Best Deludes Poems
Lift your face to the sun;
Heart bells of elation,
Ring and renew the spirit.
Souls music needs no technology to play;
Angels tutor the soul,
In the compositions of ecstasy;
Such orchestras are eternal.
Mortal ears never hear what the soul’s do.
The ability exists, in the ears of belief.
The baffle of mortality;
The muffler that stifles a spirit’s songs, is a thief.
Science is the profiteer that
deludes the singing soul into silence.
Dispense with the facts;
Sit in the silence to hear the concert of your life.
you know you'll always have a friend in me
when doubts enslave, I'll come to set you free
when love deludes and hard times do assail
My love's a promise that will never fail
when days are sometimes hard to bring to end
there is no hope, no rainbow round the bend
sometimes you might forget where truth is found
in times like these, be sure our hearts are bound
You'll never be alone, forlorn, or torn
this love I have each morn will be reborn
for demons loud may roar, but never fear
I'm always by your side, I'm always near....
The Morning Rush
Early to bed early to rise, makes one healthy and wise....
So here I am, wide awake and awaiting sunrise....
The millionaires, they sleep on, not a surprise...
If they awake before noon, that itself is an event.....
For even when they sleep, their money they make....
Why awake up early, more money to be raked...
The poor working man, well before sunrise he awakes...
Just so he would not be caught in traffic jams or be late...
He deludes himself into thinking being up bright and early...
He gets all the morning worms and he'll be as chirpy as can be....
Ballyhoo, what a fallacy, that is plain lunacy...
Awakening early is a sin, a criminal act bordering on insanity....
Forgoing precious early morning sleeping hours...
Just to hit the road to be an early one to report for duty...
What a sad delusionary perspective to a beautiful morning...
Oh fallen star of Bethlehem, your established moment shines,
upon canvas of harsh intent, descendent of heavenly design?
A mighty angel’s leading light to those befallen, pleasure-bent?
Are gleaming eyes masking spites or, our demands, aspiring content?
Looking toward skies o’er Bethlehem, as prides of mortal men delight;
bearing gifts; coffered obedience, marking paths, Magi alight.
When losing sight of stellar sign, in Jerusalem they did quick inquire,
at palace great, to a king divined; hoped route, from Herod, to acquire.
II
We saw a star (when in the east) and have come to render our obeisance,
said light has left us briefly, too the wakes of our continuance.
While in the kingdom his star was seen, glancing eyes into glass orbs stared.
Expectant sighs at skies portending, bejeweled fingers into cauldrons stirred.
A caravan of mystics then gathering, consigned to cross harsh lands at night.
Postured gifts, too much appeasing, a source of imminences, expelling light.
Great Herod stirred with agitation, “Summon to me, scribes and priest,”
and they spoke to him of Bethlehem, from whence shall come a Jewish King.
Elsewhere God’s swift messenger, arrives with tidings of glad news:
Rejoice! Rejoice for the Lamb’s shepherd! Blessed are borne Jacob’s sons to truth.
That one drawing light from the light’s giver, firstborn of heaven’s womb.
He has taken breath that men be delivered, fear no more, door’s enclosing tombs.
III
One question, in cautious need; discerns plucked from common threads.
What purposed such judicious leads, as that star’s light to Jesus led?
What cause that such symbol did cease, perhaps a plan most devious shed?
To turn also eyes of Herod east, these, jealous guards of scriptures read.
Oh bright stars over Christendom, look! Your beam’s a turning compass,
your ray, as flames with many tongues, scouring Earth in hopes of bliss.
Misleading truths, mounting traditions, swallowed lies drunk from waters shallow.
The wise one is made fool again, if needs a lamp, above a Christ we can follow.
With signs, divinities are misconstrued, as such, a star; still you teach our youth?
