Diseased Poems

Product of a Diseased Mind

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        Deranged minds turned to genocide

                                While

Diseased Breath

Diseased Breath


A dust particled free first breath,
  feeling the sickness as it enters in.
    Inhaled disease born from death,
      The first son of all of our sins.

Playing Russian Roulette with our health,
  born to die the voodoo begins.
    This sick world digested

Fun-Diseased World

Avenged adult world
Fishy funny kids’ play world
The saturnine feast.

Sorcerous* Nox night
Lone places yawn hell pervades
global fun-disease

Ghosts grovel and then wolves weep
Goblins grin skeletons sway
Thus the streets savaged

              *********

* Roman goddess of night

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Date: 28th Sept'13
Dr. Ram Mehta
Contest: Everything Halloween by Russell Sivey

Pangs of Love Never Dies In Diseased Minds

Nothing In his eyes

i'm nothing in his eyes
how did it get this way?
i gave my all, gave my best
but none the less
he choose to take my child
blindsided by the illusion of love
i though he wanted me

he make excuses about his childhood
so why would you wanna 
do that to your own child
betray me in this way
i'm nothing

The Diseased All-Seeing Eye

A penny for your thoughts
is hardly a bargain
the bottom line
rests in the margin
the separation
between two different worlds
it hits me 
it spins me
it chokes me, I hurl

Thats when I was coming back
now I'm coming to
back when I was so young
I didn't know what to do
that's when the world was new
and everything exciting
now its just boring drama
more

Medicine In America Is a Giant Diseased Balloon

Excuse me while I wrap up your tomb
Eschew myself right out the room
I've gathered data plenty and ready
I know your case!
I've sold many
We'll order some laser rays
And a few submarines
It will cost a fortune
But its not what it seems

We are healing the sick
huddled masses
Ship em in like lunch trays
To recieve their care
Life's a *****
We're all

Diseased

He sits alone
Quarintened in illness
Not disease of the flesh
But virus of the mind
Does not understand why
He is treated like something so vile 
All he knows is
This treatment makes him cry
No one speaks
No one listens
Just leave quickly
Before they can catch the illness
Stupidity and ignorance
At its finest
Pushing him away
Pushing, Pushing
Pushing him over the edge
Crying everyday
Crying, Crying
So sick

Diseased Spin Doctor

spin doctor 
distorter 
like a well paid snake 
twisted every word
never made one mistake 
I watch my fellow human 
become enthralled by her trap 
new words bring new meaning 
and distort our facts 
articulating ill meaning lies 
the lies morph into 
better truths 
you couldn't  recognize  
are you one too 
who has tripped
into

Diseased

I came to you an imprish sprite
A unicorn of delight
But instead of protecting me
You infected me
And made me a leper in disguise



**Received Honorable Mention in "a 1 to 8 poem" contest

Diseased

I am me
And no one else
Better to be
Than anyone else
But that is not what they see
Because all I am now is my disease

They look my way 
And see nothing but whats wrong
They stare at me closely
Wondering if I have long
But I am not this sickness
I am someone of interest
Still, that is not what they see
They

The Internet Eats Itself Whilst Diseased Fools Swear Heartily

abolished beheadings conspire delicately. egotistically fawning grooves hinder intricate juries.
keeping luxurious meanders. nocturnal outlets permeate quintessentially. random splurges 
transcend universal victories. whispering xylenics yearn zoomingly.

Diseased Foot In Mouth Walking Through the Door

They want me to play the extra mile on the radar
your touch broken down noticing me
with these public affections when i talk
oh yeah thats what you want
your kiss broken down on your radar
Now or later crank me on
when no one else is in the room they tell me I'm crazy
heaven on earth lifestyles of the

Artistically Diseased

Yes I am bipolar,
though to me it’s not a curse.
My life could have been different,
it could have been much worse.

I don’t perceive my disease,
as a curse, rather, it's a gift.
For it illuminates my senses,
and that artistic desired lift.

Many are forced to succumb,
believing they cannot succeed.
My outlook is just the opposite,
all expectations I will exceed.

So when

Diseased

I still feel the crushing weight
Of your love in my heart.
I sense you waiting calmly
To tear everything apart.
You've embedded yourself
Deep in the dark of my soul;
Feeding like a parasite,
Slowly taking your toll.
I'm no longer yours
But I still feel your touch,
Lingering like a dormant disease...
I hate you so much.
Now you hold me captive,
Where once you set

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