"misleads" poems
Deplorable and horrible;
Despicable, abhor-able;
It reiterates, evaluates,
Desiccates, and exacerbates . . .
It never fails, to fall too short,
But always fails as a support . . .
In an attempt to be freed, it misleads to bad deeds
And creates a hunger -- vacuous,
Yet, impossible to feed.
It chases the light away,
And it longs to be alone.
So I am so ashamed to say,
That in my skull,
It found its home.
So I'll fight and fight against it,
. . . But I'll always lose the battle.
It seems that even as I trudge ahead,
That somehow I still straggle.
It is the artist, I am the instrument.
Like a light bulb to its filament.
Every day I'm at the bottom,
Forced to climb back up the hill again.
But I think the day has come . . .
When I've finally stopped walking.
I've reached a door that can’t be opened,
And decided to stop knocking . . .
It's me and who I've become;
It's my actions and what I've done . . .
So, as much as I despise it,
It seems my brain, and I, are one.
Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 3:12 AM UTC
I'm lost in the jungle. It's so dense and vast.
Makes me wonder if I'll ever get out.
I keep moving forward, trying to escape.
It's no use though. The darkenss misleads me.
Continuously in circles I wander.
It's so hard to move. The vines engulf me.
Tangled in them I struggle.
If only I had a blade, a machete of some sort.
Something to free me, detach me,
let me flow through this jungle as the river does.
Constricted, alone with my discomfort,
I deal with the vines myself. Embrace them, natural and bare.
It's hard. Feels almost impossible.
But on my own, by myself, of my own will, I sever them.
A subtle gratitude is felt. A sense of accomplishment expereinced.
Glimmers of light sparkle through the canopy. A path emerges.
It was obscured in the shadows of the vines.
On this path the jungle feels so different.
Observing the trees and creatures,
There's a calmness, a peaceful harmony.
The path leads to a peak. At that summit I gaze the treetops.
Shining radience touches everything. Many paths lead to this peak.
Seeing the jungle as it really is, I ponder. A realization is had.
No matter where in the jungle I am, the sun is always shining.
Whether I can see it or not, a pathway out is always there.
Within the jungle I was lost.
Above the jungle I am found.
Nov 29, 2013
Nov 29, 2013 at 11:09 PM UTC
A little kingdom I possess
where thoughts and feelings dwell,
And very hard I find the task
of governing it well;
For passion tempts and troubles me,
A wayward will misleads,
And selfishness its shadow casts
On all my words and deeds.
How can I learn to rule myself,
to be the child I should,
Honest and brave, nor ever tire
Of trying to be good?
How can I keep a sunny soul
To shine along life's way?
How can I tune my little heart
To sweetly sing all day?
Dear Father, help me with the love
that casteth out my fear;
Teach me to lean on thee, and feel
That thou art very near,
That no temptation is unseen
No childish grief too small,
Since thou, with patience infinite,
Doth soothe and comfort all.
I do not ask for any crown
But that which all may win
Nor seek to conquer any world
Except the one within.
Be thou my guide until I find,
Led by a tender hand,
Thy happy kingdom in myself
And dare to take command.
