"misguide" poems
Darling,
did you ever realize
just how harsh society is?
I'm guessing you have,
because I've noticed that lately
you haven't been the same.
For some reason,
society chose to misguide you,
and you've become damaged.
And it's quite a shame,
for I wish you could see yourself
the way I see you.
But being damaged,
does not mean broken.
Always remember that.
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 4:18 PM UTC
Debates, filled with hate,
candidates, go irate.
Put it on national television,
for everyone to see.
Make a disgrace,
of our beloved country.
News lies,
babies cry,
watching innocent people die.
The world falls apart in front of your face,
with issues like the economy, borders, and race.
The news lies,
babies cry,
watch our innocent people die.
The world falls apart in front of your face,
with issues like the economy, borders, and race.
****** scams, and robbery,
all over the **** TV.
Bias reports on politics,
this is how we get our kicks.
Violence, lies, and trickery,
overload the dying TV.
You will soon find,
they’re hypnotizing our weak minds.
News lies,
babies cry,
watching innocent people die.
The world falls apart in front of your face,
with issues like the economy, borders, and race.
The news lies,
babies cry,
watch our innocent people die.
The world falls apart in front of your face,
with issues like the economy, borders, and race.
Don’t try to misguide,
the evidence we provide.
Don’t try to hide,
your disgusting genocide.
Don’t try to hide,
don’t hide,
don’t hide,
don’t hide,
don’t hide,
don’t hide,
don’t hide,
your nationwide genocide.
Genocide, genocide
News lies,
babies cry,
watch those innocent people die.
Stand to the side,
watch a genocide.
Mar 11, 2011
Mar 11, 2011 at 5:05 PM UTC
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.
Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 3:14 AM UTC
Dressed-up words
misguide our naked thoughts
far more than naked thoughts
influence the use of dressed-up words.
Words can be a narcissistic cover-up
or
masks expressing secondary emotions,
even if the wordsmith
is begging to be
needed.
If one desires to communicate
with a purer intent,
to cut through language's sinew
of misinterpretation,
and into truth's marrow,
such communication can happen
within wordless silence
where blooms
touch
waves
salt
sweat
true north,
pantings
in the cold;
the swelling heat
of iron ignition.
When my tongue dissolves the words,
laps up innuendos
and syntax errors of reality
from in-between
the honeyed surface
of language,
over-stimulation
spins me deliriously.
If
this
needs a pause,
a breath to breathe,
to feel the distance,
our wavelengths
will never cease
to communicate.
September 12th, 2015
Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 3:35 PM UTC
The days are long.
The roads are steep.
Have mountains to climb.
No time for sleep.
The weather is harsh.
The world is cruel.
Today, Tomorrow,
Everyday's a duel.
Be wary traveler
Misguide lurks on every turn.
Follow your heart,
The compass to one's yearn.
Now grab your shoes.
We have dreams to chase.
Adventure has a headstart
And there's no time to waste!
Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 5:06 AM UTC
///
when you feel shame insight
the foolish road trends to misguide
you can discover an apple
inside a dark basket
I sigh too long to lose the time
that could make a space between us
the clock is unmanageable,
the horizon grew gray
yesterday night turned on,
the sleepless romantic torment-
I made my hand long,
too long to hold my dreams
where there you were standing
behind a wall,
very thick, and dark
shuttered my eyes
I grew gray
underneath a dusky black moon
finding myself within you,
no focus point imagined
the forgotten days clapping
mystic, bleeding on the red carpet
turned too dark when storm wind
closed the windows-
dreams uttering on a blue sapphire
till the twilight has broken
making a waterfall on a rising sun
but coming closer into a vain of the vale--
///
@ Musfiq us shaleheen
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 5:53 AM UTC
They're gonna try to use my lyrics against me in trial
To prove I've been running for ah thousand miles
Many styles but the flow ********
Ten years gone ah prisoner of war
To live like that with the weight on my back
Ain't no ******* joke homie staying on track
Ese panick attacks to all my rivals
When the news hit the neck about my arrivals
It's called survival for the strong stay alive
You ain't gotta be like me I ain't trying to misguide
Just provide ah course eye view
Of what it's really like for ah chosen few
That's what I do I put your life in this
Ah street gang corrido is ah underground hit
From the face event you might hear the violence
But if you didn't keep you'll find peace in silence
Step in the booth I payed all my dues
If you check new tourist it's like two million views
The reviews say I infuse
That lowrider crews L.A County blues
Some win some lose
In their grave they snooze
