Best Self Deceit Poems
I am praying for the day,
When all walls will fall away,
And we as sons and daughters,
Will all truly obey.
The commandment to love one another,
Is the great and first commission.
To love God with all our hearts,
Might, mind and strength, our mission.
This is the celestial law abiding,
With no lies or self-deceit in the way.
There must be no inner hiding,
And for all this we must pray.
We all require our one true King.
Only He can sustain and set free,
But to be in his kingdom,
Each one must be at peace.
In this we must have no borders,
No place we cannot go,
For a King to reign in heaven,
There must be every room to grow.
There will be no manner of -ites,
No one will be excluded from their rights.
Each one loved as all are one,
Every moment blessed with pure divine.
Here in these last days, this is our destination,
For as Christ is to come, we are to receive Him.
No one will abide the day, unless we are all together,
In one body, one faith, under one head, forever.
Categories:
self deceit, god, heaven, together,
Form:
Rhyme
While the sun lent breath to the moon,
Steadily dropping the dusk of its guileless veil
Oh! Such eagerness in demise, I'd never seen
Madness dripping from the darkest skies, and beneath I sit;
Crumbling into my own existence, picking drops off the floor,
Where my weary fingers attempt to stitch madness, to sanity;
But rebel are the trembling hands, like they have been always before!
Nay! Madness shall prevail, sinking into my skin, running rivers through my wrinkles…
And I, I overflow with lunacy in a mask of self-deceit drowned in fury ,
As the battering ocean quickly surrounds the desert of my ill-stitched core;
I scream, I perish; I am consumed by your void, I implore!
Drown me deep, where your depth sees no light and darkness breaks shackles!
Drown me deeper! And there, I shall meet and find my shore;
Nay! Make me linger in your void, that's where I belong,
Oh! Such eagerness, where death trembles with the fear of life…
Where am I? I do not know, I resist knowing, tie me down;
Tie me down to the ignorant shrieks of your baffling lore!
Tie me down to the liberty of being shackled, for liberated is my gaze,
And I'm seeing life, and I'm seeing you, like never before!
Tie me down, till I breathe my last, till the startling end of your illusive haze,
Nay! Nay! Your moon is a lie, a misleading décor,
Oh! Such eagerness, but no truth in its breath…
Categories:
self deceit, anger, dark, deep, dream,
Form:
A ripe body of Adolescence, nuzzled by beauty
on which hair is polished by crystals and sapphire
but lacks in the garrison of virtues and patriotism
becoming blind to the significance of its own felicity.
So gullible is its owner, that Dorian Gray is her preferred suitor,
so false are her choices like bringing Tilapia to Canada to strive.
Protracted human disasters have not altered her Oestrus
yet barren even with the plethora of fertile males
she's an ignorant keeper and owner of a unique talisman
causing a huge surveillance from selfish sugar daddies.
In the midst of her turmoil, she stays ludic
inflicted with so much pain but cry so rhapsodic.
Swimming with the fast in pretentious avocation
entertaining in self deceit, through every dulcet move.
Well formed mouth without a beak and limbs with soft knees;
her metamorphosis should be complete, yet a chrysalis she remains.
A complete turnaround requires an economic Hasidism
for the existing gross mediocrity to be evanescent
then refined existence in juxtaposition between an idyllic present
to a radiant future would be once again fully established.
Categories:
self deceit, education, environment, planet, political,
Form:
Epic
Dead thoughts
Rotting flesh
Create living cages
creatures paraded on stages
Go to church, pay bills, working; a living fraud
Self-awareness begets Self-deceit a reflection
A mirror unfairness - mirror of defeat
The human condition kills
Historical shame
Worn out name
Myself.
To Maraud.
Go head for the hills
plethora of opponents
endless bombardment infinite myriad
Propaganda - now buying the ******** leaders sell
Just another component in the universal machine called god
Categories:
self deceit, animal, god, longing, space,
Form:
Suzette Prime
Yes,but lemme finish Susan
Holy sermons,discourse,invocations-
Priest, like one possessed,
Less holy whispering.