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fueled by alcohol
swollen emotions,
the age of consent
and mistakenly stuck doors
the mutual understanding that comes with a singular passion
singular desire
just one time
but when the clock chimes
1:45
and curfewed kisses are few
you take my hands and sing
"i want to know you"
my fingers weave along my glowing screen
praying your given digits will be well received
and when my phone buzzes
i sigh
for i had tried to not let doubt cloud my mind
but i did not know you yet
and it rarely happens like this
when the clock chimes
6:00 Am
my rosy cheeks wait in the cold mist
a note on the table excusing my absence
a pale faced taxi driver goes through the required motions
to take me to your warm lips
with two hours of sleep
your makeshift bed is the port in a storm
and your slight frame is the sort that initially misleads
but it is powerful and exceeds expectations
the sweet sharing of bad puns
disney songs
and the unexpected "i love you"
the "you have beautiful eyes"
and the mess that is my hair do
i wake you with a warm hand to the hip
and a quick kiss on the lip
reassures me it was the right thing to do
the twang of ukulele
and its warm wood brush over my breast
its hard form against my warm chest
you sing for me
and the poetry that traverses your lips is magic
though slight
you have no trouble maneuvering through my wide rivers
and hidden valleys
my small forests
you flip me with ease
a playful tease
tracing racing and running
soon warm water runs over our shadowy forms
because though forever may be spent in bed
the real world obligates us to move
to shower
in our travels we find ourselves caught in drizzly public transportation
making our way to the place of your occupation
though we are eating for two
you order three breakfasts
making up for the meal missed
replaced with loving
surrounded by kissing
you drink coffee
a quick pick-me-up
i drink a london fog
to remind me of the sleepy morning
and a quick peck to the lips reminds me of the rest
a test of my willpower
my power to resist taking you then and there
though that may have resulted in your termination
so i resist my considered temptation
i take a slight deviation
for every story must end
every sentence
no matter how much love
we must wait for blood
because every hook up,
every sentence
must end with a period.
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 4:08 AM UTC
In love's dances, in love's dances
One retreats and one advances,
One grows warmer and one colder,
One more hesitant, one bolder.
One gives what the other needed
Once, or will need, now unheeded.
One is clenched, compact, ingrowing
While the other's melting, flowing.
One is smiling and concealing
While the other's asking kneeling.
One is arguing or sleeping
While the other's weeping, weeping.
And the question finds no answer
And the tune misleads the dancer
And the lost look finds no other
And the lost hand finds no brother
And the word is left unspoken
Till the theme and thread are broken.
When shall these divisions alter?
Echo's answer seems to falter:
'Oh the unperplexed, unvexed time
Next time...one day...one day...next time!'
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He often asked me if I believed in love
I often answered if love believed me
see he was willing to fix the flame
that no longer burnt when the sun left on rainy days
he saw the flaws that I let escape
I saw the love that he yarned to give
so I soaked my heart in his treasures
never fully understanding the meaning to
Love
So who the **** was he kidding?
Thinking I could be open to love
Let’s reminisce
my heart was done when josh burnt his bridges
maybe when jose told me he never viewed me as
His Women
or maybe when I laid beside a man who never called me
He
told me he loved me
just to undress me
only to finesse me
just to say he sexed me
In mind he next me just to move on to the next me
you know the shy girl with the heart of gold
often eager to please that she misleads
in ends up
on a broken rode
So I often asked could he see his self loving
after his heart was left in a
disaster?
He just said
Disaster aren’t final destinations
May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 4:44 PM UTC
Things just don't fit together like they used to. I knew I had lost many of my pieces along the way, but I was painfully unaware of the full extent of my loss.
I slip and my cards fall in slow motion from my hands. I have lost my queen of hearts and I wonder if I will ever find her. My jigsaw gets smaller and I wonder what my fascination with puzzles was ever even about.
Youth misleads our clumsy fingers until adolescence can guide them more clearly, but how is adolescence to know the right direction? What is our destination anyway? Where are we going? What are we trying to find?
I reach under the couch and find a joker... Wait, he was joking? It shocks me like a jack in a box. How could I have been so naive? Of course his actions were insincere. They always are. They always will be.
I am looking for my queen of hearts. Her jigsaw pieces slot perfectly into mine. She is not so much of a queen as a princess, but she certainly possesses many a gullible heart. She possesses my gullible, frail heart.
I yearn for her crumpled, dog-eared kisses as she floats to the floor with the certain elegance of a queen. She snapped my heart, spit on the pieces and dealt me out a new hand. She does not understand... The only hand I wish to have is hers in mine.
She may have gone fishing for a challenge, but there will always be too many riddles for her to answer... I lost my queen of hearts. I am puzzled. I am too afraid to gamble my love away on any other card.
