Best Muddled Poems

In the corridors of a muddled mind,
Within the condensation of a thick fog, 
I often find,
A relapsed presence, a menopause
In life, an uncertainty
Of kind,
Where good and evil dined.

Poetry is the release for such a mind
For it abides,
Inside the realms of the unknown,
Hands you a key to reach,
Un-reckoned heights,
Ventures into twilight,
The beginning or end almost tangible,
The...

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Devils N My Head..

Every Time Im Alone
All I Wanna Do Is Cry..
I Hate My Life So Much,
Nd I Know Im Not The Only
One Who Gots It Bad, Nd
I Know Other People Have It
Worse.. But Really Wtf Did I
Do To Deserve Any Of It?.
I'm Not Trying To Pity Myself
Really Im Not, Im Just Trynna
Understand. I Just...

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I'm mystified by my unruly brain
while grasping for a word, I draw a blank
like ticker tape that moves in fits and starts
elusive phrases flicker in and out
and putting names with faces is a chore.
To place someone is hard as calculus
this mind, it calcifies as time goes by.
Can anybody recommend a tool
that scrapes away the crust...

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Wrangled truths consistently warn
wrinkled ideals persistently withdrawn
blatant bargaining the hopes of the new-born
banned are the muscle and the fighting brawn

Attained and sustained consciousness abide
ardent and absolute realities adorn
slowly creeping down an unforgivable slide
slated by an over souring scorn

Red and black bandanna's revered
riled and vile of a rebel royalty
land of lakes and volcanoes leer
lost in furore...

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The world rejoiced upon the day,
When doctors quickly found a way,
The vaccine shot was good to go!
And only took a year or so!

But here’s the thing when it began:
Our country didn’t have a plan.
To dole the shots, it chose to shirk,
And told the states to go to work.

You see, although they won’t confess,
It turned into...

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As I sit brooding over my tea I
picture once more the solemn
sight of a streetlamp going dim
the same beacon of hope that
previously fueled the ramblings
inside my addled mind now
a ghost a shadow of it’s past
I imagine again the clothesline 
that was once the structure for a fortress
so flimsy in it’s cottenness yet 
strong from our...

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Travelling
Parallel lines
Darkness… light
Turbulent emotions orchestrate heartbeats-
Grey areas filled with muddled dreams....

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A MUDDLED UP WORLD

Oh what a chaotic world we live in
Full of hysteria for all to see
With news of perpetual unhappiness within
Have we come to such a cacophony of undesire
That we spiraled down to such a degree
To that hollow feeling of despair 
With the apocalypse about to descended 
What happened to the kaleidoscope of love...

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Casting blind judgments; 
My steel toe shoes won’t fit you,
they were built for me;  
Unable to walk this path, 
you would muddle my footprints....

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Azalea praise in painted hues
some pray, lie, bribe, pray, insult, pray
muddy month of May...

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MY MUDDLED MIND

Your tea is getting coffee,
And your coffee is getting tea,
And what I mean to say
come and have your
Coffee please,
You have a cold,
I heard you sneeze!
Step out as you walk in
And walk in as you step out,
And what I mean to say
Don’t wander far
from where you are,
Dangers lurk about!
And then I say,
What clock is...

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I have so many fake arguments inside of my head
And I win them every time
But when it comes time to actually fight
The words seldom come out right
I suppose that’s why I write in rhyme

There are so many beautiful things to express
And ugly, depressing things, too
But when it comes time, it all goes south
Every explanation is...

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Time is a fickle thing for those
                                             healing.
		   ...

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A sparkling gem
In the middle of
The dull and mundane
It shines through,
Even on the darkest days
But still, no one notices
Its beautiful brilliance
It doesn't get stained
By the ugliness around
But that's what they want
It to become, dirty like
All the rest of them
The pure, uncontaminated stone
That had done nothing
To anybody else
Is continually tossed
Around like it is just
Any other ordinary,
Regular-looking...

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Painted dragon 
walleye graphics
Crushing traffic
Plasma flagon
Paisley flower
Common hours


11/6/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020...

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