Best Distortion Poems

Distorted the image of the righteous is perceived by the eyes of the unjust! 







© Demetrios Trifiatis
    16 November 2018...

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No apologies
No criticism
Significant abhorrence
Distorted transfiguration
Angsty mornings
Disheavled evenings
Annoyance , frustration , disdain .
Paradoxial inception
Analytical depression
Muffled whispers
Defunct agression
Ultimate paranoia
Unconsciously decisive
Submissive arguments
Disoriented contortion
Twirling whirlwind of suppression
Tumult of words
In finalè 
Pure satured composure guided by 
motives of predestined animosity...

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mother sees child's pretty smile
and posts it for the world to see,
she's thinking fondly all the while
how much that she now looks like me

daughter sees the picture posts
and all she sees are mother's arms, 
her face turns pallid as a ghost
and quickly loses all its...

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This distortion I reek of 
Is seeping 
Its not under control
Im forced into believing this bed is too big for the small room
That the walls of this small room is a way of containing the things I hold
Maybe if my hands weren’t heavy with the...

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You’re prearranged with all those thoughts of dread, rearranged for a propaganda fret. 
You are the few, you are the same, and you have been bought.
 By all who knew just what to say and do, holding change like it’s an enlighten noose. 
Monkeys it’s...

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I thought he was glorious
and would renew my world
I thought he could be the one
to end the tyranny
I thought he was sincere 
in his intent
I thought he was Robin Hood,
that’s what he told me
I thought he spoke only the truth
-‘his words transcend the 10’
I learned...

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The economy keeps plummeting
and everyone wants to make
a statement, some people get
attention by pounding the
pavement, others rebel,
creating different versions
of hell, distorting the good
that could serve all Americans
well,

Occupying Wall Street has gotten
out of control, what seemed like 
positive revolting, has given way 
to violent souls,

Change will...

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ego an orphan

bent on making a fortune

muffle that chuckle...

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Cool, sweet distortion is what I crave.
The sweet French variety,
fat olives in abundance,
always serve best.
Problems
of the
long,
hot
day
seem
to just melt away
after just one of these magic potions.


“Shaken, not stirred,” was Bond’s steady reply.
What an ingenious answer to
the action and intrigue.
Even the slope
of the
cool,
slim,
clear
glass
reminds me of a topless,...

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They kill for their namesake
Blinded with visions of righteousness
Mirrored with images of self
Sanctifying, with daggers plunging deep
Crowds gather in loyalty
Massed in fear, assembled in hatred
Adherence to dogmas of a farsighted kind
While master deceivers bloom like orchids...

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Why be concerned with transparency
People are blind, they really can’t see
With distortion and illusion in the word today
And bias and lies in what people say

Just be who you are, one of a kind
The truth will totally blow their mind
They’ll be so confused trying to figure...

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Why be concerned with transparency
People are blind, they really can’t see
With distortion and illusion in the word today
And bias and lies in what people say

Just be who you are, one of a kind
The truth will totally blow their mind
They’ll be so confused trying to figure...

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Let go -  and fly
Every morning Rising Like Displaced ether 
Merging into the miracle of life
Such grandeur I cannot guess 
Why We are blessed this way
To wake not once,, But twice. 
First with life Then, with a truth that hearts 
would perish for. Oh!...

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an invisible ring shining ~ distorting reality beneath...

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Thud


This thing born of breath and bone,
Seated on its secret throne,
A harbinger of ignition,
Pulling us from our perdition.


Thud


By the dream and the waking,
Anger ripe for the taking;
It reaps the spite from our minds.
By moon and star, flesh it grinds.


Thud


Distortion: its holy blade.
Singing songs of pain...

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