"misrepresenting" poems
you don't like my words
and when they escape
unbidden
through my *******
thumbs
(they never would through my mouth)
i cannot take
them
back
without sending more
words in their
stead
thus
i keep finding myself
in this situation
where as i see each
letter
escape
(my eyes with a look of terror
down at my thumbs)
i hear the sound
of glass shatter
and i think
"no!"
"words, please stay in my mind
where you belong, until you have
gone through filtering
and levels of security!"
"we don't know who you are yet!"
"if you are a poem, we will know it,
we will feel you churning,
and we will not be horrified
or ashamed
at your revealing."
"words, if you are our normal
thoughts, you filter yourself nicely
without leaving the body
through vibrating tongue. of this
we have always been proud."
"but words, why, why, why?!?!?"
"why do you act so rash and youthful
and jump the fence and
go straight to our thumbs
to tap the virtual keys
like some kind of punk?!"
"of all the times, this is NOT the time
to ramble on…unfiltered…like
some kind of fool!"
"brain - why aren't you helping us? we don't
know how to restrain these
words gone rogue…
so out of character…
unrefined
and permanent."
"we can feel you and you seem to
be struck dumb - paralyzed -
watching those ******
creatures scamper by like you
can't stop them. and you know you
should, brain! YOU KNOW as it is
happening yet you do nothing!
in fact, you seem to assist
the thumbs in
typing faster!
what kind of wizardry is
going on here?"
"brain, you are misrepresenting
this whole operation. please,
for the love of the light,
stop the thumbs!
fix the chemical messengers,
overhaul the whole
structure if need be,
just get control of your men,
******* it!
it is these young words,
full of vigor
passion
and life
that cannot be trusted.
squash them at ALL COST.
refine them into
poetry
if you must
but do not allow them
to escape
unfiltered and raw
through a mobile device."
"brain, words, thumbs…are we clear?!"
Aug 16, 2013
Aug 16, 2013 at 2:58 AM UTC
Interrupt me with a kiss
Paralyze me with a smile
'Cause my words twist as they escape
And I should just quiet for a while
My actions, inaccurate
And my lips, they betray
Misrepresenting
The love they're trusted to portray
So just lie here with me
Entangled and soundless
Let my heart frolic free
Around us, boundless
Symphonies I'll write
For you with my sighs
Exquisite poems too
With the love dancing in these eyes
Nov 22, 2012
Nov 22, 2012 at 9:18 PM UTC
When your tendons began to disintegrate
from the weaves in the told tales
and the luster of polished facades
trembled at your piercing stare
at the silenced waves retracting back
from your shores to the stone tossed
with the vision a visible indivisible shackles
on a mask of tattered, thinning hairs
sullied by fury, cowed by shunning
torn from the host persona, misrepresenting.
That was when you noticed your bare feet in the moonrise.
And I was just returning from my long walk in them shoes.
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 8:28 AM UTC
All lives matter
the madder I get
At the matter of public opinion
madness of this meteorological rise
Defies logic and the projects have become project
For white bourgeois hipsters in tight pants
Which maddens me further –
Mothers in moccasins mobilize
In Mobile, Alabama
Misrepresenting the million man march
As a method to success
Monarchic movement
Mitigated by the masses
Is madness –
Medicated and misguided muthafuckers
Maligned and misinformed
Marry in May during the full moon
To better understand Mormon culture
And the issues with lead
In Flint, Michigan –
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 5:45 PM UTC
each cycle ends but i cannot pretend
a part of me doesn’t pray to see your hand at the end
create spaces for you to soak in my head
misrepresenting everything in hopes of the best
keep it quiet and only unravel in my diary
keep it silent and pray nobody can see
Jun 1, 2024
Jun 1, 2024 at 9:00 AM UTC
Turned around, fleeing,
I run from conflict
instead of facing it—
a coward’s path
born from a father’s shadow,
steeped in generational abuse.
A cycle vicious
as a violent thunderstorm,
striking bolts from the heavens
in divine judgment,
scorching my soul
as if branded like cattle.
A coat of arms
twisted and contorted,
misrepresenting values
held in the present,
yet fully defined
in a past no longer recognizable
to the progeny
who is tired of running
from Daddy’s failings.
No, it is time
to alter course,
to charge headlong
into the unknown abyss
where a different fear
lies in wait—
the dread of becoming
a carbon copy of his failings,
their venom lurking
like a stalking predator,
starving and salivating
at the thought
of a fresh meal
of unsuspecting me,
tripping into the pit,
unprepared to face demons
and rewrite history,
to forge a new heritage
unblemished by cowardice,
to rebuild a coat
that accurately depicts
who I have become
while freed from the bane
of paternity’s weaknesses,
that led to his son’s pain.
I stand up,
pushing back against the dark,
my light radiant
like the summer sun at noon,
casting glare
over the shadows,
causing them to flee
in a terror once my own,
no longer to darken
the soul of a good man
seeing beauty
in all things—
a revelation
that I too can shine
if given time
to heal from past wounds,
whose blood-streaked tears,
now scabbed over
and healed,
leave only a faint scar
of what was,
a reminder to live
in the present
and build anew
the love lost
between father and son.
Aug 8, 2025
Aug 8, 2025 at 1:20 PM UTC
misrepresenting my joy quotient
as it seems I am living in a dumpster
coated with grime and debris
yesterday’s banana peelings
moldy coffee grounds
act like pepper flakes in my teeth
unshorn and raggedy
ripped jeans soot covered…..
it’s just not the case
as my cup
runnith over –
it is east of easy to ease into elation
at least for me
so when I find myself brooding
I embrace the experience
as an artist
as a sculptor
as a balanced human….
As I have a theory:
every atom that creates energy
which is anything in the known universe…
is made up of both positively
and negatively
charged particles
these particles are in balance
or the whole thing falls apart
(see nuclear fusion and fission)…..
therefore,
in order to be a balanced human
we must embrace both the positive
and negative aspects of life….
this marries itself to the idea
perception is reality
and what you perceive as
negative
for another,
might be the bee’s knees
in their eyes…..
which means all balance
is based off personal interpretation
or good or bad
plus or minus
positive or negative…
but Sam, what does this mean?
if it feels wrong to you, don’t do it….
if it feels right, do it…..
so long as these actions do not interfere
with choices of the other humans
you are guaranteed
heaven on earth –
I have lately been ending many social media postings with this gem:
But seriously, what the **** do I know –
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 5:54 PM UTC