Best Deviance Poems
"The Theory of Positivism"
It’s criminal
all theories tie that life
in neat tight black bows
the presents under
that tree of life
wide spread
arms once wide open
now closed
are presence of mind
essence embedded
in a heart shut tight
pumping blood cold steel
silver bullets
tutorial delivers the student
an exercise exorcised
in a class room
all glass barriers
broken
revealed in sharp shards
by observer
with scientific mind
articulated
strings
unravel irrationally
Love is the Key
that opens
and locks all doors
Irrevocably
no tears shed at weddings
future turns it back
on past tensed
were there
weddings
question mark
in time
sealed
official
red wax
stopped
Survival
reflex
temporal
hushed
yet
revealed
Pull the Trigger
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
“Remember Us” / Aqualung feat. Sara Bareilles
https://youtu.be/J5Ecrt96ojo
Assessment, 2.
How can we “cure” deviance when psychological positivism has many
distinct and conflicting theories?
https://openoregon.pressbooks.pub/ccj230/chapter/4-6-positivist-criminology
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Positivist_school_(criminology)
https://www.bartleby.com/essay/The-Psychological-Positivism-Theory-On-All-Of-F3EBSL9CPLL5
trigger.
https://www.goodtherapy.org/blog/psychpedia/trigger
LYRICS/ "Remember Us", Aqualung feat. Sarah Bareilles
https://genius.com/Aqualung-remember-us-lyrics
So many seek you by the light of the dawn only to lose you through the haze of dusk
You are mysterious at times a silent secret in the navel of mans thoughts, a deviance
a variate inside the doors of the conscience far remote when peppered with denial
you want to be sought after like love agape,
so many seek you by the light of the dawn, only to lose you to the heady scent of musk
you are like a fine cut diamond in the raw, if I press you to a mirror you break the image
you save, you redeem, you make deer sleep, you see a sinner and turn him into snow
Palpable like the studded stars of heaven every filament of your grace, is a hot burner
You show up at the most inconvenient times and sometimes the most timely ones too
So many seek you by the light of the dawn but you being truth, always come as you are,
clear faced and bold, you hold your own
So many seek you by the light of the dawn only to lose you through the haze of dusk
you are mysterious, at times a silent secret in the navel of a womans thoughts , deviant.
" Mephistopheles became a river whose current flowed in the wrong direction,
he believed that suffering could be eradicated from life,
absurd as lead being wieghtless,
his deviance led him to challenge my hegemony in the meditterranian world
during the climax of ancient Rome.
He became obsessed with silly theories of evil,
money is evil, war is evil,
vengence, dishonesty, greed, everything instrumental
to gaining competitive success Mephistopheles was considering to be bad,
he had gone insane
and so I immolated him to the Cosmos
and in loving memory I established a Church, an Empire, from his life,
I made gold from grease."
I was completely stunned by these revelations,
I nearly forgot how to breathe,
I was like a child lost in a labyrinth of questions, doubts & beliefs,
every walkway becoming longer,
every moment
darker, everything true suspect,
I was panicing through amazement,
I mustered the strength to ask one more question
before He dismissed me,
do you think you're evil,
the Devil said,
" I am remorseless, unforgiving and unmistakable,
I can be the pulse of your dreams
and the strain in your heart,
I am a purity so clean
that I am toxic to the profane; I am flesh."
J.A.B. Copyright 2013
I inflict the exact triumph of
wisdom
My heartbeat confides in the
mist of conflicts
I see myself as pawn
In the world where humans
controlled my destiny
I've lacked a sense of power
And life became a mental
causality
Where my misfortunes are
learnt and labelled as
agitations
I observe in the mist of
climates of futility
To embrace my optimism
and not fixate on the deviance
Of the exclusion of normality
Life has suddenly drew a circle
To shut me out
Heretic, rebelled
A thing to flout about
I seek to understand rather
than be understood.
Perpetuating my future
Contemplated my tomorrow
And dismantled my past
To live for now....
The Tortured Cuckoo
Delivered-bewildered and confused, onto a foliage. No direction from those empowered to parent so weak a fledgling. Clawed and pecked for being, an easy release of pent-up frustration upon defenceless creature.
Eat, and be reminded that you never contributed food to the table. Sleep, but only after the replayed nightly rants. Clothe, but only sufficient to cover modesty. Daily rebuke, for merely existing in this confused environment
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The mute mother, covered and suppressed by incessant torment. Offers no more than, ‘Never Mind Love’. Neighbours uninterested in the welfare of other flocks say, ‘’He’s always flitting from one nest to another nest’’.
Sister distanced and removed for safety. Half- sister distanced by umbilical distain for someone not of their father. Grand parents- indifferent to my presence, unable to give recognition to my mere existence. Their talons sharpened by others. Success never acclaimed, but failure always punished.
