Best Fraudulence Poems
Not, terry, not
To protest at fraudulence
Not, hesitate, not
To protest at wrongness
Not, fail, not
To protest at terrors-
If needed, hit and get safety
If required, fight and achieve prosperity
Rightness is must
Righteousness is the best
For times immemorial
Mankind is suffering
From inherent meanness
As history says
Human world is dwelling
In inhuman fold
Let us protest at our attitudes
To protect our lives
Let us protest at our affairs
To protect our rights
Till today we are entangled
In age old animosity
By tomorrow
We will have to get rid of enmity
This is the time right
We have to protest at our crookedness
To have our future right
Yes, we should promote humanness
If others were aware, Oh shame
Hint nothing!
The heart is in the hand of a hacker.
Dare not share.
Fear retrobution, repremand
forlorn.
Act as one fortuitous.
Oh deception!
Specialize the fraudulence.
The exclusive confidence, a ruse.
To excoriate this being would serve well.
For it may never never tell.
Race to occupation!
Run to duties call!
Pray the tounge slips not.
Fear that many fall.
Oh books, they serve not.
As time does better still!
Experience a teacher, will tell, may tell, of others will.
Guide the heart.
Your hand be true, and kindness give with thought.
Not all are as you.
To do as some they ought.
But mines are mixed and not so well.
They feel as you may owe.
Are they sad, corrupt, or angry?
To take their silent stabs so slightly,
as they trample all over.
All is quiet now.
Silence of the dammed we think.
As drying blood stinks.
So is this way.
Form:
Life, I think, is a bit of a paradox.
Floating through this desolate void devoid of context and explanation, (some might suggest value as well, I suppose);
I conclude these idiosyncratic murmurings of bothersome almost-people
Reprimanding my almost-conscience are just a whit of an empty, emaciated white whale of a civilization proclaiming pseudo-camaraderie and disappointing undertakings as suitable solutions for contentedly concluding one’s existence.
Though some perceive fraudulence efficiently, soaring quilled shafts of deceit unavoidably puncture intimate electing properties of our conscious.
No barricade can shield humanity from himself.
With living comes a constant quality of inconsistency,
despite the state of existence itself being incredibly monophonic,
permeating my formless breath and solid heart like no other experience.
Well… there is another event I imagine could deliver a pure, unadulterated sensation of intoxicating eternity.
I will wait for him, peacefully, until he arrives on his sweet, milky steed.
O dear old friend, deliver me swiftly unto my end, the true undying void.
a cut-throat dealer voices
an horde of sweet lying words
that perform fraudulence than ten evil kings
Form:
You came into my life,
Knowing it's about time to rejoice,
As you brought my heart at heavenly above,
I was live drowned in you my love.
The darkened trail of my life now flashing,
The never ending corridor now ceasing,
Wounded heart of mine seems mending,
And grief music turned out romantically flowing.
With all my life it suddenly bloom,
As of Lois Lane kissing Superman,
All I can feel is you'll be my groom,
It's all because that's part of the Master plan .
But why I let myself to live with that trickery?
You avail my fragileness in just a simple way
The allurements you showed can't resist really
I know, time to bound it end for being silly.
I should stop on pretending now yet it hurts...
Goodbye...though it's painful no more flirts..
Bear on your mind that I love you endlessly
And even years lapsed you'll be in my heart vividly..
In confusion,
Lies illusion..
That remains unseen.
So deeply hidden in your mind,
That it feels like a dream
Feeling so lost and helpless all you can do is scream...
Cause in reality Life and Confusion are the ultimate team,
Giving birth to illusion appearing as a BIG scheme..
I wonder????
Is anything what it seem??
Or does confusion turn to delusion as living starts to feel like one bad dream.....
Just stuck in generational denial & fraudulence to the extreme...??
NEVER KNOWING WHO U REALLY ARE OR WHO'S REALLY ON YOUR TEAM.
CONFUSION AN DENIAL A.K.A THE AMERICAN DREAM
Form:
We make it in digital so that nothing real exists
Beyond the firey belly thought horizon
Far beyond the fraudulence of existence
Numbers and symbols form and this replaces our language
The heart is gone, nothing but rom and unread messages
Cold to the touch and anger replaces our moral ethics
We make it in stereo so that we know it is real
Speakers pounding to replace the hole where heart once filled
She heard it in waste, on repeat three times a day
But it all somehow remains meaningless
Going in and out of dead space
Barely recognizing a recognizeable face
It swells and then it quickly builds
In empty space it lives
Made toxic but sweeter still
In sync the destruction of hope and heart appear
But it is all squalor and sickness
Thus we make it in hologram so that we can feel
One must erase or become deleted, otherwise it all becomes far too real
As a touching moment between friends turned lovers that will soon end
Because in the end it is all truly insignificant
What seemed impromptu later is revealed as scheduled
Proven to be hoax, planned and illegitimate
As it is wise to look before one leaps
Before the fall even the strong can be deceived
As I when I believed you friend, when in truth you all were enemy
Made strong by my hope, my naivety
They told me it's ok to grieve
But before my grief could last too long they all abandoned me
With care their lies paved and stupidly along its path I came
Because if one can't believe then how are we to have any faith?
So, they broadcast it in digital to make us into slaves
It's purchased and bartered, laundered and exchanged
In innocent blood they are all washed and bathed
Made pure by impure act and trade
Made in America and over time slowly degrades
We've all been duped, we've all been betrayed.
Dread and doubt has enslaved me
Calamity and tragedy has absconded my peace
Trepidation and fright has held me captive
Ill repute and indignity now hold my heart for ransom
Humiliation and degradation have stolen my youth
Fraudulence and treachery have tarnished my truth
Malevolence and malice have manifested all around
Silence and stillness are now a dreaded sound
Form:
Shadow black blood floods flow silently wailing in whirlpools
Volcanoes of endless enmity erupt with vengeance.
