Best Contradicted Poems
I am so inclined to read for I wish to know.
Although first it seems I have to understand the question which I seek to answer.
Unfortunately I do not yet have this question.
I would ask as many before me of love,
But as they have asked before and given the way the world still is,
To no success,
I fear that the question of love is not to be answered by humanity.
So then I just read.
I am torn from left to right, up and down,
About the existence of God from Voltaire
And the definition of the beautiful and sublime by Kant and Nietsche.
Contradictive the former is to the later.
So where then will I find some sort of universal truth, if such a thing exists?
I read more and I feel sick with a sense of digression from my first position.
I read of war
By writers who have experienced and had the knowledge to express it
With structure and form,
Writers that have passed times test and are regarded as the greatest,
Only to be contradicted by another who is held to an even higher standard.
I feel that I am watching this world pass by in third person,
But I believe myself to be waiting for truth that I can utilize
As a tool to make the best of my world.
Although I do not look to define love nor even read specifically about it,
I know it to be fact that answers lie somewhere in that single syllable,
Four letter word.
I believe this to be similar with my studies of literature
And all that the study entails,
To the way a scientist knows answers lie in the relation of gravity to magnetism.
But like them, I know not of a question,
I merely know that there is an answer.
In all of this said, I believe I have said nothing.
My previous sentence should define my life if I continue to look.
And so I turn to love once again,
Not to be defined but simply to act.
J’aime, and that should conclude my thoughts on the subject.
Inspired by Deep Purple's "Mistreated" 1974
Misused, so misused I have been by you.
I can’t believe by you I was so smitten,
but now I am a poor bedraggled kitten -
one that has been nagged
and then through mud been dragged.
Nagged and pestered,
so bitterness has festered
inside me, for with my love you toyed,
then you turned around and said
I made you annoyed.
Oh babe I was so true to you.
But now I don’t know what to do.
With love for you I had been stricken.
But misused by you, I’ve just been sickened.
So cruelly teased. How have I displeased you so?
I feel like someone left diseased; diseased inside my mind.
Why oh why is love so blind?
I just keep thinking back; whatever did I lack?
By love for you afflicted, I became so damn addicted.
Always being contradicted, I’ve been left conflicted.
And now I am restricted . . . restricted from
the love for you I wanted so to show.
Why did you ever make me go?.
Misused, I’m so misused . . . abused; confused.
And now I’m going mad -
insane inside my brain.
I think it makes you glad.
Yes, I’m going mad;
insane inside my brain.
You’re glad; you’re glad; you’re glad,
and I’ve been so abused.
Losing my mind.
All that I can think of is
why oh why is love so blind?
Languor of the mind
I. My, my, My how times flies.
Another year has transpired.
Yet, a City has not been revitalized to the image once defined.
The crime rate has escalated since 1999.
Plus, the minds of the people negate refinement.
Do you hear what I hear?
A City is dying in iniquity.
Do you see what I see?
A City in shackles as mentally incarcerated human beings.
An Inauspicious approach
II. I went to sleep on the couch.
When I woke up, I ask what time is it now.
It is the sleep I was in that contradicted the housework.
Where did all this paper come from on my bedroom floor?
Do you know the score?
Is this done by someone I know?
III. A penitent to view
They stood behind bars looking out.
They house was situated at the end of the block.
The sirens were blasting as loud as blow horns.
They laugh to themselves for this was a warning of life forthcoming.
Do you see what I see?
A City in shackles as mentally incarcerated human beings.
Do you hear what I hear?
A City is dying in iniquity.
Ensued precedent
IV. When I came in 1997, the City was in a hidden culture of turmoil.
Unpromising and ill-starred was the faces I saw in the crowd.
The laughter was twigged to their high-quality of life.
But oh, the City needed revitalizing.
The unemployment rate was at a national high.
The dilapidated housing condition was a true ghetto now.
Black bottom shined in that we had left that period of time.
Do you see what I see?
Destiny undefined.
Do you hear what I hear?
Humanity laughter lachrymose without a focal point for future growth.
Do you know the score?
Iniquity and transgression are entrenched.
Is this done by someone I know?
The miens are seen as a desolated City in a manifold.
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Written on December 27, 2015!
They asked me to throw my life to the wind -
to not desire anything.
They said do not seek a better way to live.
We have provided the resources.
It is you that have to be proactive.
Defining the structure conformed,
a profile of people was done.
Being of mixed-blood,
these people were part of the strong hold.
Light by lantern and basin to wash-up in with
food on the table, but scarcity was seen.
Big families gathered during worship.
They were religious people and
their faith fortified them.
Some would sway when others would seek salvation.
But oh, the struggles that were present were great.
We would hear the pastor pray for God to provide us reinvigoration -
to extend his blessings to those needing persuasion.
Delineating the structure contradicted,
a profile was presented for the Lord’s forgiveness.
Being of unassailable cognizance,
here we are as true believers.
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Written January 21, 2015!
Trees still shade the road
where Gramps and I once rode
in his old green car -- I drove --
on dusky early evenings
in my fifteenth year.