Then to fly the nest, when devoid of sinews of loving strength and the wombed bedroom never yours to return to in times of need. When every step taken with ease and encouragement for others, is a thorned briar at every turn for you.
Alertness and deviance become your friends. Opportunist and far thinking, you build a nest of comforting security- so long denied. Once a long time featherless, now wearing full plumage.
The mountains are your refuge, they reciprocate litheness and stealth. They seek neither intimacy nor show distain. On these high contours you are the predatory Hawk. Words unanswered for so long are replaced by ‘thoughts and dreams’ that dance upon the wind!!!.
The sub-conscious jugernaught,
And it’s defence mechanism,
For so long your multi-faceted dimension we’ve fought,
So commonly known as super ego, ego and id’ism.
We can all be mean, jealous, envious,
Sometimes kind, caring and compassionate at best,
What we don’t like, we call social deviance,
I know all the me’s I can be, collectively we’ve got a chance,
Not much is known by the layman,
There’s a reason we feed from the tame hand,
Each one of us immensely powerful,
We need our vision back to make it's power null,
revealing, no cohesion, a fictional entity cull.
The mind unravels and absorbes the 'knowing' wealth,
letting go of the ego and in 'their' terms my mental health.
All armored in gear of silver, he stands tall
at the battlefield of war.
She carelessly awaits for the hour, watching
him and learning his many flaws.
He tells her that she can forfeit at any time,
regardless of the state that they are in.
She giggles a laugh of mock, as she rolls her eyes.
Reading his face like a book,
she considers her tactics and skills.
The time has come, the bell has rung and the
battle has now commenced.
She sees him coming her way, and as he runs he
questions why she still stands there in such deviance.
As he approaches her he sees her drop to her knees,
she looks up at him with a look of helplessness.
She questions him, asking away a series of
confounding mind controlling questions.
This devious tactic was that of the opposite gender,
as she cried and cried he couldn't but to surrender.
As he went to her side to offer his comfort,
she quickly ended his life without commiseration,
and stood over his lifeless body, declaring victory.
As she pridefully gloated,
she leaned in and gave him a kiss tasting
of mere repugnance and scorn, they say
hell hath no fury but this was not the end
he gasped his last breath of air as he
swiftly ended her life with a feel of satisfaction.
Unfortunately his fate was in her hands as well
as hers in his so there they laid, him and her, both dead.
Pray, do you know what I do mean
When respectful I do wish you seen
Do you care for humanity
Do you care by showing respect
For all that does be imperfect
Do you have this humility
Pray, do you know what I do mean
When respectful I do wish you seen
Arrogance fills up every nook
Deviance follows it by hook
Do you care for humanity
Do you have this humility
Pray, do you know what I do mean
When respectful I do wish you seen
i do not fear the legislation of man
or the degradation of individual rights.
i do not fear instant gratification
as it's message more aggressively rapes every outlet of entertainment,
even in seeing how it tears into our children.
i do not fear it.
i do not wonder why the dark side has power.
i do not wonder why kids don't respect adults and adults don't respect each other.
i do not wonder why there's so much death and murder and sickness and divorce.
i do not wonder why the clubs are full and churches are empty and abortion is legal.
i do not wonder.
today is the day people are making the choice of just who it is they serve.
today is the day the family bond is broken over self-importance, power-struggles, and sexual deviance.
today is the day that those who lead, prey on those who have trusted them and disarm those who knew better.
today is the day we have to lock our cars and our doors and our hearts.
today is that day.
but know this:
no law of any government can direct the heart of man.
no restriction can limit his ultimate rebellion,
and no physical depravity, his spiritual.
you can keep a tiger in a cage.
you can restrict his consumption to strictly vegetarian.
you can train him to sit and stand on command,
and to jump through hoops
and to walk on fire.
but you can never make him anything other than a tiger.
there is a much larger issue that is being clouded with the debris of the American constitution and its amendments-
an issue that reaches deep inside the being of a human, into what makes a man a man.
it is not our civil liberties we are being robbed of;
it's our hope, our faith, our strength.
it is not our personal security that is being invaded;
it's our minds, our morals, our purity.
it is not our children's sensitive psyches we are protecting;
it's our comfort, our feelings, ourselves.
it is not fetal tissue we are throwing away;
it's our children, our responsibility, our future.
see, humanity as a whole will arrive to the destination,
but each individual will be responsible for how we get there.
consider what's more important; what you do or what you know,
and remember that out of your heart will the entirety of your actions flow.
Post Mortem
Did you hear them sing dirge:
When the world comes crashing down on me,
Did you hear those voices across the divide?
