If you hate me, say it to my face
Don't lie or hide in a secret place
I'd rather hear the truth, no matter the pain
Than be surrounded by deceit and shame
Bullies and liars, they tear me apart
I'd rather cry alone, with a broken heart
Than be with those who use and harass me
And bring only darkness and misery
Honesty and respect, my soul's desire
No false pretenses, let our bond be fire
Don't masquerade as friends, with deceitful glee
My well-being is worth more than any lie
I'd rather stand alone, with tears in my eyes.
Than be surrounded, by deceitful lies.
What ruse is so effective
that someone blatantly perverse
can succeed all so easily
to convince one after the other
to give it all up
to trade in their integrity
to renege on their values
to turn their back on any moral compass
to literally sell their soul to the devil
And… have the gall to walk among us
still with their head held high ?
Seems like we’ve entered an alternate reality
beyond the stretch of imagination
where nightmares are the new norm.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
in consumed passion
my heart longs for your true love
that flies wingless flight
yet your smiles cut through my dreams
sprouting love in fertile loam
as I so desired
so your love appears to me—
I, who beg for love
while it flows as in a stream
that has a source but no end
you want to deceive
with the love you only feign
appearing so true—
yet I mind not your fakeness
for it’s still better than lust
In a world full of snakes
How do you tell which is poisonous
Each identical
Yet some harmful
In a world full of political parties
How do we know which one is all inclusive
Different paths
But the same ending?
In a world full of smiles
How do you differentiate between lie and truth
When promises are empty
And lies become identity
In a world of corrupt politicians
How do you decide which one is genuine
Are they playing nice for their campaign?
It's hard to trust when they've no shame
In a world that favours white
How do we expect change
When history is the same
When past and present live in the same age
In a world that fights for power
How do we become equal
When the world is against black people
When life is a climb to superiority
In a world that lives in delusion
How do we escape ego
When they are blinded by privilege
When they lead without reason
This life is a fierce battlefield,
Little did I know before my birth,
My weapons should have been better honed,
So no earthly force could conquer me.
Friends I made while I was nobody,
Turned to foes when I sought to be somebody,
Those I loved with all my heart and soul
Blew pepper in my eyes when vision blurred.
Deceit comes robed in sheep's clothing,
But in its mouth lie poisonous fangs,
Mental torture is their specialty –
They wield it without a flicker of remorse.
When I wept from the pains they inflicted,
They dried my tears with clean handkerchiefs,
Their smiles conceal their bitter hearts,
Veiled in peace, their souls steeped in a vile bile.
Why were some people made just to hate?
They rejoice when they see their friends cry,
They are logs happier as stumbling blocks.
Than as bridges across a stormy river.
Had I come with my own weapons,
Their jugular would have been severed
To drain their wickedness till dry,
To purge their hearts of bitterness till empty,
And plant in their minds true love to grow.
Deceit is a silent killer
Yet so many wear it well
They master the art of pretending
And call the mask a shield.
Like her
She crowned me with tender lies
Draped in robes of sweet illusion
And I, the fool, saw no disguise.
I was blind
To the poison in her touch
Too drunk on the way she smiled
Too far gone to feel the clutch.
I mistook the trap for tenderness
The dagger for a kiss
Wrapped in warmth that withered me
And still, I called it bliss.
Little did I know
I was held by hands that planned my fall
In the arms of lovely hate
Until I lost it all.
I have been deceived all this while,
By all the angels cloaked in a dear disguise.
'Follow the way of light, my child, ' they all cooed,
For they knew too well I was never shrewd.
Off I went, probing for those lights,
Something to put an end to my wakeful nights.
But manipulation, oh my dear,
Sounds sweeter when it is feared.
I never found those lights, I never did indeed,
In the cruel footpaths of naivety and those angels' deeds.
All I ever found was a world so shadowy,
Lit up with lights that glow darkly.
Planting a seed of deceit to escape the blame,
Even the blind could see the trick in that dance.
Tangled deep in the web of truth-coloured falsehoods,
Dodgy as a broken glass that reflects beauty.
Only the trueness of its heart sees clear the truth~
Giving its forked tongue some time to rue its regret.