We stopped, as he insisted, at spots
where an armadillo scratched
among the tender greenery
in ditches.
I was dispatched,
with Gramps' strong wood cane,
to kill a pesky armored creature
by striking hard, once, upon its snout.
Gramps waited in the car,
called encouragement or condemnation:
"That's it! Hit him hard!" or
"Can't you do a damn thing right?"
He knew I didn't like to kill
but was determined to toughen up
my softness.
That hard old man was not accustomed
to being crossed or contradicted.
But part of him was tender,
and he had a sense of what was right
in the bayou country of his day.
How could I tell him that I hated
killing just to please him?
Often, I killed, then killed again,
although, at times, I'd miss the snout
or be slow to follow up,
and permit an armadillo to escape.
Sometimes, I'd temper force with moderation --
I'd stun the creature, grab the tail,
fling it far into dense bushes
to revive and live another day.
My grandfather eyed me darkly then,
but often kept his peace.
He gave me the treatment
I gave those stunned armadillos.
Could he have felt the same
toward me as I toward them?
SUCH BIG IDEAS
White man lies.
He is just a crack among the flies.
He is not blowing any minds.
He must know that the lives he contradicts despise him.
His stance is he is walking for a cause.
He states that it is illegal to discriminate against White folks.
He expresses that White people conceived the country they reside within.
Therefore, all others are here as a privilege.
White man lies.
He is a crease cracked amidst the blow flies.
He has contradicted lives to stay minds.
His setting is social injustice.
His conflict is those who desire social justice.
Affirmed now is his actions of racism and profiling.
White man, from me to you, your cause is to destroy.
If not, why do you negate any life strong?
When law is not applied, this hurts all.
Evidently, you do not understand that structure is formed.
Your belief is that you can just ignore the truth told.
Thus, never to reform the rights that has been removed.
White man, white man, white man wake-up!
You do not own the world and the world you live in is moving on toward your downfall.
That is the reality of what has been done.
Such big ideas were not ever to be.
The United States of America represents diversity.
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Written 5/16/2016!
A glass within a glass;
in that glass, I seek.
A life within a life;
in that life, I find an unknown movie.
Passing distant echoes,
chasing unforgettable letters and pauses,
finding comfort in the words,
searching for meaning in a glass within.
There is a transparent figure;
I confront myself with an unsatisfied appetite.
There is a wholesome attitude;
I return to myself, and then someone is finally abandoned.
I used to curse my glass for a long time.
I used to urge myself to be forgotten.
I shaped myself into something vast:
a life within a body that strides into the unknown.
I contradicted my reflection with a mouthful of pretty lies.
The light reflects like dice in the glass in my mind.
For so long, I have been trying to chase an unknown dream:
from where I stand to where I am destined.
I got 2 memba who I once was, who I really am, what I really am, and who Im still yet TO BECOME. I got 2 memba where Im from 2 know how I got 2 where Im at 2 know where Im still GOING TO GO/ Despite bein a felon and convict and all the odds against me, I still got all the evens deep within me. Change is like a choice of contradicted concepts of my own convictions. My felonistic, forbidden, fatherless faith is not workin for me no more, actually it never did I just thought it did. I aint got 2 give it up or must give it up, or even have 2 give it up I first got 2 want 2 give it up. But I also must got 2 have 2 want 2 give it up within my own contradicted soul so that I may travel that road less traveled by my own people, not only where Im from but for all those trapped in this American inner racial mixed struggle where race and the color of YOUR SKIN DOES MATTER
They all look happy after school
He suddenly lose all that glow after school
He now sees reality flashing as the school time end
It’s time to back where his roots lays
She is also showing signs of sadness
For her going back is even harder
Far but it’s nothing compare to the pain
The pain of looking after her brother
His eyes tell the story hidden from his cute face
The looks many says he pick from his mother
Their parents have passed after a hard fought sickness
The same sickness that he is living with
Some say their parents were bewitched
But she knows the truth as her brother look upon her
She is ready to do anything for him like lioness fighting furiously
As her mother’s words ring to her ears;
‘Look after your brother’
The days are even longer then months
The months are years to them
Only Sundays are a blessing to them
Playing is not for them as many fear them
Consumed by fear all they do is read their books
Deprived to associate with other kids
Loneliness crept and engulfs them like a dog in the wilderness
It’s back to school
School for young brains to be nurtured
But a child so young with an old brain
He too wanted to play and live normally
She too would have enjoyed doing her hair
Living in a free country yet nothing is free for them
Having rights that will not bring food on the table
But her father contradicted this thought
As he said “always see this as an opportunity to success”
Only success can give them the life they envy to live
A life of being happy
A life of being accepted for who you are
Even now they wait and live by the hope
The hope of getting this grant money
Hoping that their granny will get back
Back to their simple and haunting house
The house so controlled by fear and shame
House that gives birth to pouring tears
This is their house and burden for life
This is the house with no breadwinner
They are the only survivors in this house
They will be the corners of this house.