Once upon a time, she bet that I would give in, give up and fold her up. No, I will not fold until I have won... I will win her heart. I will win the game.
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 4:45 PM UTC
The vapor trails across the starry sky,
they seem to span the universe but they
mislead my aching heart, my searching eye.
Like rainbow's end, if only there could I
locate that *** of gold, I'd surely spray
the vapor trails across the starry sky,
to find again the one for whom I cry,
yet always hopeful dreams in words I say
mislead my aching heart, my searching eye.
Without a *** of gold, or any prize,
the floating road may yet still lead the way.
Oh, vapor trails across the starry sky,
if I could follow, would you be close by
to my brother? My mind, now gone astray,
misleads my aching heart, my searching eye.
Now as I stare above, with blurring eyes,
night winds have blown the vapor trails away.
The vapor trails across the starry sky,
mislead my aching heart, my searching eye.
(C)2008, Christos Rigakos
Oct 16, 2012
Oct 16, 2012 at 10:12 AM UTC
I promised myself to never write when I was depressed.
And then I realized I would never write again.
So yes, sadness has its flavour, a taste acquired,
Like all the finer things in life,
A bit of bitter often brides us better,
The sweet of things misleads and makes us dull,
So yes,we have arrived to suffer, to ask and persevere,
Our fate is not to believe but to become,
We are God in the making, we are the design.
So little time.
May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 11:07 AM UTC
You’d be surprised
What can be accomplished
With your eyes sealed to the world
Stumbling in and out of love
With the wrong person,
The right person
Standing still while
The crowd moves about
And you face the opposite direction
Awaiting the joy
Coveted and insured from bloom
As it swims past your bones like a ghost
The miles you drive
Without taking the sights
Or abiding the lines
You can point and shoot
You can win or lose
But it holds no concern
It’s the feeling of knowing you’re lost
But cease to admit
Because it looks like life
There is no sleep to be had
When you shut your eyes to the world
Just an endless reaching for the walls you built
Maintain balance
So no one suspects
And tramples the comfort you found
They only see brown rust in your eyes
If you never show the raw burning red
And the vacancy of motive
Nothing hurts so bad
If you don’t stare directly at it
Or ignore it altogether
But when you finally open them
Don’t be skittish about what you’ve found
It’s only happening one blink at a time
War and drugs
And wars on drugs
And automatic guns
Disease and regret
And misleads and misread
And greed over guilt
Smiles and words
All things absurd
Hunger and cures
Lies and truths
Bigotry and fake news
Decay of education
Tribalism
Bibles
Prisons
Capital
Collateral
Intangibles
But you’ve pulled back the curtains
And you’ve drawn in the light
So you must never again close your eyes
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 12:55 PM UTC
we are prompted
in these hours
to find awareness..
awaken in the
dreams we live..
to recognize a
matrix disguise..
the matrix masks
hides our Reality
misleads our senses..
one simple form
of sacred geometry
gifts a key for
sought transform..
a torus in motion
may unclog
life's flowing stream..
the torus connects
light and shadow..
its motion cleanses
exposing new light..
the torus introduces
new energy sources
with-in and with-out
reaching intractable
hunger and pain..
torus is ancient
lost now remembered..
much yet to know
but a Torus may be
creeping into
our morning
meditations...
Mar 15, 2013
Mar 15, 2013 at 1:06 PM UTC
They hide gifts,
They hold thinking,
stinking or otherwise,
They help sort, organize, stuff,
S.O.S.
for us who need boxes and either
what we own is inside a box, which'is
inside a box we live in but the letters
of the names are scrambled as
they were dropped as I rambled
past the point of no return.
Then there is thinking outside the box.
Compass points that are arrows to Mr. and Ms. Direction,
an insurrection of sorts if your internal compass,
misleads and you wrap your arms to shore up the sides
which look like ribs but act like boxwalls and constrict your
breathing, and you end up
heaving, gasping and reaching for a paper bag,
to even your breathing
to signal your leaving, anxious for this to end?
so I can start grieving for
what I never had,
an imagination, without walls of cardboard.
