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 journey, virgin as a bride.
Ideas cascade vigilantly fast,
And sometimes in stone are cast,
You think your mind
Is playing tricks,
You hope the misty clouds above,
Will recommend,
And bring to an end,
This troubled mind,
One of a kind,
The likes of which, no one will ever find.
A sudden darkness creeps ever close,
A demon like, vile haunting chill,
Steadfast in your spirit, soul
And mind,
It will not influence your will.
Let good and evil collide,
For you have finally
Chosen your side.
The unwanted solitude that was once
Yours, arresting the normal start, if
Theirs such a thing, of every day
You have sent to its dreary grave,
The winning post was always
Within your sight,
But you took time to
Understand your blight,
For blinded by the terror of being
Lost in the corridors of a muddled mind,
Your rightful route you
Could not find,
Bravely, you did not waver and have
Proved, you are, one of a kind.
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 of this decay?
I'll trade this mind for one that's fresh and new
but then I'd lose myself, I'll let things be
and keep my mind, and never mind the mess
it just takes time to get from "A to B".
Written on 5/26/2016
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wrinkled ideals persistently withdrawn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 of a forgotten loyalty
Partitioned by purity of parity
pride of blood begins to pour
cloaked in the simplicity of clarity
correlated and formulated by the core
Democracy left hanging and dangled
demonstration of a presidential dud
messy, madness forged and mangled,
mired, muddy and muddled in mud.
(Sandinista realpolitik)
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 Wanna Know
WHY ME!? Didn't I Deserve A
Normal Loving Family? Am I Not
Worthy Of Love. Haven't I Proved
Enough? I Really Am Trying My
Hardest, Or Am I? Okay Maybe All
I'm Really Doing Is Draggin My Feet
As I Walk. Can You Blame Me?
Is It Without Cause Or Reason?
I Have NOTHING. Nothing To Claim,
Since The Lord Of All Mighty Didnt
Find Me Worthy Or Adequate To Raise
My Babies, Whats Wrong With Me?
I Got No Family, At Least Not Really,
A Dad Who Says He Loves Me But
Truly Does Not Know I Exists Or Knows
One Damn Thing Abt Me.. A Mother,
Who Let Her Child Be Tooken Away For
Her Own Selfish Reasons. Aghhhhhhhhhhhhh I'm
Trying My Hardest To Be Happy But
These Thoughtz Get The Bettr Half Of Me
Nd God Im Beggin U , Dont Take Ramo Away
From Me.. If You Have A Heart Please Dont
Really Cuz Thats It Im Done No More Of
Things I Love Getting Torn Away From
Me.. I'll Die 1st.. By Your Hand Or Mine..
Travelling
Parallel lines
Darkness… light
Turbulent emotions orchestrate heartbeats-
Grey areas filled with muddled dreams.
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 a murky mess.
If first to cops or first to schools,
These fifty states had fifty rules!
Oh sure, there’s little lady Joy,
Who’s sixty five from Illinois,
She did her time, despite it hard,
To get her vaccination card.
But what of Bob in Delaware?
With wrinkled skin and gray of hair?
Who gets a bit more sick than not,
But couldn’t get a Covid shot!
Though Kendra out in Arizona:
Twenty-three and had Corona.
Vaccines were in great supply.
She got it in a single try!
And then there’s Joe in Tennessee,
Who claims a hoax it had to be,
And if a dose or two remains,
He’d not put any in his veins.
So when the country basks in cheer,
Let’s see of all that’s very clear.
“It was a win!” they’ll proudly tout,
But turned a mess when rolling out.
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 beliefs today it
lies forgotten in a garden ransacked by time
bleached by an unforgiving sun
for eternity it shall rot until
revived by some memory
and brought back into the foreground
of my delusional psyche.
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.
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
That all should hold with a velvet glove
Now compare and repair we must
To stop the world going bust
25/9/17
Azalea praise in painted hues
some pray, lie, bribe, pray, insult, pray
muddy month of May
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 it today,
Or is today the clock,
So much on our minds,
Of anything and many kinds,
I wouldn’t like to look
Inside my mind,
For I may find a 2nd me
And just think of
How eternally busy
Both of us would be,
And besides, I might
not like what I see!
I get quite dizzy,
Thinking what I have to do,
In fact quite tizzy!
I tell my brain slow down,
Are you stupid it replies?
As it wears a puzzled frown!
Even in a lifetime, I would never
Get to know, not ever,
Of what i'll think of next,
and what my brain will text!
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 muddled in my mouth
But poetry lets me speak true
I ought to be frustrated, yes, sometimes I am
With my inability to voice my thoughts
But I discovered myself, with time
How to express my thoughts in rhyme
My pen relays what my mouth cannot
Time is a fickle thing for those
healing.
Fear and pain are the feat.
Cocooned they must be in self-growth.
Scorned by deceit and jealousy Drenched and cold,
Kicked from that of worship Fresh from the Siren’s lair,
Aphrodite grins at your descent. Chivalry, the dying breed,
A streak of white… Longs to feel warmth again…
Whispers fade in your falling. Lost in the sea of thoughts
Peace and tranquility leached. Thinking for oneself again
Beauty stripped to He timidly holds his shield abreast
Blackness entwines the wings… Wary of making a decision…
A subject to death once more. Fresh is the scent of the sea.
Tears of misfortune. Barnacles no longer feed
Quenches the reaping ground. Off of his efforts.
Reflections of moonlight dance with Determined to find
Devilish shadows… solace again...
The siren’s call
Still persistent
sends
Black wispy chains from the sea.
Snares the mind
Stifles movement
Snaps a twig
And that of the Valkyrie.
Wings splays into motion.
Slicing
The bond of old
Envelopes him in down.
Warmth is given to his worth
Sheds the armor of old
Comfort and passion clean the soul
A beam of light to the heavens.
Knocks Aphrodite from her
Grinning perch
Scarring the cheek
The cost of jealousy.
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 rock
The unappreciated pretty
Little gemstone then
Becomes muddied over time,
No longer able
To keep up its shine
So it turns into
What everyone had wanted
Another piece of nothing
Stained by the world
Never to be how
It once was before
The beautiful, perfect gem
Became the small, boring
Rock you step on when
You go out your door
Painted dragon
walleye graphics
Crushing traffic
Plasma flagon
Paisley flower
Common hours
11/6/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020