me as I am. 09-02-10.
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Dec 30, 2011
Dec 30, 2011 at 1:22 AM UTC
Accept Me As I Am