Distorting Poems

looking for the real me

I spend hours a day looking for the real me
contorting and distorting myself, in new directions
feeling pressure from the eyes of my ancestors
my spirit guides cheering me on, to be me, the real me

I slink around furniture, crawl up stairwells, slither into ditches
looking for the real me
my search has brought me close
I find a sliver of myself sometimes in paintings or my poetry

other times I wonder who wrote that stuff
not recognizing the pen or the paints
I refuse to stop; I shall search for me until the day I die.

One Who Likes Honey

one who likes honey
sweetness whispered
   whiff of wetness
portent of shadows
                     sleeping
        off the cold
    tundra
to utter…to utter
                   insane
   barely brave
bravado covers
     the lay
of miles and miles
stickiness roars
 from his lips
don’t be insane
   his name
an apparition
    waiting
      to wake up
your nightmares
  the intent
of silhouette
     moving across
your tent’s face
               chiaroscuro
      drawn onto
your forehead, eyelids,
  cheeks, nose, chin
   distorting the thrill
    you felt at dusk
this polar beast
 might employ
your safety net
as a handkerchief
   then nibble
a late night snack

(hand over mouth)
     “b     e     a     r”

The Media Wedge

They (the Legacy media) persist in their use of deceptive practices with the intent to obfuscate what is true. They conveniently avoid facts, that are known, intending to mislead those who are superficially engaged.

The freedoms granted to the media by our constitution, as intended, was for the  protection of the masses against rogue governments and or political abuses. 

However principled the intentions of our forefathers in granting this freedom of the press, they would most certainly be appalled by the ongoing, intentional distorting of what is true, and what is currently being disseminated to the public by the majority of legacy media.

Today's abundance of available media sources, for those who seek what's true, only adds to the confusion and mistrust of this information. The media's use of their platforms to promote an agenda, or for the purpose of propaganda to benefit a political party or political outcome, is exactly why we are no longer,
(United States)!

I Believe In Tomorrow

We have been given a myriad of reasons not to,
But I believe in tomorrow

Yesterday has lessons of despair and doubts,
But I believe in tomorrow

Some of our todays are unbelievable,
But we must believe in tomorrow

Yesterday and today were good, bad, and ugly,
But I still believe in tomorrow

Revisionists often try to change history,
distorting facts and creating fiction, giving
me more reasons to believe in tomorrow

No account of yesterday nor reality of today
can stop me from believing in tomorrow

Implosion

Implosion of democracy 
Explosion by hypocrisy 
Not what God meant to be
Twisted by man’s hands of deceit 

Whitewashing history
Distorting views
Blatant blasphemy 
Stringing together fools

Ignoring facts 
With liquid laughs
Dismissing science
Utterly madd 

Doing favors 
For the rich
While poor laborers 
Get short stick

Dozen eggs 
Expensive to get 
Daily bread
Tainted chicken and fish

Can’t feed the poor
In USA
Sending it abroad 
More than what stays 

Not that we can’t 
Be a good neighbor 
But home first man
Kids deserve our favor

Burning wick 
of politics
Dividing inciting
Not uniting with 

Guns flood streets
As felons hit bricks
Made guilty free
Despite January 6

I’m no God
I know sin too
I just watch
For Him to move

No nation divided
Can stand tall
Is it decided
Will it fall

And That's All

And Thats All
David J Walker
(12/16/2024)

The young girl disguised 
in mascara aged rage 
report a frayed journey 
kidnapped in time. 

How am I to remember you 
without a calendar of event 
without a program of pictures 
without a caption of laments
and itemized legers of expenditures
and renumerations ?

I know your name 
And that’s all
I know your sins 
because 
I am one of them
And that’s all

The statute of 
Lamentations 
illuminations and
Limitations 
Has long since passed
And that’s all

The young boy speaks from
The distorting mirror
funhouse mirror
carnival mirror
Into broken mirrors
Of broken glass
From times far past 
And that’s all

He was holding 
Your young  hand 
In innocence 
And that’s all

Exhortation

Emotion’s exalt me
Scorching me
tormenting me
understanding distorting
it passes by my misfortune
innocence transforms into trauma
around and around like a carousel
as i go  parallel
so does my armor
talking on a life of its own further
this is my exhortation
awakening
it’s consequences obnoxious parading
degrading
that defining moment 
where i lost faith
so i went astray 
next time i’d excommunicate
that soothes the state
it became subconcious 
its exhortation so to be honest 
subconcious logic. 

unequivocallysyretta

Current price of a Cello by Istesso Netto

Once she was Pauroso now
she's Rinforzando.
Bisbigliando
:brusco, scordato
she must rehearse and study
to be an image of
perfection