While the DJ cut it up on the ones and twos
That's cool that's what the criminal say
So I'ma keep riding homeboy no delay
Big C Rock Mac 11 spray
Got the people in the zone ******* no bang
Put your hands up now put them down
Only the selected could cancel the crown
The rest of you clowns get faced down
Las puertas del Infierno ese that's my sound
Notorious Enemy that's how I get down
Ain't giving up nada catching no rebound
So album after album that I keep on dropping
Letting everybody know there ain't no stopping
This my coffin so bury me in it
Intellectual metaphor bout the music business
Mental fitness along with lyrical sickness
Loyal getting ready cross examine ah witness
Bout to fix this
Situation at hand
Cause my presence on ah stage ese high demand
Here I am
C Rocka the legend
Ink oozing out my pen is carving ah message
Say I'm destined to lead ah battalions
Sentenario change wing that's my home in Dalan
Not Italian but you get it kapish
I'ma sit up in the cut till it's time to release
My dominion's of angels and demons
To the scene where it's needed
Cause my people's is fiending
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 8:07 PM UTC
fragile
so please don't break me
heartless
so please don't love me
misunderstood
so please don't try to understand me
almost blind
so please don't misguide me
patient
so please don't rush me
weak
so please don't step all over me
confused
so please don't mess with my mind
missing you
so please come closer
craving you
so please hold tighter
needing you
so please don't leave
pulling you
so please stop pushing away
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Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 10:21 PM UTC
I love it when you take control, I love it when you re-own me.
I love it when you squeeze my gut, I love it when you re-establish me.
So you're a bad guy?
Think again...
Dominate you until your juices explodes.
I'm your savage, a perfect mystery.
A weapon, a long lost slavery.
Misguide your imperfections and make you tell me again,
Who's the bad guy?
**** with your mind and turn the page, write a new script and flip a new chapter...
But you like it really rough, hmm, tough guy.
Let's go again, I'm your bad guy, you're my ***** think again...
I just make you think you're my daddy, and you think I'm your ***** it's called the master of trickery.
But it's the other way around, That's how good I am, at being the bad guy.
But you still wanna **** with me, you love it, **** with you like you ****** with me the other night.
But that's the thing about my duality, she likes it really rough, she's tough, she plays games and always wins.
You lose, tough guy.
I'm the bad guy, hmm...
DUH
...
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 8:06 AM UTC
Don't let perception of the Weak-Minded kind get the best of your reality.
With editing, other people's words get twisted and misalign clarity.
Envy hardly reflects the truth- if so, it's a rarity.
Lurking under a cloud called obscurity- often they hide.
These Weak-Minded kind.
Thriving off of the pain of those they casually misguide.
Stirring up emotions then they run off to the side.
Cowards, these Weak-Minded kind.
Watching as two half-truths try to coincide.
Cut and pasted, the truth gets lost in time.
Feelings start to hurt as hateful words collide.
Repeating things never said,
But overheard more than a few times.
Angers flare,
As words fly.
Regrets of all kinds,
slip and slide,
Breaking ties,
damaging pride.
Fine on the outside,
Scared for life,
on the inside.
All because the Weak-Minded kind, rather lie.
It's people like this I despise.
Hidden behind their friendly disguise.
To afraid to show their face; but diss guys.
When you confront them; get no replies.
Just a shocked dumb look in their eyes.
These weak minded people are a waste of time.
They can't make up their mind half of the time.
So they are basically lying, all of the time.
Having a good-time, ruining your good time.
They only way to beat them; don't pay them no mind.
Best way to **** parasites, especially the Weak-Minded kind.
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 2:36 PM UTC
My brain is your atomic nuclear warfare paintings
All the while you face-lift X-box babies
Needle-thread we're dead babe don't you make a man crave
For things he can't quite understand but doesn't want to hit the hand.
Severance is fiction in the hands of friction,
****** deviance and erratic disobedience,
Covers the covers like a silk-screen layout
Jack it up and crack it up to be ****** up takeout.
Oh yeah? Well over we're starving ripping pieces off the mountains
Dentistry mythology, who needs a medical degree?
The label on the box said the tape was all in my head
But I don't hear a ******* sound except the fire all around
Grass is misleading and graffiti complaining
The AK is God here and through towns we're raiding
You think you got it so bad this is all the life we ever had
And don't you ever stop by cause our values are just alibis.
