Disillusionment Poems

Volcabulary of the Dead

i’m cooking these words on the stove,  
hoping they won’t burn—  
but they burst into flames,  
fierce with laser focus,  
only to be choked on  
when spoon-fed,  
and regurgitated  
when swallowed.  

served like fast food—  
empty calories filling the gaps  
meant to comfort,  
to

Flashbulb Moment

Flashbulb moment in the black
Everyone frozen in a truth attack
You learn who justifies means from ends
You learn your enemies and your friends.

You look for an anchor in a bible psalm
But there's chaos in your brain from blast of this bomb
A moment that divides the right from the wrong
A moment not imagined in ancient song.

(chorus)
Flashbulb night,

Lights that glow darkly

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

monotony

she shows her battle scars and all i feel is numbness,
he flaunts his maidens and i overlook the dumbness.
she cries woes of heartbreak and i cannot feel pity,
he weeps waterfalls of failure and i fake some integrity.
she hurts me the most when she berates her busy nature,
he wounds me the deepest when he complains of

Losing the glow

I wander where the afternoons
were so warm and golden
and wonder why 
pleasant woods and beautiful lakes desert me
leaving just trees and water

I wander where the orange sunset 
painted the purple sky
and wonder why
The awe at the light show leaves my heart
I become colorblind to nature's art.

I go inside to where the parlor
was full of happy

wings cut

Wings cut, flesh torn, eyes burned and blind
Heart so weary borne upon a life, some say, unkind.

Time will come and go, knowledge gained or lost; 
Rivers change their flow; summers die in frost 

All that’s proud and full of fury in each person’s story
Sunk beneath the fathoms of depressions veil.

We humans sought to reawaken, but

we are the God that we've been waiting for

In August when the days are hot,
nights are cool, men are shot;
fooling with another's wife
too many men cut with knife.

Walk a street some evening
time is late and no one's there
even moonlight stays away
even stars no longer stare

no one sees what happens then
when night is finally here
darkness is, to good, no friend.
it brings us instant fear

something

Shallow Hours

In Shallow Hours, graves are dug 
By words morose, 

Their hollow powers seem mundane, 
But are much worse.

Being Lonely in a crowded room, 
With empty words 

Muttered by survivors; 

Whose frosty breath in time, 
With second hand, 

Will still ones heart with breach of mind 
From gestures grand; 

So gentle souls as we, 
Will speak

Glass Seams

Unfortunately
Tattered become this chapter of life
This longing meandering of an escapade
This confided infidel of mirrored acts
This threadless oath thrown into air
Ever lost in the confines of the past
Buried away under all the laughter
Gambled and scratched like it's lottery
Betting it all in this losing game
Just to tear through at the glass seams
Just to claw at the

Dis-Illusion

How can you say that your dreams,
Weaved into an atrocious scarf,
Is not the one you fathomed,
But at least keeps you warm?

Why do you feel so lonely,
Never could feel that emotion before,
When dusk falls, streetlights shimmer,
 And music starts to play?

Where do you go to hide,
From glares and unsolicited advices,
That keep hitting you like missiles,
But never

Problem People: Just Shut up Already

Oh my god
Everything you say is stupid
Vacant and unproductive
Vapid
Gridlock lockjaw jawbone bones to pick
Pick and choose and choose your battles
Battling everyone 

Choking on their bitter words
Empathy is so absurd
Round them all up into herds
Round them all up into herds

Explanation is futile
Give an inch and take a mile
They’ll just stay here for a while
They’ll just stay

Catcher in the Rye

The catcher in the rye
I go and drop the ball
I lay it down and cry
I’m sleeping in the stall
Cause everyone is phony
Your company is lonely
Your animals are bony
Your everything is only

I’m underneath the bridge
Below the overpass
I’m locked inside the fridge
I’m sleeping in the grass
Cause everyone is faking
Every excuse for bailing
Your  painted skin is flaking
Success

Ernie won't bite

I walked in Draper Park
Saw a family at a table, heard a dog bark
"Ernie's friendly," said the Mommy, "he won't bite"
A large goofy dog came at me, seemed alright.

Ernie growled, maybe because I smelled of beer
Or maybe because I didn't let him sniff my rear
But in Ernie's genes, a wolf pack in the night
from pet

Disillusionment

on a silent night,
the shadows surge.
seeking the light,
on life's eerie verge.

nothing’s more kinder
to my fading heart,
than the sore reminder
of my pervading art.

in my restless void,
dreams will emerge.
things once enjoyed,
now just an urge.

all paths lead to here,
to these moments of dire.
nothing is real i fear,
so i’ll dance in the fire.

Shadowy

Caught up in the shadowy,
Silhouettes dancing, trembling
Like wings in breathless
Whispers, erasing all the fearless
Memories, blending worry
With confusion, desperation
Despair and sin’s onslaught stirring
Anxiety, stalking the heart like
Burdens and struggles, troubling
Even the light that remains,
Where history portrays the limits
Restricting prayers, praise, portions
Fragments of the heart’s faith,
Hope lifted to the skies who hemorrhage
Like stardust doubts falling, shadowy,
Reflecting the

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