Best Confusionself Poems
The moments that you self doubt can kill your being
A shadow of confusion can settle inside
Like a devil hiding A flame that surrounds your sense
Flesh becomes weak flesh becomes tense
The moments that you self doubt can kill your being
The clock ticks timing is everything
You want to cry the deepest of cuts
Your tears can not fall weakness is not appealing
Drums in your head the pounding wont subside
The moments that you self doubt can kill your being
A sadness drives your day
Cracks appear from the smoothest of smooth
No control is what concerns
Still a smile shown till dawn
You feel like you want to crawl
The moments that you self doubt can kill your being
But the floor does not adore such things
He is your king but the queen is not sure
Who shall wear her crown
Who's feelings are stood upon
The moments that you self doubt can kill your being
The one who breaks the harmonious spell
Or the one that wipes the tears and hides all fears
The moments that you self doubt can kill your being
Without the king even seeing
You are dying in your being ....
when your inner self is diverse into questions left unanswered,reasons why you will not
allow your true conscious self to explore these questions, fear or acknowledgment of
confidence suppressed due to misguided strength that purposely is suppressed,this knowledge
which should only expand and not hinder,but does do to inner-self defiance one can only
conclude that they are torn.
Hyima chandler
I awake each morning to find that I have no delight in sleep.
Passing minutes and wasted hour in self indulging acts.
I yearn for a revelation above my own ambtion and for its lack I weep.
Living each day with a great desire for knowledge beyond doubtable facts.
I seem to always end up here where all I have is a wish and an idea.
I wonder oh I wonder if the true enemy to my progress is fear.
And if it be so then surely I must be both the master and da slave.
Slave to my sinful nature and master to the destiny I most desire.
And with this knowledge I must possess the key of light with this darkened cave.
Yet here I sit delighted in tears like an honourable thief to moments I steal.
Moments I waste as I sit and ponder ever so deep in thoughts that only lack action.
I too long to smile for reason either than self gratification oh that joy I long to feel.
So now I truly knw even as I refuse to accept that my present life has no progression.
I wish I could do more than knw and not fear leaving my comfort zone as venture,
Into a quest of unfortold glory as a slave myself once more to the true master of
My next and greatest adventure.
Anti Christ
Two thousand and eight years
Of indoctrination
Two thousand and eight years
Of fears biblical proportion
Two thousand and eight years
Of murder and torture
Two thousand and eight years
Of judgement
Two thousand and eight years
Of sanctified Christian elitism
Two thousand and eight years
Of religious dogma
Two thousand and eight years
Of truths interpretation
Two thousand and eight years
Of papal institution
Two thousand and eight years
Of crucifix idealism
Two thousand and eight years
Of idolatrous suffering
Two thousand and eight years
Of twisted symbolism
Two thousand and eight years
Of the Secular Christian
Two thousand and eight years
Of awaiting judgement day
Two thousand and eight years
For the guilty to pay
Two thousand and eight years
Of human suffering
Two thousand and eight years
Of loves denial
Two thousand and eight years
Of pompous self aggrandisement
Two thousand and eight years
Of self righteousness
Two thousand and eight years
Of the bible black
Two thousand and eight years
Of the Anti Christ
Who are you?
To force yourself in my life
To harm my heart
To confuse my mind
To completely manipulate me
To abuse my body
Who , are you?
You took everything
That i could call my own
You took my self esteem
You took my positive attitude
You took my independance
You took my self worth
And, you took … my innocence
Who . . Are . . You?
10.7.10