It was a pleasure trip
Church at hill-top
Spreading death knell
How come you fail to hear it?
Ancestors lay beneath earth
Waiting our arrival
Your colour sense
Matching arrogant taste
Like amorphous mind.
Chariot of Time fled
Pretended with self deceit,
We loved each other.
Susan, you're right
Lone days and nights
Logical arguments
Crawling anguish
Unanswered puzzles
An eerie frequency,
Structure of Time strangled.
Invocations from distant planes
Your defiance
Not to anoint dirt on them.
We have crossed half our life.
Choked off springs
Gnawing wounds
Burning embers in my chest
We passed the setting sun
Time running short.
I am in a transition between
Life and death,leaving,
Fragrances kept close to heart
We part for good
Me knuckling under-
Yes,Susan
Leave me at the railway gate
Resume your journey
A few minutes walk
Rail roads will take me to
Noman's land.See, we lived a life
Of rail roads.
Categories:
self deceit, family, me, time,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Gradin foliums....
These Oratorians of self deceit
Dicentras bleeding hearts....Benighted
Trying hard to portray, something else
And then to justify, this begriming....
Through hollowed and piercing words
Projected towards others
These prima facia showings
Of pretentious light....
Often unveiled, amid their antipodal works
Derived from a desire....Beguiled
That fills this emptiness
The amiss, of their own darkened worlds....
Standing behind the provincial podium
Gathering in others, as they themselves...."Unknown"
While selling their blood drenched tickets
To Apollyon's, never ending curse
..............Folie A Deux..............
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The Convention!
Categories:
self deceit, abuse, allusion, analogy, love,
Form:
(Heart sewage)
HARMATOPHILE
If I could I would
Turn off this love faucet
It has begun to back up again.
Flooded the basement
Filled with mud
Devotion, emotion and dust.
All this broken plumbing
A chemical eroding trust
Our constant numbing in procrastination
A cracking foundation
A sump pump drains
The rain is coming
She is my wicked something
A crystalline motivation
Sewage clog inside shame
Stuck in self-deceit
Eighty proof liquid snake
A headline defeat
In a game that is fake.
A name we remain afraid to speak.
Make it better
Ms. Hopelessly piqued
Blame away all broken plumbing
An eternal pain throe
A deviant freak.
Categories:
self deceit, addiction, emotions, for her,
Form:
Romanticism
He used
to seek solace,
in the turbulence
found within
his own
distraught soul.
With
those words,
it brought him
close to
the brim of
yet another low.
In a state
of denial and
self-deceit,
where
peace
could be found.
And where
the lies
glorified truth,
the pain
satisfied
the fears.
But soon
he realized,
that a poet
fails to exist
in
his world.
As his mind
is an utopia,
and his words
conceal
the
hidden tears.
Categories:
self deceit, fear, imagination, life, on
Form:
Free verse
Through chaos flies the wyrm of time
Unyielding wingbeats do not pause
Untroubled by the pantomime
In constance serves no cause
Experience shall take its toll
And mete out pleasure with the pain
The fickle dice will always roll
And fall - but they will roll again
We husband all our self deceit
To ward away the truthful knives
Cutting clean and cutting neat
They slice into our lives
For what we are and what we do
Is decoration in the dark
Preventing truth from showing through
Reality is stark
A slender thread suspends all worlds
At fragile risk from every knife
There is no rhyme, sometimes it fails
The slender thread of life.
The wyrm of time flies silently
We think we hear it ticking by
And yet what we fear constantly
Is but another lie
For we observe, that is our role
We are the eyes, we are the mind
Perhaps we even are the soul
Reality is blind.