A cacophony of tormented brain
All dead and moldy like forgotten bread,
Dust to dust,
Ashes to ashes;
Their lives begin to wan
As ashes from their burning hemp bush
That is just about what it is,
Their lives nailed with needle and shot away
And all the dark sores,
Spun a tangles tale of million arms
When this madness finally settle like death,
And after all the soaring
High up like a bird,
After all the falling, sprawling supine
And whimpering, eyes dilating,
Groaning like tired door
After all the hours in the back-rooms,
Of walking nights In dark corner streets
Of knives that flash deviance
To stark-eyes victims
The spiting cough from over laboured guns,
All for propitiation for the spirits
Of their consuming gods, After all of these
Someone still got his addict soaking brain splash
Out to foul the air
A tormented, yet a nice sleep.
Then commence that shout across the divide,
Help! Liberate this soul from
That which diminishes
From this quagmire, the deadness;
Of imprison moments.
And that is just all
With tip of match sticks
They measured out their life
And got filled up their nostrils
Exploded into the abyss
And a dirge: when the world comes Crashing down on me.
Form:
My fantasy was trespass--
into territory of another's head
but of dubious gain, the honor
pure and academic, wisdom's hideaway
to be disclosed and nude of dress
for no man's deviance is his alone.
It is enough to glister there--
cold tremors, fluffy heavens
reflect empty rewards, and reaching forth
produces little assurance just how much
two souls may share, or when
we even think alike.
Reward enough, for if we do
approach such frightening phenomena
there's little left to do but sigh,
burrowing deep in our blanket rolls,
and settle in, maintain the watch
and know we shall not see the end,
nor ever entertain the luxury
of understanding why.
~
Man Walks In Darkness
Sad excuse, not a plus
just ask Simon Cowell
Freedom found on a bus,
words of Colin Powell
Darkness and deceit, joined happily racing hand in hand
Death, destruction and misery follows war's pounding paths
Such cold-bloodied black that it tarnishes even the land
Encouraging follies from man's feeble, indignant wrath
Lies accepted as art
where educations lays
Those blinded do their part
in clouding sunny days.
World brings its hate and pains
hunger aches, no relief
Wicked births aching stains
living with no belief
Fear ye not, saving light sails forth when sincere pleas abound
destroying vast raging seas of poison and rancid brine
Even without heaven's sweetest angelic trumpeted sound
recoveries and miracles bring blessings very fine
Man will find lit paths true
shielded from temptations
His word reigns over you
Love's greatest sensations.
Robert J. Lindley, 5-19-2016
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Total # Lines: 25 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 136
Written in Peter Duggan's new form with slight deviance
made by author..
I hope that I may have done it some justice my friend.
an earth is not a resewable blanket so do not rip it then
The dainty two hour ballet performance by the pack of brontosauruses' was a splendid and majestic sight. No former beam can alight the walking walls to practice the movements of the feet moving featherlike across the vast eighteenth century stage. Turrets brought in and out. The tantalizing score brought eras to life with fantastic scenic backdrops. Painted pleasingly and professionally by the little busy mice brigade whose timeless work created many a project for performers in a global industrious swoop. Swapping a hair pin and coughing was often noted in the high elitist box which was positioned to grant the peerage an uninterrupted view away from the crowd. Aerial perspective is neither a auditory ambience nor an acre of animation. Instead it is a prevalence of demonstrated power point whereby the status of human is put on a pedestal, a throne, a high aloof top, as if to look down somewhat upon the minions. Akin to a sack which was boxes but now filled with potatoes. The sack was in the top of the pile but upon filling it got thrown on the very bottom of a vegetable delivery truck. Flames frame fame formations. Fluctuating. It is the time to rebuild the pickle dam said the beaver party. Beaver parties are often constructing and constructing is clearly levitational and a deviance can go dig in a bush. No left handed leap in an estate. And no windmill laughing today. But a bridge between the sexes of the iconic Oxon at a tennis game can satisfy a lighthouse walking to a market square. Haha and an x circumstantially Z Z Z Z
Form:
When
Will we accept our idealist indirection?
Deviated by selfish deviance;
byproducts of our own deceits.
Hope
Remains in anonyms who grasp moralizing concepts.
Courage must manifest promised tangibility.
Despair
Cripples forces of hope;
Sprinkling dreary forecasts, only to be left in doubt.
Questionable answers are found, such as...
Why do we be what we are?
1-16-2012
The sullen face that seeks not to be approved or answerable.
An eternal question mark, fragile emotion, to nurture, be fair,
These things are expected yet there is no pretence to care,
a role, an act, a cross to bear.
She took the hand of a child with gentle grace
coupled with evil etched upon a feminine face.
The icy vicious plans of each criminal man..
became far worse in female hands.
no judge, jury and reporter to vilify -
sufficiently to fit the public outcry.
Presumption is all that we have now,
to label, shun and still question 'How?'
To hide and distrust what we see,
for evil women only exist on tv!
Just a hardened deliberation
before eternal damnation
when this person of the 'fairer' sex will be..
deemed too 'male' for society.