"mistranslated" poems
those killers of innocents
will die in their own blood
not even mistranslated 72 houris
can save them
the misguided fanatics of Paris
who shot happy civilians
with their Kalashnikovs
and then blew themselves up
will have discovered that
by now
to throw terror and death
into people’s daily lives
is an abominable crime
not a heroic deed
those who instigated the massacre
shall be punished accordingly
fake heroes revealed
as ruthless criminals
shall face judgement
in whose light
their great deeds
are shown as what they are
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yet – far beyond the proper punishment
required after cruel acts
there is the need to look ahead
and face the somewhat inconvenient necessity to
remove the roots of violence veiled as religion
speak up and stand up firm against fanaticized minorities
no matter in whose name the claim to act
bring peace to regions devastated by the dire games of politics
we simply cannot allow
a bunch of ruthless desperados to dominate our lives
* * *
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 5:33 PM UTC
She is her own island
A porcelain memory with
tendrils twisting through the brutally
polite obsession of her few inhabitants
She fancies herself abandoned-laughable!
Doomed daffodils embroider themselves into her hair and
frame her cold hands, pale arms
(mortared, mistranslated) scars
fingernails like moons slaughter foreigners
and petrify
the flea ridden.
Jan 15, 2012
Jan 15, 2012 at 4:11 PM UTC
They said it couldn't last between two so similar.
The way we both dream in space before crashing back on earth.
We both like the same things- music, books, we even both want a dragon.
We both hide our secrets behind a personality wall.
They said it couldn't last between two so different.
How I love sports- to be free, running, in the air.
How you can show emotion with shapes on a page.
Your attitude shields you- my knowledge protects me.
They said it couldn't last between the two of us.
In this 'accepting' society we would get hell.
Where a mistranslated book led to years of suffering.
Neither would want to see the other destroyed.
They said it couldn't last between two so fragile.
When I told you I loved you, and you said you loved me too.
As we sat there you cried, and I shook with fear.
But that day will pass and we can move on I hope.
They said it couldn't last between the two of us.
But how can it when it never began?
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 6:03 PM UTC
I came back
you wouldn't believe me
Receive me as gods messenger
I saw crucifixes
You left me there on that cross
Not listening to a word I said
Left me for dead
Like the wisdom of ages
Shut in a books musty old pages.
You thought I said the kingdom of heaven was within you
It was mistranslated you are the kingdom
and this could have been heaven
If you'd worked together
But instead you sever
the ties and die
reincarnated as yourself
In a different body.
To all who have ears
and a mind which isn't blind
We are the rainbow and white light
All colours every shade
arrayed in splendour
a flame is still a flame away from the fire
It still burns and the light yearns
to burn in burning desire
We all burn for love.
Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 6:30 AM UTC
"Want/need/feel/blah"
But our bodies makes noises when we are not around
Are mistranslated
misunderstood
misused
mistreated
Crack of the arctic knuckles crack
-The whip on the horse to make it go faster
-The egg on the bowl to keep your hands clean
-The dawn that splices through skinny windows crack
Blue
I have noticed our Shadows
How they snap on the sidewalk
Like high-heeled claps and click
Went my back when I stretched
And I remember when this first started
And I asked if I could lean on your shoulder sweet spot
And I did for a while
And resting next to your throat was noisy
And we don't do that anymore
And I don't do that anymore
And
There you go, that familiar sound
(that same old sigh, that ticklish taunt, that numb noise - croaky crack)
You would think "Anymore"
Is a blah word
Because that is what my feet said
Blue
You are not around anymore
Our bodies aren't on speaking terms.
May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 1:45 AM UTC
This silly shrill putting
Clothes on hangers in my
Head
Judging me, myself by
Conceptions I should have long
Since shot dead
Either way the formalities
Leave you wasting time on
Trivialities
And my needs I cannot touch
I cannot grasp what sustains me much
It's like living up to someone's
Voice and the
Echoes linger still
That get mistranslated as the
Noise reverberates from the
Wall's of a well.
Such sounds I hear
And all this hot air
I'm just going to leave them there
To burn the floor down.
Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 4:56 AM UTC
you left and i waited
my heart defibrillated
i took you back
my vision constricted
i forgot your lies
**** my demise
i just didnt want to be disintegrated
so i waited
for you to change and the past be negated
it felt like new
you felt like home
your words i mistranslated
you took my heart
and left it
obliterated
i took you back
loved you right
still all that love unrequited
but now i’m reincarnated
no longer the assassinated
you left me demotivated
but boy am I liberated
i loved you with all that i had
a love i never got back
you can have it
please keep it
i dont need it
i’ll just keep you blacklisted
Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 10:22 AM UTC
Dabbling in to faith
such a serious note,
Corrupt is on the throne
considered the God,
Blindfolded our eyes,
all the words mistranslated
and misconstrued,
I don't wish to speak about
this heavy subject.
It weighs heavily on my soul,
are they true or hollow?
should I listen, learn
to who do I follow?
Cannot trust my brother
in this century,
Then are those people
even holy, undue glory?
Sudden storm in my mind
pressure very unkind
People are on divide
Just blow on the horns
Whispers of taint
Rumour mills manufactured
urgency ungraded,
my faith repents
the spirit latent.
Feb 10, 2024
Feb 10, 2024 at 5:43 AM UTC
Either I have wasted my breath
And spent my air on useless ramblings,
Leaving meaning like a cloud to float away
With intended ears bare to my point.
Or my mouth has not parted nearly enough
To exhale with any worthwhile purpose,
Trapping my objective still in my lungs
Swelling like an over-inflated balloon
Ready to burst at the slightest poke.
My chosen phrasing has been inadequate
Or my audience has decided to stay ignorant,
Rejecting my analysis in favor of blissful unawareness
So they may continue their rejection of truth
And keep pace against self-knowledge.
I have tried to change the story
Be revealing the subtext.
I have unfolded a canvas of consciousness
To one who revels in negligence,
Finding that my efforts are all but transformative.
Now wondering if I have mistranslated
Or muddied the blend.
I have framed this endeavor as an act of service
To one who denies my care.
“It is for his own good” I tell myself,
As I venture to illuminate the truth of the character
I have come to know through lashings and tears.
Now it is clear that the reflection I have conjured,
The mirror that I have painstakingly crafted
Has no form to display.
I have written it down, painted it out
But your attention will not sway
From the mangled path that you have cut every which way but home.
Some urge continues,
Telling me to find another way
to make you listen,
To make you care,
To make you take heed of what I have to say.
Despite your deafness to my voice,
which has been demonstrated again and again.
While my instruction has not enlightened you,
It has taught me to know you
better than you do.
I have sifted through your archives
to find the nuance of your avoidance
And detail it with citation and reference.
The theories I have conjured
And observations I have made
Serve me better than they do you.
They have discerned the route that I must take
Away from you and your refusal to acknowledge the roots of suffering
You cause to those who only wish to be close to you.
So I will venture to stray
From the course which would be easy to take,
Toward deeper understanding of self
And conscious correction of fault.
To one who has taken stock of the harm they have caused
And allowed selfless change to wash away
The habits that hurt.
It is true
That one can only understand another
As deeply as they have understood themselves,
And your defiance of perception
Will keep you from knowing anyone
And anyone from knowing you.
Mar 11, 2024
Mar 11, 2024 at 6:34 PM UTC