The “rinodemwiticus”
It stood proudly hungry
watching all the others sate themselves
promising them forever more.
It turned – I saw the other face
preening itself as it strode
through the debris of its
efforts to build a bigger nest.
I watched it struggle to sleep
wrestling with its duplicity,
doing battle with its multi-faceted
manic manipulation of the pillow.
In fitful sleep it flip flops on itself,
tells lies about the lies it claims
it never told. One voice shouts:
“I will save everyone from everything”
the other interrupts loudly:
“I will give everything to everybody.”
Six owls fell out of the trees
stunned by the depth of this “logic”.
The wolves took off their “sheep’s clothing”,
the fox moved into the henhouse,
the lamb looked at the lion and said”
“Don’t even think about it Leo.”
Chicken Little and The Little Red Hen
were led away in handcuffs.
The rotating head of the “rinodemwiticus”
contradicted itself continuously.
Soon the whole forest was aroar
with grumbling and fighting.
Christopher Robin hid the honey from Pooh,
Mary’s Little Lamb hooked school,
the Cookie Monster was “fat shamed”
into unemployment and depression.
And still the “rinodemwiticus” whirled
spewing its noxious vitriol on the
flummoxed masses lest it be seen
too soon to be the extinct two faced
aberration that it is.
4/3/2016
submitted to – A New Species – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Anthony Slausen
I open my package of
oatmeal raisin, chocolate chips cookies
I scraped away the sun dried devils
and devoured the chocolate chips of course
but something felt funny, so I forced
my finger down my throat and puked
up my lunch, the yellow,green concoction
contradicted the lead filled little bites of death
and I also spit up some blood as well
stomach pains and heart palpitations
were my best friends for the next 3 months
reminding me that if I ever buy cookies
online again make sure the package
doesn't say "from Russia with love..."
Beaten and battered I ran to the mountains,
I didn’t see pretty scenery or flowing fountains-
All I saw was lack of forgiveness without grace,
as I remember the look you smeared on your face.
Torrential downpours ruined our wedding day,
lack of love was probably why I didn’t stay-
I’ve raced your horses and ended up in the stable,
but completely loving you I was never able.
“RUN FAST!”, and never look back mamma told me,
I should’ve listened but I wanted to feel free-
“Please no more chains!” they leave me constricted,
I’ve lived a life so lost and contradicted.
Loss is the reason I have never loved deep,
pain and sorrow is the reason I never sleep-
Promises broken as I close my eyes the last time,
the mountains didn’t save me, you were never mine.
October 5, 2016
I don't want more of your love
but I'm contradicted.
I don't need anymore of your love,
But I'm addicted.
I can't get a hold of myself,
I want to break away.
One part of me wants to go,
The other wants to stay.
You have taken over me,
You won't let me break free.
I go and beg and plead.
Your love is all I need.
You caught me in your trap.
Inside your spell.
Is this love going to be heaven,
Or am I going to hell.
Your spell has been cast,
got me in a trance.
And now I can't get you out of my head,
I need your romance.
You have taken over me,
You won't let me break free.
I go and beg and plead.
Your love is all I need.
Now you made me turn into an animal,
I don't want anymore.
But you make me keep coming back,
I keep wanting more.
My heart has now been tainted,
Into corruption.
You made my heart go into chaos,
Into disruption.
You have taken over me,
You won't let me break free.
I go and beg and plead.
Your love is all I need.
You have taken over me,
Is plain for you to see,
I am yours to take,
To make my heart break.
I used 2 think I know what I wanted out of my confused soul/
I want not what I have ,I want what I never had/
I want my time 2 stop, yet it still continues 2 go/
I strive 2 be good but almost always end up in the bad/
Livin in this American Struggle I was once happy, now seems like Im forever sad/
Im a man of values and peace but find myself in corruptness and fights/
In prison I had many dark days and very few bright nights/
No matter how wrong I was I am still 100% right/
Im searchin for inner peace but find myself so self-conflicted/
I want this but rather have that, Im so self-contradicted/
I find my heart fightin lovely thingz my soul so badly hated/
I want 2 be normal but find my talents by so many overrated/
I find it so easy 2 forsake that I rarely myself ever forgive/
My mind wants 2 die while my heart still wants to live/
I want to be recognized that I go unnoticed and lose track of the real me/
So I came 2 a concept of appreciating the fact that Im now free/
Now I just want to kick back an be me....
I am deeply depressed
Confusion, hardwork, maximising brain power.
What to do, express it, sure ...
My light has burnt out or dimmed
I can't forego the stress of no results for significant pressure.
Some things help but not as much as it perhaps should.
Cut the melon, fresh, start again after burn out, but however long will it last.
I am not a machine, I am 26 no longer 19, leaving my peak ages.
I smell fatigue.
Despite all my hard work making a difference, it is very tireing.
In the ocean, I swim, looking for ways to educate the self.
Contradicted as I achieve, insulted as I achieve, 7 hours of hard work a day
being insulted because I have my freedom of 9 to 5
Y'know what, actually, push off and I'll do what I want you jealous loser. Or so I
say to my mom.