Turn
around
walk away,
don’t play with me.
Sharp throws can rebound,
watch the tone that you take.
The outcome of your next move?
I’ve already blocked a clear view.
Crackerjack with their brio at stake,
you’re dressed in deluded dissertation.
Upon their thrones of smoke they sit,
With crowns of rust and tongues of wit,
They bless the poor, they damn the wise,
And trade the truth for gilded lies.
The lords of law, the kings of sin,
Build walls without, and walls within,
They preach of grace through twisted scrolls,
And weigh the worth of broken souls.
They wear the robes of faith and fame,
But power burns beneath the name;
A thousand bowed, a million bled—
While silence crowns the nameless dead.
Oh, what a play! What grand charade!
Where virtue’s sold and vice is made,
The people cheer, the puppets dance—
All drunk on gold and circumstance.
And when the thrones at last decay,
The ash will whisper what they say:
"No god nor crown was ever true—
The delusion lived in me and you."
Deluded wants?, by Daisy kabiu
Was it stupid to want something you never had?
Something that can't be touched.
Possessing it was impossible.
Finding it in all its glory
Raw, unfiltered, and all-consuming, impossible.
Something that can only be given.
Sweet and soft.
Shared, but not owned.
You crave it, thirst for it.
But
Do you really want it?
You see what it does to people, blind, corrupt, and drain their souls.
But you tell yourself, those people don't know how to nurture it.
They are weak.
But aren't you the weak one?
Scared to have something that is right in front of you.
Deluding yourself that you have never found it.
Yet it's all around you.
You're not stupid for wanting it.
You're the coward for not taking it.
It's right in front of you.
Accept it.
Creating deluded verses I, the sun
paciently wait for my sovereign moon
feeling hurt, we forgive
healing heart, that we live
noble act of doership
tact of one-upmanship
if all one, who remains
save bliss squall, free of chains
each behaves, as ordained
thus knaves too, are unstained
18-August-2021
Lost in a desperate mind world
Seeking a sense of community
and a need to belong
through an innate desire to be whole again.
But confused…
The path nebulous.
And through indoctrination
either directly or unintentionally
or perhaps inadvertently
harboring a vision that individuality is the answer
through a desire to see and “find oneself”
but left with only a false mirrored reflection
of who one really is.
And one says, “It is my right!”
hoping that it becomes “their destiny”
but really is only “deluded identity”.
And this desire
gives life to the belief
that one will find and understand oneself
by way of separating from that “other”.
The result…
illness within
then spreading to community
for the connectivity link now broken.
And without humility…
there is little compassion.
And without compassion…
there is a lack of understanding.
And without understanding…
one becomes lost
in ones own separate ways…
severed from the natural world of community…
exhibiting the dark side of humanity.
I have tons of dreams amid the night's agony.
My optimism was tainted by despair.
Is there a cure to reignite passion?
Even anxiety found me sad.
The walls of the soul were silent.
The definition of wanting was inhibited.
And now I find myself at the ending of the hallway.
I am vigorously and repeatedly supervised.
Have faith in healing, waiting for relief.
We are puzzled by social visions.
The sharp focus is like a cloud.
The light on the Dark Ages.
Appears and vanishes.
Meaningless.
Stress.
Concluded We Were Deluded
Could be that we have concluded,
Trump did become badly deluded,
And we suggested,
Should be arrested,
Constant liar is what we colluded.
Jim Horn
Deluded by life over all.
Scratch and climbing at a wall.
Tomorrow, is thought to bring hope again.
Succumb, as today it seems never to end.
Trust shattered, left desolate, withdrawn again.
Death beckons like an old friend.
Opportunities Deluded with Interruptions
Interruption corruption can happen in an email
And another poem Horn has sent without fail
When others already you were trying to read
Here comes Horn poem planting a new seed.
Life of Priest proved to be difficult and hard
Many things trying to keeping you off guard
Church after ten years needs to be painted
And Horn as a poet, he wants to be sainted.
Last night new family had not seen before
Coming in as they entered our front door
And without trying to create a commotion
Gave him copy of Lenten Love and Devotion.
There is still something left for me to do
Read Isaiah Fifty Eight until I am through
Father Dave's message is cloudy and gray
Will help me understand what he had to say.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
To all who suffer from Delusions of Importance
I have strict diet – no moderation with Humble Pies;
Breakfasts, Lunches, Dinners; meanwhile
Don’t forget Snacks in between and multiple Desserts.
Thee Cured at the end; Disabused of Grandeur.
deluded hope
torn and twisted and mangled
deluded hope
shredded and sliced and mashed
deluded hope
strewn beneath dimming skies
deluded hope
yet hope persists
hope thrives
hope reawakens
sweltering lives
may hope persist
may hope thrive
may hope awaken
my
knowing that
i am still
alive
Many people walk around quite happily deluded.
We all have misconceptions of our flaws, myself included.
I see some people strutting by, unflatteringly dressed,
But they would disagree with what my eyes have just assessed.
We watch the TV talent shows for those who sing or dance,
And realize many are so bad they don’t deserve a chance.
Yet there they are, quite clueless, belting out an off-key tune
And when criticism comes, they look like they’re about to swoon.
Our self-protective instincts often keep us in the dark;
We sail through life by nurturing that tiny, hidden spark.
It’s easier, by far, to keep one’s faith in an illusion,
Allowing us to promenade, ensconced in our delusion.
Send to you a deluded music tune.
Put your soul flying to that.
Tonight's sky with a little unstable shower.
Missed much the very far voice.
There're very cold and freezed.
Sweet music tune instead of night rain.
Raindrums're silent falling soft.
Light breeze shakes just by time.
Dandle you to have a good sleep in full.
Sleep,a best sweet one,
in my breath,there's small lover.
Tomorrow,dawn does not yet walk up.
Only time,please relisten.
This echo resound forever.
Sun radiation'll break off a fog curtain,
will you still always miss night's deluded music tune????
Hien Q.Le
Weed in a bed of roses
You don't belong
But you persisted just the same
Petals fading
Taking advantage of her insecurity
Preying on her weaknessess
You acquire your desire
No appreciation
Of the delicate layers that represent her
You celebrate your acquistion
And abandon her in the Garden
Withering after your brutal beating
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