Categories:
self deceit, allegory, confusion, fantasy, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme
‘WORLD IN ORDER WE KNEW'
Helpless Humans / Animals - Americans
Useless Illusion ; Self-Deceit?
...
HURTING ALL.
Either admit defeat!
Or stand
before the fall.
Never has our world been
so awfully Stained.
Putting trust into government is,
Completely insane!
Our leaders? Deceptive!, Poison-feeders
We're ranched for cheap labor. SLAUGHTERED
Forced worship, in fraudulent saviors.
(politics = nonsense)
Bureaucratic
********!
Trapped within a legal fence?
ARSON OF
REVOLUTION!
THE FIRE IS NOW LIT!
By J.R. Thornton 11-18-08
Categories:
self deceit, allegory, allusion, america, anger,
Form:
Free verse
A Second Chance
Time and tide the essence of movement and fluidity, rushing headlong in a whirl of past, present and future
Blurring the senses and imagination of events and situations, are they now, then, or to come?
Technicolor dreams when senses are at their highest, vividly remembered upon waking to a supposedly new day!
Perception and rationale spinning in one’s head as you struggle to understand the meaning of this awesome night time experience,
With haunting glimpses of near understanding, meaning or resolve quickly dashed and absorbed into Life’s daily constraints,
Am I alert now?
Man; a complex being, befuddled and insecure, often self centred; and in most instances always judgemental, seems to think he has all the answers
Self deceit is part of his daily diet, along with petty jealousies which bring him no joy or relief
Instead he continually tortures himself about things he cannot change until he reaches the realisation that he himself must change
In order for mankind to make the transition from dark to light; from grief to joy
It is time to release the chains that hold you back!
Are you brave enough?
Categories:
self deceit, life,
Form:
Prose
Between light and shadow
Existence´s walked
Tiresome and obligated symbiosis
Wretched war bewildered heart
Sprung out from depths unknown
Desire to exist craving to be
Thrives in the split engulfed in haze
And with impeccable dare
Steers the gift of life with negligence
Not matter route nor speed
Consequence lays ignored
Self-deceit must endure
Rare moments of unseen defiance
Dragged by currents of obscure clarities
Try in vain to reach the shores
Gasping for life’s significance
Categories:
self deceit, creation, destiny, growth, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
My fight is not about fists and kicks
My fight is about absorbing pain and defeat
My fight is not about climbing the highest peaks
My fight is about self-realization overcoming self-deceit
Categories:
self deceit, identity, imagination, inspiration, inspirational,
Form:
Rhyme
Gradin foliums....
These Oratorians of self deceit
Dicentras bleeding hearts....Benighted
Trying hard to portray, something else
And then to justify, this begriming....
Through hollowed and piercing words
Projected towards others
These prima facia showings
Of pretentious light....
Often unveiled, amid their antipodal works
Derived from a desire....Beguiled
That fills this emptiness
The amiss, of their own darkened worlds....
Standing behind the provincial podium
Gathering in others, as they themselves...."Unknown"
While selling their blood drenched tickets
To apollyons, never ending curse
...........Folie A Deux...........
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The Convention!
Categories:
self deceit, life
Form:
My past
Whirls and twirls
Like a violent storm
Filling my life
With confusing memories
And stories I’ve told
So often
Over and over again
Mixing and merging
So that truth and fantasy
Become one
I have told these tales
So often
That even I am confused
By what is real
And what is not
When I look back
Over my frictionless fiction life
There is no clear line
Of separation
I have become the product
Of my self-deceit
Outside
My window of life
The storm rages
While my only wish
Is to shed this cocoon
And tear away the deception
That I have hidden
From my own eyes
And let you in
So I might shed a tear
And smile once again
And as my past
Whirls and twirls
Like a violent storm
That fills my life
My prayer has
Become a mantra
Of simplicity
As I hear my own voice
Repeat over and over and over again
Please…
Stop the rain
Categories:
self deceit, change, confusion, rain,
Form:
Prose