As light into the night deludes, beware, convincing knees to bending truths.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder...that's what I told her...but she didn't believe
Used to ugliness and cold crime scenes
Like a bad dream...smelling roses while gettin tangled up in thorns
Pain of death...pain of being born
Wet,cold,and wartorn
There is no bottom to her her bottomless hole
She's a quick deadly queen with a synthetic soul
She smiles like the sun and hides her furious frown
I roll a little closer and I know I'm going down
This chaos clown needs his frustration fix
With the spirit of a scarecrow...she's made of straw and sticks
Like a demigod diva with razor sharp claws
I can't forget her naughty number...I'm forced to make that call
I climb to her throne then I fall in defeat
Kicked hard in the face...still I can't retreat
Dazed and dumfounded now I question it all
Casting pearls to a sexy swine with a synthetic soul
Her crown of cruelty...it deludes and it deceives
The jewels they sparkle brighter than black nights lost out at sea
She says "YOU'RE FREE"...but I know I'm still a captive
I'm getting distracted as her detours make straight ways crooked
Virgins,vixons,harlots,hookers
With supernatural x-ray vision now I'm a looker
I can see through confusion
I can see through storms
I can see through the heart of the honey with the synthetic soul
If we are a breed of beings,
Species of like doings-
In the Milky Way
Why not be that today?
Have I turn a bat
Lost my light of the frat
Or a Braconid
To my kind?
Why the abrupt repellency
To the unfolding literacy
How will I feed my stance
Upon the extinct of other hands?
Why the weighed loathsome
The infinite gruesome
Of my phylum-
Within my kingdom?
What's with the conscription,
The circumscprition-
Of liberty
Stamping it in entirety?
What's with the thirst of a fuehrer,
The ***** conceit of the other-
To weightily parti pris
And indulge in an hostility spree?
Can I not be mindful of the Scythrops,
Make of their trait crops,
That will acculturate
Rather than berate?
Can I not be for the domain,
My essence extended to the terrain,
Express compassion without pain
And adore for no gain?
Instead, I lushed
To hike mass agitative state,
That deludes the mind
Of my kind-
To prey on their own.
Cool is the air, cool is the sea,
Everything seems splendid, like season of blee.
Being on the banks, how I wonder…
God has created our planet, with no scope of blunder.
Flows with a flow, our flowing river,
Deludes everyone in sunshine, the flow of the silver.
Sings on high notes, a group of lark,
Accompanied by blossom flowers, on branches of the bark.
Mountains touch the widest sky,
Like one’s imagination, with an ambition so high.
Unsteady is my state of mind, trying to flee,
Similar to the wave, moving in the sea.
Around me was everything like the air I breathe,
Now I can only see nature endeavoring death.
Responsible are we, for we spoiled the blend,
The world which is dooming, is by our dirty hand.
There is no other way except praying on our knee,
Oh dear nature! Please guide, as your children are we,
We will take in our hands, to spread the glory of nature,
Oh dear mother! Enlighten our way with your nomenclature.
-‘Panchi’ Panchal Hitesh
Alcohol’s a drug that deludes the brain,
especially in vulnerable youth.
For it numbs hurts and emotional pain,
trading reality for a false truth.
Beer is the gateway to misery's domain,
replacing self-hate with synthesized love.
And if you're addicted and can't abstain,
confide in your friends or the Lord above.
Liquor fuels anguish, distilled from tears,
and yet, you'll pay its toll despite the price.
And when you reawaken sleeping fears,
occasional use morphs into a vice.
Many are blind to the pitfalls of drink,
unaware, they're teetering on the brink.
(Sonnet)
3/4/2017
I love my verses bare..
The fear of loneliness that calls for the tears
Often deludes the want for pain,
I blink my eyes to the jesting rain..
And wonder here and wonder there:
If life was just a better affair,
Would I be a queen ruling my heart?
Or a slave to the unseen, worlds apart..
The smile that baits my happiness close,
And rob the Gods dead, morose..
I wonder here and wonder there:
Will the waves ever take me away?
To the land of the mystique, happy and gay,
I’d frisk and sing and care much less
I’d have to talk and give to bless;
The hours that kiss my rickety soul
With soundless rhythms of Christmas carol..
I wonder here and wonder there:
Can I ever love the one I hate?
Share the tales and pity fate..
I’d love to wonder…here and there,
That I’d find the answers in the verses, bare.
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Very strange and unexplorable
is this illusion in our mind.
It is like a glittering pearl
in our darkness inside.
It knits a fine linen with joy and dreams
Decorates the cloth with alluring things.
This sorcerer engulfs and covers us
With it’s dire hypnotism.
