Best Derange Poems
When I see those eyes,
They’re filled with lifeless lies.
It’s no wonder his skin is like ice.
He tells me, “Come closer,”
His promise of wealth wins me over,
But then I see the black blood running through his veins.
He says, “Five years, then it’s time for more games.”
It’s now year six,
This monster finds comfort in the pain he inflicts.
The tormenting things I’ve seen,
His toxicity poisoning my dreams.
It leaves me in a cold, wet sweat.
He steals me away because of a forgotten debt,
My pleas and sorrows pave the path to his inferno.
In the distance I see a burrow,
He leads me down the dark, wet cave,
Fires emerge- I find myself wishing for my grave,
They bathe my eyes, I shut them tight,
But he promises that the fires won’t bite.
I gaze into his Hell engulfed in raging flames,
The fires beckon me closer with their playful games.
My muscles tense and my body aches as his evils fill a dense lake,
The bodies swimming give me life.
I begin to see that maybe he’s all right.
I feel my body start to change,
A wave of power surges my derange.
This Hell pries open up my eyes,
It shows me all of his lifeless lies.
It chills me to my very core,
Just one sip from the sea of dead- and then I will be no more.
The new air I breathe,
The new scent I smell,
It’s almost as if the Earth is now Hell.
He fooled me just once, but the reward so sweet,
Prepare for a fight- I can’t be beat.
He thinks I’m grateful, but he shouldn’t hold his breath,
Remember, “You have the black blood, I have the red.”
The fury I have is stronger yet,
He’s about to regret that forgotten debt.
I’m losing control as reality slips,
This boiling being flips the switch.
I see a reflection- surely it can’t be me,
Those must be his lifeless eyes rippling back at me.
My stomach twists and my head spins,
But I’m on a mission that requires a win.
I’m in a dark hole- there’s no turning back,
With one swift whack, I put a knife in his back.
Living in a false vision,while creating illusions of bad decisions.In my past when my footsteps became ashes,I was stealing for others who really need it.I position myself in danger countless times for strangers with smiling faces who take advantage of kindness,weakness,and talents.But now that Im polished in my craft,Im well balanced surrounded with solid knowledge and display my wisdom that pays attention and listen before I solved them.With tunnel vision deciphering through the rumble and rewritten for those who gets misguided.Cause in my experience language is the true connection of us breathing,while others sleep and dream about living,manuevering through life in a empty body suit in flesh,that dont bleed or shed.Barricaded themselves in there own prison,even there reflection denies its own visit.Its ashamed many dont realize in life we have options to disengage derange or grab on tight to what feels right.I tend to go down memory lane,visualize those precious moments in the past,were all lies,giggles and laughs.But now that I found God,I disgarded my mask,to show my true demeanor and pave my positive mission everlast.
Despair
By: Miracle Man
5/21/2021
Do you ever wonder just why you’re still here?
are the things in your life no longer held dear?
How can you combat these feelings of despair?
By reaching out to someone you know will care.
You should never feel, overwhelmed and alone,
you can take back your life but not on your own.
If crushed inside, and stress an occupier,
and distress is making your life a quagmire.
Each season of life brings some difficult change,
but don’t allow Satan your life to derange.
If you think you’ve reached the end of your rope,
just reach out to God, He alone is our hope.*
* Deuteronomy 31:6-
Be strong and of a good courage, fear not, nor be afraid of them: for the LORD thy God, he it is that doth go with thee; he will not fail thee, nor forsake thee.
Gleanings from My Pastor’s wife’s lesson.
I decline to despair
Although life sometimes gets unfair
It can’t beat the power of devout prayer
On which I forever rely
When temptation makes me cry
But I try never to ask why
The school of hard knocks
Chiming on time like clocks
Which can’t give me comforting talks
When heartbroken
Also forsaken
Like a yellow chicken
I conceal my shame in my inferiority cocoon
At sunup, mid-morning and at noon
In spiritual matters, it’s a still a great boon
God in his omnipotence on me showers
Mathematical and social powers
In miracle hours whose showers
Give me a reason to go on
To fight anew in a confident tone
Without any opportune moment blown
As from the bottom of my heart I believe
Sorrow I take, happiness to the less privileged I give
And foes bitter and fitter I dare to forgive
Ultimately, it’s for God to revenge
Arrange and challenge
While I possess no right any trespasses to avenge or order to derange.