It's not humanness. Here, the mores of 'might is right' rules
Against routing quagmires, lotus buds fight for transcendence.
We shake hands like friends while minds float on clouds of fraudulence.
Amidst rocking crowds in digital sounds, we feel alone.
Wearing torn costumes of cleaved conscience, we seek vigilance.
Weeds of weariness spring up, wherefrom seeds of smiles are sown.
Like weak rams, we follow the rushing crowds to hit someone.
Who do we want to hit? Why do we want to? No one knows.
We make weapons and enable our young ones fight for fun.
Roots of truth hidden, falsehood from friendship flawlessly flows.
Why is each one who toils not the owner of their wages?
Why don't we end all dead ends that prevent our pilgrimages?
Vanity of vanities, all is vanity,
The jewels, the money, all insanity!
No man is immortal, why don't you get,
Accept this and deal with it, your life will be set.
All the humans have endless desires,
Their life is nothing but a bizzare.
Unable to endure the suffering, yet creating pain for others
Why the inability in seeing happiness of another?
People come and people go, the sun remains the same,
Lightening the world with its flame, constantly untamed.
And like the sun, shines those people,
Who, in sniffles and smiles stays unchanged.
Fortunes & hapless, fraudulence & guileless
The sniffles, the smiles, all are worthless.
The joy of peace, the glee of soul,
Is only attained when the body is free of it's core.
I wonder why their is so much botheration,
The love,the hatred, all in consideration.
All is because of the word called 'expectation',
Yet it gives nothing, but frustration.
So much of chaos and so much of enviousness,
Oh man, why running behind temporariness?
Whatever you'll make in this life, you'll die living the whole,
The real gratification lies not in anything but peace of your soul.
Con-fused, fused by a con?
emotional entanglement,
can be such a fraud.
Fraudulence at it's finest,
one hundred degrees to zero,
thought it wasn't a villain,
but sure was not a hero.
What can you do,
if you think you were played?
What do you think Jesus would say?
Well he is more forgiving,
I am far less,
so I'll make up my own little
trickery test,
really does underestimate,
the things I can do,
just because I am blind,
doesn't make you less see through.
Dampen the nimble finger wrought by sentient numb
Five senses discerning feelings eventually to succumb
to chaos, blackness, soothing yet ravaged within
Whisper to the hand the deceives, don’t deny the sin
Illusory, ambiguous, settle upon the judge me not
Sail under false hope, entice the meek and unfortunate
Wing thyself from beguiled thoughts and guilty pleasures
Deliquesce into delirium and sense the battered measure
Empathetic disadvantage of devilish wit
Thy soul has drifted into the eternal abyss
Eloquent phrases bequeathed, befriending those close
Façade forged for protection in wrought iron and stone
Eclipse the spiritual sun, enter the center black mass
The latent inner self who desires not to envision the past
Seek and reap the martyrdom of intolerance
Chauffeur the soul through familiar fraudulence
Criminal content starving with motives of malice
Deliver yourself from evil, pray to glorious menace
The Rancid decay of carouse content emits a pulse
of foul stench within the mind finding no solace
Form:
Four in one, nine baptized,
I hear you say legalized fraudulence.
Promises air-conditioned highways and streets;
Salaries and wages without workings,
An easy life made sweet and comfortable.
Now, all can join the bandwagon of rigging,
Of Moonslide and Marsslide victories,
With babies and peoples ritually sacrificed.
Received with glee by their lord,
The god of Politricks.
There it is, the consequencies of the results
The dream of the dawn of evolution,
Fraudulence time of reality
Being handicap by the morals of lack of dignity.
Ideas that engulves the mind of the naive ones.
Freedom, all but a joke .
Differencies the platform for chaos.
So what are the odds for peace?
The trend, the looking glass of the soule
The need for standard is a grave untold
That repetition, all but errors of the past
To enslave the waiting man to a new start
An eventual need for more
She who seats in the middle of them all
Nature but the least observed
The ages of WIFI to all to serve
A world that mimics the round is but a whole to a reality that drawns
Against the skin; that breeze that sings
For to see the beauty that breaths
Amongst they to whom the least.
The looks to which the judgement are based
That character that fades in the face to whom it gaze
To the beholder of the taste the tungue ready to lay its claims
The work that prey on the woman in pain
An action that comes from the fake and strays
Will dare the society in everyway.
By Lekene Paul
Happy would be the day
When each person will be literate
Developed will be the nation
For improvement, why should we wait?
Happy would be the day
When women will actually have equal rights
Healthy would be each family
If today we cure the women’s plight
Happy would be the day
When no one will run after money
Love will be the only essence
Everyday would be pleasant and sunny
Happy would the day
If every child learns his duty
To exterminate corruption
When a leader would grow against brutality
Happy would be the day
If every poor will be employed
There would exist no poverty
If the officials do not act blind.
Happy would be the day
If everyman leaves fraudulence
Right will be the way
To give a chance to every scientist’s inquisitiveness
Happy would be the day
When people will not fight for religion
Time will change, so will people, I believe
So there will be no evil in name of region
Happy would be the day
If the nation is forever united
No one will able to disintegrate us
Problems like Terrorism would never crush us.
Happy would be the day
When the nation will be a noble ground
A land of commoners and also of Richies
Who would respect every creation of motherland…
Happy would be the day
If everyone realizes the importance of time
Importance of words and dreams will also not be spared
And for the growth of nation every atom would be cared
Happy would be the day
When I will see my generation awake
Content would be my mind forever
If everybody will live for their own sake!