Okay, enough! This is all a double feature burger for here or to go
This is all a Catholic preacher in a Red Cross rodeo
Life is an airplane flying overhead carrying passengers with nothing in their heads
And turning all the lights out and pulling all the blinds down so they can't see the truth.
Disguise misguide and everything in between
Have you seen the ***** film with Jenna Haze and Jimmy Dean?
Garden salad, Diet Coke, check now and choke
Give us our bombs so we can run and go and rig the new VOTES.
Let me run it by the city council one more time
We're seeing flying cars and houses of cards and stumbling and tumbling
And rumbling and rumoring the hilarious splinter consumering
Maneuvering, assuming bottles fly with seagull eyes
The trees burn here like candy canes and run in the grass like membranes
Toxic fumes and entrails for reasoning and cold shame
Shudder at the thought of a shutter in a hot fuzz tee shirt worn by the slick insane
Generating heaterpuppy psychologic fragile now, undertow, the fifth row in the theater at the Apollo.
Feb 17, 2011
Feb 17, 2011 at 6:58 PM UTC
on desk
on floor
against the wall
it’s true
it’s true
I have a few
it is not here
or over there
my word!
my word
is everywhere…
I Seuss’d …It’s fun! :)
—————————————
I gave you my word.
Now yours.
Use it.
Warm your sentence
if you will.
And tho not glamorous
it could be.
Made up
with coloured eyes
blush cheeks
ruby red lips.
Yet know, my word is not made up.
My word, that tickles my fancy
not tangled in frilly misguide.
More passionate.
That of a tender shoulder
is honest real.
My word is utter natural
as most good words in life are.
And tho it told of no expectations
it is brimful of meaning.
Take my word.
It is for you.
Pop it deep within your glory box
and remember.
My word was as real a word as any true.
…and that is how our words ought be.
Jul 23, 2012
Jul 23, 2012 at 11:26 PM UTC
She have created a world,
that she did not know.
have appointed a pawn,
to build it for her.
Waited until it's done,
never ever sat on it.
No worries and second thoughts,
trusted on her mighty wits
thought this was good,
Will make her the master.
To go with the trends,
of this fast phased ambience.
Did not care on the work,
Showed a little effort.
while the poor pawn,
was proving his humble worth.
stayed late,
worked overtime.
to polish the demands
of the demanding divine.
while Time had flee,
the so-called universe was done,
completed the systems,
of holy progress crowned.
Yes! she was overwhelmed,
without knowing the details,
as she takes the merit,
the deed and the title.
Not until a flaw,
was shown and highlighted,
because of her ill leadership,
issues have ignited.
why and why,
are the repeating questions,
all thrown to the poor pawn,
gazillion revisions.
Yes she knows why,
but she never cared.
you can't approach and talk,
but the mood was always there.
All the issues,
resulted from the unobserved.
Scattered around,
up down onboard.
And you can see,
the blame is always there,
for the incomplete universe,
she want's to give and share.
as she pushes the pawn,
off the high cliff,
with spikes and swords,
sinking quicksand beneath.
as the Queen wants it,
the fame and popularity,
easily shifts mood,
cannot adjust to scarcity.
As she blames it,
to the skilled pawn,
turns to her scapegoat,
to protect her own
to misguide and uplift,
one's own selves.
to project a good image,
and please the elves.
as she was pressured,
by his lord King,
yes! she's pressured,
without a wink.
and she had slaved the kingdom,
for a long long time,
oh darkness ruled,
as she drinks her wine.
Until the pawn had chance,
to gather alliance,
break free from slavery,
come and hear the mob's chant.
Until they realized,
that they are abused,
given a title,
that is always misused.
Until the pawn reacts,
had the ultimate break.
saw an opening,
and it's zap, it's checkmate .
Feb 23, 2011
Feb 23, 2011 at 5:37 AM UTC
Did you tell her about
The edge of the Universe,
Where the stars don't blink,
And you bathe in a sea of your sins,
The colors spoke to you,
In poetry and lies,
Desaturate your mind,
And step in through the blinds.
Is there anybody on this frequency
Listening to this voiceless prayer?
I want to go from here.
Painless offering of winged snakes,
Take flight down a road,
Where blind men see,
And snakes talk in ancient tongues.
Buses blue and yellow,
Take you to the playground
Where the pilgrims disappeared in holy smoke.
