"miscontrue" poems
The beauty of sight,
which takes in the world.
Seeing, believing,
we create our own world.
The thing we depend on,
what we rely on.
It is the source, from which all things are born.
Size, shape, colour and texture,
All things are created with a single gesture.
With these eyes I see day,
Closing them I see night,
the creation of this world,
dependent entirely on my sight.
Though this power is strong, incredible and mighty,
shaping our world as if without our psyche.
We come to rely on them, believing they are truth,
instead of seeing, that they are all a ruse.
The Sight in dreams, seeing reality,
We miscontrue, what is false and reality.
Our perceptions like colours diluting our sight,
who can say, what we see is right?
Where those depressed see darkness,
those happy see light.
Those experiencing clarity,
sees things that are right.
Understanding the reality as it is,
seeing the rising, and falling of this.
Perceiving the very essence of sight,
all may understand what is truly, right.
So will you take the first step,
will you begin to see,
the reality in front of you,
not what you imagine it to be?
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 9:52 AM UTC
had done outrageous decision
uttered down their misconception
deceipted their boon companion
putting an end to initiated fight
they would run as they might
the sounds of their agony circulates
tortured by their own miscontrue
having life of a remorseful prisoner
pleads for mercy on their knees
spare them from the choices of life
**** or be dead
Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 4:52 AM UTC