©DWE112013
Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 2:47 AM UTC
my dreams turned to nightmares
and i'm afraid
i'm not getting anywhere
running circles passing myself by
day in , day out
the seasons may change but i never do.
always the same
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i wake up the next day and its always the ******* same
my life is stuck on repeat like starting over a game
that you lost but i'm getting nowhere
not learning anything to help me repair
its all too much and not enough.
the CD has a scratch that i cannot buff
much like my problems, i'm so fed up.
screaming in my head 'like what the fuck'
life goes on, and i'm still messed up.
_______________________
my dreams turned to nightmares
and i'm afraid
i'm not getting anywhere
running circles passing myself by
life is funny , fate misleads
what does it cost to just be free?
the devil is waiting to be unleashed
into a never ending circle
Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 8:47 PM UTC
Hate is a darkness
A feeling, a sound, a phrase, a sight
It's a swirling atrocity
Surfacing from the deep depths of our souls
Breaking through
Poisoning and ravaging and tainting each perception
It blinds and maims
It's has no remorse
It drowns, seeping into every crevice of your being, leaving nothing untouched
Gradually, it consumes your soul
Torn, bruised yet bursting with spite, sin, jealousy, deceit, manipulation, lies
It never ends
Twists, turns and misleads
A game you could never possibly win,
And one you've inevitably already lost
In hate you find a rotten hope for violence and injustice
It'll devour everything and I hope it should not afflict the world thereafter
It plagues ideas and concepts
It is sown amongnst us
Harbouring a tendency to cast a perilous shadow
Laying a trap to the unwary
It befalls even the worthy and the gracious
Those in love with love
Those that love the light and the light of love
But mostly those who love
As with love there always lurks hate
And with hate you extinguish the love
KG
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 3:15 PM UTC
The network that makes you work to enrich owners
It can allow you create personal space too large to fill
It ***** time and you n'ere know it
Keeping your fingers busy and eyes fixed
Feasting on the newest and reviewing the oldest
Suggesting closeness to them that live miles away
Keeping you worlds away from them around you
Smiling, crying, angry and depressed for the unknown
Caring less, annoyed by and disregarding kin to be popular to the world unknown
This network illuminates and misleads, connects and disconnects
Builds the world away and destroys the one here
It sells much folly and offers little wisdom
It is a world outside our world
Very social yet asocial
Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 7:12 AM UTC
Make me
Believe,
Begin a commitment
A livid, frigid rigidity
Born and bred in its misery
All contemptuous purity,
Misleads serene duplicity
In all admissible virility,
Sacrosanct and all unviable,
This disposition unreliable,
Outlooks not so reliable,
Ridiculous and undeniable
This solitary moment,
Not in itself so all that potent,
Releasing all these fetid rodents,
Systemic linear motion
Curtailing our devotion
To freeing all emotion
Held true by we, the free.
We fall to power, victims
To this inhuman system,
All zealous to its deception,
Information, insurrection,
Categorized by failures at hand,
Unaware of the faults of man.
Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 9:54 PM UTC
There may be something that depends on thee-
you hi-sprung holly which is dainty in the forest,
resting in your lawless ways a cudgel of berries.
Tease then, deny me, mammal inappropriate for your stock,
your bounty is more for the nimble of hock,
who have a stomach stranger to mine,
who needs't not pay me any mind.
Force here will do no good, no,
which confuses me by force of reason,
misleads me through whorls of rhyme.
I fell in love once,
it was confusing.
Perhaps to un-know!
Oh, how my names elude me.
Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 7:53 AM UTC
I see you hurting
And fear there's not much I can do
The truth sometimes shatters hope,
But I promise, a little goodness remains, too
Maybe in time you'll see
You never truly lost what you need
At times, what you want
Isn't what's best, but misleads
Though if you wish to kick and scream
Shout to the Heavens on your knees
Cry in a corner or curse freely
I'll stand by--now and always--caring deeply
© JL Smith
Sep 22, 2018
Sep 22, 2018 at 6:32 PM UTC
Molly suffers from depression
She's had it for ages
It's okay to sit next to her
What she's got isn't contagious
She sees you look at her with pity
But that isn't what she needs
She tries to look after herself
Her appearance it misleads
She feels constantly tired
The fatigue it gets her down
She hopes she might feel better
If she has a trip into town
She thinks that she might pop
Into the cafe for a bite
But since she's been depressed
She hasn't had much appetite
A good night's sleep
Is a distant memory
Going to bed at ten at night
Then up and wide-awake at three
She feels so worthless
And waits for the phone to ring
Usually a family member
Wanting a loan of something
She remembers how she used to feel
Before she was depressed
When she didn't feel so irritable
And was hardly ever stressed
She feels a sense of anguish
A let-down to her family
They all seem to see
Her depression as a malady
The loss of her old self
Causes her great sadness
Her family tells their friends
That Molly suffers from a madness
They think that it is funny
But don't realise the hurt
That they cause to Molly
If only to her former self she could revert
They ring her up for no reason at all
They say it’s all in fun
Her depression lost her all of her friends
At the mercy of daughter and son
Depression is an illness
That can happen to us all
No matter how much money you have
It’s something you can not forestall
If by chance one day
You see Molly in the town
Why not stop and say hello
Make her smile instead of frown
Ask her how she is today
Enquire what she has bought
Depression is an illness
Not a disease that can be caught
Jan 29, 2017
Jan 29, 2017 at 12:58 PM UTC
By:Cedric McClester
They smoke, they drink
And fornicate
Then claim a religion
That they must hate
While trying to form
A new caliphate
Made up of gullible people
Led by an apostate
He’s studied Qu’ran
And got a degree
But routinely misleads
Muslim wannabes
By proselytizing
He makes ‘em agree
With his twisted logic
On how things should be
At the risk of redundancy
Let me restate
What I’ve said before
He’s an apostate
With his own religion
That’s comprised of hate
And most of the uumah
Does not relate
Some call him Sheikh
Other imam
But I call him apostate
Cuz I don't give a ****
Despite all his followers
Who’ve been programmed
Into believing his dogma
See they've just been scammed
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2015. All rights reserved.
Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 5:44 PM UTC
So many things to think about,
Not too many to talk about
Some things are better kept locked
In a dark foreboding too
The time misleads the hands and feet
Walking aimlessly around 100 mile town
Broken down and out of society
Away
The time misleads eyes and ears
Straining at the rainbow for the ever after
Stuck in the rain, drenched and far
Alone
Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 2:03 AM UTC
Life and death breathe in my state of immunity death brings fate to calamity wisdom is outstandind it makes you stand our from the crowd exceedingly , I forbid but the dark still proceed I just wana dwell in the ark and suceed am a seed rooted beside the see of greatness and recrouted prosperity
My heart pumps twice for winter and summer for ****** and osama B or martin luther choose what you wana breath detect and eject any pathogen that might bring a disease
What does your heart concieve as it proceeds to pump use both eyes to see but if one misleads you its better to receive life in one view than to swallow a nife and never go trough
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 1:01 PM UTC
Mom always said not to frown
If I'd had something to be happy about, my smile wouldn't of been upside down
Now on my brow
Is a permanent scowl
Chiseled in stone
From when I've grown cold
People complain about crows feet
But every person like that I meet
I can't help but see smiling eyes
A happy face has always been their guise
Maybe their an optimist always seeing the glass half full
Boy wouldn't that be a useful tool
But it's hard not to be a pessimist when your glass is always empty
Not even for my thoughts a penny
Even when there is some hope and I think my cup is getting full
The powers that be shows me to be quiet a fool
They knock my cup over to watch me run
Like a little bug under their gun
Is it to much to ask for a little fun
To see a little more than the midnight sun
So on my face a smile can bleed
Not just temporary happiness that misleads
Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 10:33 PM UTC