Then finally deludes and deceives us
So miserably with blankness.
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Amitava (15.7.2015) 7-00am
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The world,
Was Vast and Prosperous,
Now minuscule,
Like butter on bread the universe spreads,
But the earth withers,
Before the jovial sea song to the wind,
Now whispers to herself,
Rain embellished the earth with Laevigata roses,
Now stone asphyxiates the bountiful grass,
The quiet moon drifts from us in silence,
For the pain is to insufferable,
Who could watch the earth die?
Forced from the galaxy,
Our odor lingers through space,
Afraid to be tainted,
We are alone,
Who can save us?
Blinded by our doom we continue,
But I weep. For I see it all
And I cannot stop it,
My voice speaks but sound of pride deludes my voice,
Now Afraid the earths cries but no one hears her weep
and her despairs stays imprinted on my soul
How can I save the world?
I hear no Solution,
So I stay and wait the conclusion to come
In this small rural town it seems to be peaceful but there are dark secrets underneath the house
A required distinction of right and wrong
Self-mutilation, the pluck of three fingernails she must purge her sins
Screams of agony like bloody murder, her sister watches, a strain in bond
A demonic-alter ego was manifested that day
Her grief eventually drives her to murder
A once paranoid schizophrenia goes into metamorphous becoming a psychosis
The river of blood flows over and over again
All she ever wanted was to spare her love from sin
When her man left her others caught the blame and she perfected her killing technique realizing she was born to kill
She is delusional, she repeatedly deludes among others
With her taser her enemies feel numbness
In the caves they’re tortured until they confess their wrong, but even they are still dead
Her love is like ice it either crumbles and melts or stays intact
She laughs at the success of her deeds, she mentally breaks down
She is no longer the cute girl at Angel Mort
She is something else entirely
With her mischievous nature others suffer
Luring her targets to death in perfect fashion
Shion is god
When
They
Cry
Prayer is often self desire,
to heal my guilt from my desire.
So much pity breeds entire
sessions meant to cleanse my fire.
Then I think its good for me to
rest my mind and honour faith
for what its worth.
To teach me how to serve another,
Obedience to stop my mind
from solving problems I might find.
I stopped so many years ago,
but never realised what was true.
The message from the books of men
distorted by the science then.
Then I listened to myself,
the prayer then starts to make some sense.
I practice pausing, finding joy,
the moments in between.
I practice loving those that suffer,
Letting go annoyance.
Letting go my needs.
Until I break and shout for life
my senses unfulfilled
I feel the shame again
And so it dawns that prayer deludes
It lies to me, denies my self
for others to be granted time while I deny mine.
Its not entirely a waste of time
I simplified, to remember lines:
Practicing compassion
Practicing reducing venting.
And anything that makes me wait
Unfair proportions to my needs
And that just works, I've found the truth
to keeping joy in line.
A thousand drummers playing drums
within my head,
like firecrackers bursting,
Rivers of (whatever) oozing out,
Trickling eyes, prickling nose,
Snee..achoo!..zing...and sneezing...and sneezing!
Every muscle aches,
Feeling fatigued and flushed,
Puffy eyes, stuffy nose,
Bouts of throaty cacophonies come out uninvoked ,
Body sore, mood sourer..
Even the bed seems uncomfortable,
Pain deludes, sleep eludes (snuffle!)
Inflamed glands fight ill-famed flu,
Tasteless food, faceless foe, endless distress,
Don't come near! This is contagious!
Life is drear, this is outrageous!
Eyes flowing, nose-blowing!
And I feel like...
Chasing this flu away.
9th Feb 2023
For Charles Messina's "I felt like" contest
Do not wear pride like a necklace
For God detests pride and arrogance
Pride does not go unpunished
Pride leads to disgrace
Humility is rewarded with wisdom
While pride begets destruction
Cause it takes credit for God’s accomplishments
And covets God’s glory
Pride demeans others
It arrogates sense of Almightiness
To a mere mortal
Pride stifles growth of other virtues
Makes one to reject help needed
Prevents one to listen and help others
And deludes one into believing
In one’s self sufficiency
But in reality Pride is admission of weakness
Pride leads to extreme selfishness
Pride does not gratify
Pride does not exulte
Rather it dehumanizes and belittles