Black holes greet you with open arms,
Into the war-torn fields of red,
So beautiful, so ****** so red.
Staring at your defenseless eyes,
Headless hunters, brainless,
Seek you to join them.
Desert child,
Did the sun blind you?
Did the heat seep in through your skin
And burn you inside?
You've been digging at the wrong end,
The light will blind you,
Misguide you,
The exit is to the west.
Hurry.
There's a storm coming.
Get out !
Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 10:56 AM UTC
egos collide, egos divide
narcissistic and too commanding
egos inside, egos provide
an image that is so demanding
egos misguide, egos betide
the mind that is not expanding
egos aside, egos denied
would lead to more understanding
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 11:34 AM UTC
***I am not particularly good with words
Sure I write them
Recite them
Treasure them
Display them for all to see
Hide them within lines of steno pads
Describe them with colorful phrases
Empathize with the power of each of them
Sympathize the relative terms as they form
Sentences dancing around the ideas of them
When they stand alone they mean something
Not all though just a few stand alone in meaning
Some terms of endearment others in disgruntled behavior
Sure I may be able to twist them
Play with them
Portray them
Written word upon yellow sheets lined with hidden truths
Seek within them
Find them
Use them
Take them as your own
Live them
Feel them
Show them the meaning
As you produce them into written form
Perhaps in poetry or in novels
Speak them
Deliver speeches with them
Never misuse misspell misguide them
Foolishly divide them
So mark my word, I know not how to use them
Just spill them
Paint with them
Love them as my own lexicon of expression
Most importantly be true to them
Tie a gold ribbon around them
Inspire them
Teach them
Most importantly let them be used properly
A proper use of them goes a long way
Translate them into powerful vocalizations
So I know not how to use them!***
Jun 11, 2010
Jun 11, 2010 at 8:19 AM UTC
Twenty ticks and eleven tocks into a man’s day, the first of seven days for him to ponder the effect of past events on the present moment. Dressed in dark colors inconspicuous as his wardrobe mimics the morning sky. He places a finger to his mind, directing his thoughts to the decision that fate happens for a reason. A reason requiring keen insight from the divine to decipher its riddle disguised as purpose.
He stares towards the perennial peak of a hill and recalls the feeling of disappointment at his failed ambitions dictated by the imposing expectations implanted within his childhood. His perception, now a broken compass, misguide his spirit through the fog of unsolicited opinions. Decisions wavering in the gusts of a thousand voices. Today becomes the younger twin of Yesterday both determined to clone their DNA upon Tomorrow.
Alone with his thoughts as his misery is unable to find the company it seeks.
The first of seven days is now complete.
Dec 8, 2011
Dec 8, 2011 at 1:51 PM UTC
People come,
and Lovers go.
Follow your passion
and strive for your goal.
Tomorrow is real,
and time will come.
But love is reserved
for the naive ones.
Love is for the lonely
or the ones who haven't found themselves.
Not for you, you pretty one
take the world for yourself.
You cannot fall in love,
What falls, breaks.
And you cannot grow in it either,
for the seeds are fakes.
Don't let love misguide you,
for its nothing but a shadow.
It'll linger and fade,
because people themselves outgrow.
I tell you this as a warning.
Steel up your heart, and let it grow cold.
For if you cannot love, you cannot get heart-broken.
At least... That's what I'm told...
Nov 19, 2016
Nov 19, 2016 at 10:18 PM UTC
No body seems to ******* understand me. . . .look at me, look deep into my eyes. . . stop producing your ****** up image of what is light. . .
i can't deny i am perfect, sane, mentally pro societal brain. . .all i ever please, to show the world it's better then it is. . .without unimagenary
peoples guided by misleading creepers. . .who long to prolong themselves as glory. . .who just foster an image, don't worry. . **** you that's all i have,
i know what you do, what you tend, intend. . .gleeful only in your pleasures, while the world sits, eyes glued to misriden stories. . .i was only lonely until
i found the truth in peoples worries. . .and how to share such worrisome gories, when these ***** hide behind closed door stories. . .how could i help
you to understand, when this ***** been plenty said and done beyond a blend. . .how could you see an image of a child so torn, worn by this crazy bich earth's demolished
born. . .how could you even understand one simple pain when your not even reached beyond your sightest plain. . .kneel over, give up yourself,.. .that's
how forgotten you will be, since no one ever will hear you. . .what a ******* nightmare, how could you be so slightly underdeveloped, subconsciously
fallen under what's been fought and bled for you. . .many a men, fighting for an existance of absolute redemption from all such horific ideals as of one's
greedful sight, who but misguide you and take flight, because what such ***** but to put your sons and daughters into fight against their brothers and sisters.