Under the microscope we are under watched by a near by species
For some reason they think we are a life form that takes it to easy
Over the years we were abducted; that was a mistake the aliens became uneasy
Unique in several ways we are human and that they see we are strange
Fooling them we act very hostile yet our mindset needs be rearrange
Opening our minds they started to look, but our minds seems to weird and derange
Upset, the aliens take our species to try to understand
Freaks of nature we seem to gather with costumes and sounds of band
Old as time they been coming to our planet and this is what they found, like us, land
Unrelenting we humans seem to focus on a different path
Feelings we have the aliens do not understand what we have
Odd we are, we are the only species in the galaxy that really know how to have a bath
Unrealizable that we do adore the stars and lights in the sky
From all our studies we look up and see the lights that make our world, we cry
Only now we reason with the aliens we are fools in our world and we sigh
Upon my bed so silky and fine
I lay my resting Sweet Devine
A slip knot here to your hands and feet I twine
so you don't try to escape and be unkind
Gently I remove your dress of baby blue
for you a gown so white and new
my Sweet Devine don't misconstrue
Candles flicker upon your skin
as your eyes open and you try to cringe
your face giving an eerie derange
Soft music I play for you
as I wash your body so smooth and fine
it's almost a shame to call it a crime
My Sweet Devine did you whisper in my ear
a sudden word so hard to hear
did you say 'You will be mine?'
My Sweet Devine for when the sun sets tonight
I will be here to please and ease your pain
so I bid you to sleep tight until your windows show twilight.
Do You Feel Me? Do You Want More?
T Reams Part 7
How To Get Rich From Gambling
By Elton Camp
Probabilities is what gambling is all about
With enough trials, probability will work out
Though gambling will put most in the ditch,
There also is a way from it to get filthy rich
Chances stay the same for each random event
Ignore that and wonder where your money went
This, the gambler’s mind may almost derange
It’s not true that “My luck is bound to change.”
If you flip a coin & get heads 100 times in a row
The probability for tails is still one-half, though
It is a very foolish and dangerous logical slip
To think as if the coin has some memory chip
A certain slot machine hasn’t paid off for a year
Should you rush to use it if that fact you hear?
No matter what some people will insist to say
The odds are no better than on the first day
So for getting rich these facts don’t bode too well
But how wealth can be achieved I will now tell
If you want to keep your financial matters straight,
Then it’s the gambling house you must operate
It’s true that gamblers may make an occasional win,
But nearly all will just lose it back to the house again
So if, of the casino, you are the wealthy owner
Only then will your money not soon be a goner
Who I was
Is who I am
What I said
Was not a scam
I'm still me
I've not replaced
My true identity
Is still in place
Look deep inside
You shall see
Your daughter, your sister
All of me
Don't be confused
By subtle change
I've only adapted
To this life of derange
(C) Stacy Lynn Stiles
Broken promises are all I ever get
My feelings don't count when your mind is set
Broken promises you keep throwing my way.
Broken promises always seem to ruin my day
I hold on to hope that you will change
Other people think my loving you sometimes is so derange
You just always assume I will be there
These broken promises are not fare
Coming last too all your friends
Broken promises yes it does offend
Broken promises, forgetting anniversaries, and treating me like crap
I've put up with it all
Broken promises feel like to me a slap
Broke promises over and over is insane
It's causing so much strain
Things have got to change fast
He does not see his future is going to be left in his past
Time is slipping bye so quick
Little by little I'm loosening this fight to keep him
It's making me sick
His chances at keeping me now unless he changes are skim
Will broke promises and his friends ruin what we once had
I hope not because if so I'll be very sad
Form:
Truth what is your value or worth
When sometimes you make me feel good and other times
You cause me to hurt
Truth you come on time
And some days not at all
The approach and presentation is so strong
How can you ever fit in the category of wrong
Yet people treat truth as a last resort
Truth why do people look at you strange
As if you’re ugly, derange and insane
But the facts remain
However, easy to obtain
Even fear brings the storms, hurricanes, tornadoes and heavy rain
That can make your heart and mind filled with pain
Yet whatever we lose, we must gain
For truth can justify, validate and approve what you have endured
To stand as you continue to maintain
There's something about suspenders and Rear-enders
And even if you may be running into fenders
To me and many, it might not be a big deal
But suspenders may get caught in steering wheel.