Senza Spianato
and
Graevole Tratto
______________________________
It causes me to wish you near
to make promises
to seek the responsibility of
our togetherness
Then until some half witted
meddler to try to pry us apart
One who wishes to Love like me
and expel you from my heart
trodden the browning grass
that autumn then is near
to reassure you of my sincerity
I kiss you as you are near
__________________________________
Pseudonyms

I changed the tone
completely distorting my sound
that he may never mock me again
Yet which he expected a Tenors tone
I bellowed a full bassy ensemble
of rhythmic jives
and quirks
Might he find me then
I shall be a Baritone
to counter act such intrugence
a countertenor perhaps
than he should
strain to be listened to!
__________________________________

Unconscious Bias

Beneath the surface where thoughts often stray,
Lies a bias that colors our view each day.
Invisible threads weave through the mind,
Shaping perceptions we're blind to find.

We see through lenses that age has stained,
Distorting the world with judgments ingrained.
The mirror reflects a skewed truth's face,
A filtered reality, a hidden disgrace.

History’s shadows linger, stark and clear,
Biases persist though we claim to steer.
Masks of fairness cloak the hidden guise,
Concealing the biases that our heart denies.

Turn the gaze inward, seek the inner light,
Where biases drift in the depth of night.
Only by facing what's buried inside,
Can we untangle the truth that’s denied.

Acknowledge the flaws that quietly remain,
And let our minds break free from this silent chain.
For true change begins when we recognize,
The unconscious biases veiled from our eyes.

Within

Trapped inside...
cannot speak...
like a hostage...
vulnerable and weak...

silent screams...
breath so deep...  
pray for release...
in an unconscious sleep...

the depth of pain...
lies dormant and caged...
matter of time...
before fully enraged...

silent whispers...
circling its prey...
carefully rehearsing...
it must have its way..

it feeds on weakness...  
it wants you to break...
a friend in you...
it will attempt to make...

master of deception...  
make no mistake ...
all its attention...  
now focused on you...

somewhat familiar...
like deja vu...
it spins your thoughts... 
distorting your view...

left with the memory...
of a person you once knew...
... Kelcee All

Why People Who Drink Become Violent

In the twilight’s amber glow,
Where secrets of the bottle flow,
Reason dims, and shadows creep,
In liquid courage, demons sleep.

A whisper in the mind’s retreat,
Echoes loud, distorting beat,
Calmness fades in fiery waves,
Memory lingers, sense enslaves.

Impaired by false elation's glee,
Bound in chains we cannot see,
Rage ignites, a spark, a flare,
Inhibitions stripped to bare.

Ghosts of anger, sorrow's past,
Surface in a reckless blast,
Words like daggers, actions wild,
Lost the calm of once a child.

Blame the drink, it’s easy said,
But deeper roots in hearts are bled,
Wounds unhealed, a silent storm,
In the depths, true pain takes form.

So when spirits fuel the flame,
Look within, address the shame,
For the violence, the fight begun,
Is but the war of lost and won.

Zen mode

intermediate awakenings
offer heart delight
which is good
but then
ego hijacks
the understanding 
affirming interpretations 
viewed through mind
thereby distorting
the clear truth
and this is the trap
our presence falls into
so it is back to staid stillness 
where by so becoming 
we shine as the light
of pure awareness 
which we are

Paint By Numbers

Attempted paint by numbers, but it cheats with letters
that mix in unexplainable hues, distorting, desecrating -
I’m complaining. Not at all lavender in the sky, but peach.
It bobs at eye-level. I try to slather it
with a more acceptable color, then swim underwater.
That color, likewise betrays, lies, cannot sway
me to keep this set of paints nor its decrepit cardboard.
So I have no idea how to paint with instructions - it ain’t 
but a distraction, a muse gone wrong - brush doesn’t belong
in my hand. Perhaps I will pull yarn through a loom
and let a flower or such bloom; or poesy a catastrophe…

Misty View

Sometimes it gets too steamy
Reality insists
On distorting our perception
As this heartbeat still persists

Sometimes it gets too frosty
When the winter comes to call
We scrape to see the road ahead
A strange fear that we'll fall

Sometimes though, there's a new mist
Corrupting twenty twenty
A sadness from a place within
An absence and an empty

Yet crystal clear is memory
Hopeful brightness never lost
As misty doesn't linger
Whether tears, or steam or frost

Smoke and Mirrors

smoke 
                  aflame, infused
        clouding, signaling, inhaling
fume, billow, reflections, reminiscent 
     distorting, imaging, magnifying 
                   focal, reflected 
                           mirrors

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