Care nor love enough to make a pet dog a pet.
Attention to fakeness won't turn it to truth.
Nothing but pure honesty makes truth a belief~
That deceit has only a few nights of good rest,
Before the truth shatters it into smithereens,
Ensuring lies don’t last beyond dawn’s first crow.
Only truth-coated innuendoes could fool so much,
Unless the ears that hear are clogged with thick wax~
Rolling out deceit as though not meant to deceive;
Pretending it wasn’t intended to sound absurd,
Ensuring that its belief was clouded by lies,
That made a lifeless toy believe it was a pet.
Speak your melodies
and I'll dream of harmonies
that will someday be befitting of your artistry
Similarly
Voice your euphony
and I'll dream of poetry
that will someday be worthy
of your flattery,
and lure you into rhapsody -
pure ecstasy with each word
that breathes between the pages
from beneath those eyes
that never cease to critique,
and a breath that reeks of deceit
and deserted dreams that I still cling to
Old song plays again,
Promises like broken chords,
Trust is out of tune.
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If you hate me, say it to my face
Don't lie or hide in a secret place
I'd rather hear the truth, no matter the pain
Than be surrounded by deceit and shame
Bullies and liars, they tear me apart
I'd rather cry alone, with a broken heart
Than be with those who use and harass me
And bring only darkness and misery
Honesty and respect, my soul's desire
No false pretenses, let our bond be fire
Don't masquerade as friends, with deceitful glee
My well-being is worth more than any lie
I'd rather stand alone, with tears in my eyes.
Than be surrounded, by deceitful lies.
You left 1884 behind,
1961 came you misused it
1972, you were doomed
1990, it seemed like joy but no
2016 your people smiled in their death
see the homeless, fatherless,
widows now bury their husbands,
heads rolling in roads that are gutters
People roasted like fish
yet it never mattered to you,
only drinks and women did
See the troubles your children face,
many bellies are swollen,
yet these bellies can't talk,
they fear execution
When shall you correct these
bad legacies?
The desert has visited the grass field
And the hungry mourners are fleeing
Into the hands of death.
Galvanizing, never scrutinized; each moment falsely tabulated;
Slanted, polarized polls, punishing spiteful pundits
Spouting, spinning lies in frantic unison squawking
Ridiculous versions of fear mongering tales,
Meant to frighten, meant to hurt,
Meant to clutch and pulverize power.
It takes only a calm, rational thinking moment
To see through the maze of their foggy logic.
Nothing they say is fact checked or based in truth.
Spinning frantic webs to catch the unwary
To call forth violence with rage filled rants,
They push disturbing diatribes, provoking mayhem..
Drumming up revolt among the weak-minded minions ,
They still cannot cloak their hurtful and murderous intent.
President Trump has called them out, laughing in their faces.
Finally unmasked and stripped of disguises
There is nowhere to run, no more hiding places.
We see you. We stare at the darkness behind your malicious eyes.
Your fake news fiction will never again deceive us with your lies.
From golden rays the clouds are spun,
But without warmth, the winter sun.
Signing the sky with solemn swear,
Casting its light to he who stares.
Only sight can tell the sun is frozen,
When light's love starts cursing the chosen.
But a Fool doesn't see with open eyes,
Only the break of dusk will turn him wise.
After fire is lost and falls to rest,
The moon and the stars will rise expressed.
Suddenly The Fool can hear it's whispers,
Blindly still, he wanders with blisters.
Not all things new are made from passion,
At times the stars are all he'll fashion.
Beyond the veil of coal and sky,
That's where the sightless Fool will fly.
She's a ****, she's not loyal.
I told her; you're only good for sex,
Not good to keep.
Don't let your beauty, leave you in deceit
You ain't getting younger, but older.
I ask her about
Her body counts.
She said,
Just thirty plus.
Thirty plus, still not taken?
You gotta change your mentality,
Or remain a sex tool or sex partner forever.
She's always seeking pleasures
From different guys.
Enjoy your life, when you're young
Her watchword
I asked her.
How long?
Will this continue!
She always have excuse,
The perfect answer she knows best.
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