It did seem to start becoming quite drafty
When I saw someone cunning and crafty
Drinking many margaritas which were mixed
Which apparently is how people get their kicks.
To a Hill-Billy high balls may sound strange
And minds have been known to mentally derange
Then a dead end street you had ended up on
Just ran out of gas when it was all gone.
Red light, green light or could be caution
Mixed with margaritas create quite a concoction
Or even Coca Cola mixed with much rum
And lots of lime, you should also add sum.
Soon I realized and as a matter of fact
Can you imagine the incredible impact
Bloody Mary Margaritas were a disaster
And pretty near put me out to pasture.
James Thomas Horn
www.poetrysoup.com
That mask pertain,
seems sustenance ordain,
the foolish choice, so bartered with disdain,
to organize one's premise seems remain!
A docile choice, but holding on in vain!
Oh hand of God, reach out,
I must proclaim, deliverance seems liable,
in false aim. The breeching of content is thought's exchange,
confusion by the sinful taught derange!
How timely, Oh that wilderness contain.
Soul's life, unknown by Earthly main,
proceed my Faith, a challenge in restrain,
yet "pass the buck" a cowardly ingrain.
Peace, take my thought, no categories sane,
Influence, Oh the ide's of time's enslave . . .
is lasting, though demeaning's choice . . . stays same!
A false perspective from the drug
adversity confirm the slug
to cover my lost space, a plug
the prior years seem lost to tug!
Some remnant, some impersonal shrug
has cast me down to this exchange
my livelihood must rearrange
to manifest this new derange!
A blob of entity enhanced
to fill the cabinet of chance,
prescriptions meriting advance
now solemn to emotions stance!
Racked up by fetishes, now dance
to fool's charade, this modern lure
the note, addiction is the slur
while I the victim hide the stir!
Oh courage, grant me not impure
conditioning that I lose concur,
as time becomes enslavement's bear
free gracefully my lost fight's share.
To modify this pagan scare
inducement is the rub, beware
concern my choices ~ my up there
INHERITOR, claim your own self-care!
Mommy my dearest,
Walking on the plank,
Sharks circle nearest,
Pirates shout their chants.
Watched by the eldest,
Eyes drawing blank.
Cries from the youngest,
As she hits the bank.
Laughters fill the deck,
But not from the pirates,
Confusion hit the pack,
A shift in the climax.
Crews became silent,
Skies Turn to darkness,
A deadly sign sent,
Appearance Sea goddess.
Knees hit the floor,
Proud men into cowards,
Now to even the score,
See the Sea dogs cowed.
Mommy brought her pets,
Krakens and the killer whales,
Got their briggas wet,
Frighten whore males.
Our colour changed,
Beige to deep blue,
Cause great derange,
Retribution is upon you.
(alternately titled: ah me go march'n home on derange)
I'll play the devil's advocate, yet
prepare a stance with pitchfork
against misinterpreted faux attempt
to describe, how whet
d'ya column re: immigration officials coe vet
patrol, police, and poison tranquil casa blanca
where killer attack dogs fiendishly pin set
ting sharp fangs at jugular vein of respectful,
dutiful, and blissful (or at least
prior to being sniffed out) innocent
long time laborer on American soil now get
ting Das Boot to their unfamiliar Motherland
(despite living social
as law abiding righteous folks) fret
full, cuz unfairly punished, and
cruelly deported, dispirited, doomed
pained visage non verbally articulates
at un war rented deportation you bet!
with just a flick of the wrist
and alien hated, pigheaded,
and xenophobic ventriloquist
bring back the Alien and Sedition Acts
with a Trumpeting Latina, Hispanic,
and for good measure Mulatto twist,
where original writ (signed into law
by President John Adams in 1798),
historical footnote, aye cannot resist
spooking (like a ghost), those pee pill
born south of the border pooped and pissed
in potties of this proud country, sans free and brave
now frightfully get flushed out
glad to feign dis guise
as one among select Geronimo cadre
we henchman lubricate
wheels of injustice myst
tuff hie hiding dark shadows
(along the edge of night)
thence paddy wagon comes
to screeching halt nabbing
an "illegal alien" name on hit list
code word "bag dad" (biggest quarry)
and score a win
for Barren Trump Tah Mahal Incorporated
impossible mission special ops sentry slithers as trained
fearless to shackle wetback ranked big hest
catch also including booby prize,
as you correctly guessed.