Oct 12, 2011
Oct 12, 2011 at 12:23 AM UTC
Don’t mean to misguide,
Misadvise,
Scrutinize
Don’t devise
Any plans
Anymore
I apprise
What of relevant use
From experience brings
Synchronicity from
The discordant heartstrings
May 22, 2023
May 22, 2023 at 9:53 AM UTC
Carrier and Future is in your hand
To Rise or Fall in Carrier is in your hand,
Do not drop your carrier or future ,
It is in your hand;
Do not misguide your future in treacherous and adultery,
Do not misguide your carrier in keeping other's fool.
Do not cheat yourself ,
You destroy yourself.
By Cheating no one can make history.
Clean and transpernce mind wins the race.
Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 10:45 AM UTC
I see your inner walls built incredibly high
Your walls seem to match the height of mine
Impenetrable walls fastened together with lies
To give off the impression that you are just fine
Founded on grounds scattered with broken binds
Unlike historical buildings that deteriorate over time
Your walls strengthen, reacting to what was unkind
A never ending job you cannot simply resign
Looking after your heart in the walls you refined
Examining the scars that constantly reminds
Why your walls were built and cautiously designed
You retreat behind your walls where safety is implied
Hidden in darkness, your feelings start to unwind
Consumed by the darkness you become blind
Sheltered by your walls you cannot see you are confined
Unable to see me, we are on the same side
Tears manage to escape, holding back is denied
Let me hold you, I am here, here for you to confide
Let us use the bricks that emerged from our cries
Tearing down our walls that use to misguide
Build stairs from our ruins so we can rise
Leading to a future that remains untried
Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 1:16 PM UTC
I'll close my eyes
And just drift away.
Maybe sometime soon,
You'll be here to stay.
I know it takes time.
Darling, that's okay.
I'll be by your side.
Just don't fade away.
You're scared, I can see.
Everyone around worries you.
Please realize that there is no need
For you to be afraid of me.
You can take my hand,
I'll show you the way.
I won't misguide you,
Or lead you astray.
I won't hurt you,
Or leave any scars.
You can stay by my side,
Like the moon and the stars.
I won't say that I love you.
For that, it's a bit too soon,
But darling, believe me when I say
That I truly care about you.
I'll open my eyes,
You're not by my side.
I'll just drift back off,
Then I can hide.
Dec 4, 2013
Dec 4, 2013 at 3:44 PM UTC
They use soft gentle tones,
as if the scream of already known truth
is feared to burst my eardrums
and shatter my seemingly delicate china glass
of a soul.
I am not as broken as they think I am.
My mind may be frayed in places but
never do the patches become too worn and the seams
unravel and burst against my will.
They can throw all their unintelligent thoughts at me
and mistaken my non-catching for clumsiness.
But I have myself by my side and that is all that is needed.
Pity is a misguide and a sentence of the weak,
and I know I am better.
They are wrong, and
I am strong.
Aug 14, 2016
Aug 14, 2016 at 6:55 AM UTC
that below you,
your feet,
your soul..
something stirs from the ancients
awakening this new oblivion..
you ask how, never.
could it be just,
simple
hunger..
the fright with no recover
for no means lay discoverable here..
land frozen, bitter.
and may i add,
succinct,
short, sweet..
do not falter, new directions
create the life you've grown to know quite well..
suffer, yet prevail.
though still and still,
that empty
fills up..
void full of fallacies like
what you see is what you get, where's the faith..
in the world, yourself.
you must go search,
you can't
let go..
for that which hides is worth finding
in both the journey and the resolution..
let your ship set sail.
be the captain,
guide that
helm through..
endure whatever comes forth
to misguide you, deceive you, taunt, block you..
crush the ice, bring hope.
numb to the bone,
but wait,
the warmth..
euphoria, achievement's
best reward when such struggles, outperformed.
you've reached the goal,
now make two more.
failure comes, and
failure goes, but
success is worth more than a thousand stones.
port, bow, starboard, stern, compass unbeknown,
never hesitate in changing your course..
follow the north wind,
let it take you home.
May 4, 2011
May 4, 2011 at 5:41 PM UTC