Distortion Poems

One of a Kind

Why be concerned with transparency
People are blind, they really can’t see
With distortion and illusion in the word today
And bias and lies in what people say

Just be who you are, one of a kind
The truth will totally blow their mind
They’ll be so confused trying to figure you out
Their miscalculations will still leave them doubt

They’ll still try

Bendie and Twistie

I’m sorry
I know that it’s a little dark
And my words are too sharp
I’m sorry
I know that you’re averse
I know that you’re averse
I’m sorry
I don’t mean to distress
Or get you thinking less
Of me
I just suppose I guess
I’m really not the best
With words
I’m sorry oh it hurts
I’m really just the worst

I know that it’s too much
I’m a

Liquid Sky Distortion

Lost in this Little, big world 
Of nightly sweats 
I see a road sign that diverts 
My attention to swerve 
Away and Wake up 
From the Reality around me ... 
I just need a break  
From it all, for awhile 
My eyes cross as I reach 
For the Blue something or other 
Ahaed of

Distortion

Living in pain every day is hard to concentrate looking at life distorted

the bent bar

In dreams, I’m where the music plays.
I’m listening to the laughter, like it’s in another room.
My drink is dark, bitter and oaky tasting
and the peanuts taste like soap.
There aren’t any napkins.
Others are lines of light and shadow.
I feel an anxiety that I gnaw on,
like a dog works a bone.
My dream’s conflating memories.
Suddenly Lisa’s there, 
she

Archon's Wheel

an invisible ring shining ~ distorting reality beneath

Distortion

They kill for their namesake
Blinded with visions of righteousness
Mirrored with images of self
Sanctifying, with daggers plunging deep
Crowds gather in loyalty
Massed in fear, assembled in hatred
Adherence to dogmas of a farsighted kind
While master deceivers bloom like orchids

Distortion

Silence though not without noise
Peaks of my brain waves
Dancing through the walls
I am one but never alone
Connection without permission
Throughout my home

How to stop this manipulation
The guidance and helping hands
How to free myself from you
When you connect to every strand

Time to be reborn
To start afresh
Escape from this web
And the nets that connect

Will you come with me

Deceiving Distortion

This distortion I reek of 
Is seeping 
Its not under control
Im forced into believing this bed is too big for the small room
That the walls of this small room is a way of containing the things I hold
Maybe if my hands weren’t heavy with the burden of myself id be able to see past this

The Metal

Thud


This thing born of breath and bone,
Seated on its secret throne,
A harbinger of ignition,
Pulling us from our perdition.


Thud


By the dream and the waking,
Anger ripe for the taking;
It reaps the spite from our minds.
By moon and star, flesh it grinds.


Thud


Distortion: its holy blade.
Singing songs of pain and rage
Wrought of mortal blood and steel,
Hefted high with fervent

Truth Hurts

Your love for the truth
Awake and arise with eyes,
Wet in a fleet moment’s worth
Open, to see bewildering skies. 

A loud sigh cry in you to renew
places where the search begins.
With glimpse of tears that drew
the coldest pondering inklings. 

Discerning fear alone in despair  
With bleeding hearts crumbling 
with the torn war atmosphere
That has lost

My Cataracts

My cataracts are common and very aggravating
I’m told everyone over forty has them,
They certainly are on the optic nerve grating
By distorting and causing my vision to dim.

Trying to watch a movie is certainly frustrating
As faces are contorted and scenes become grim
While blinking often my eyes are adjusting
And tears are flowing from my eyes’ outer rim.

written

Distortion

I'm walking down these worn and weary roads
Full of heartbroken souls and hoppin' toads
And I've been told there is a place for us all
Once tyranny falls

The skies are bleak and black
The roads are tarnished and cracked
A forgotten legacy of a time long passed
Which we struggle to look past

The tornadoes tore through the city
Showing not even

Today Is Just Another Day

Let go -  and fly
Every morning Rising Like Displaced ether 
Merging into the miracle of life
Such grandeur I cannot guess 
Why We are blessed this way
To wake not once,, But twice. 
First with life Then, with a truth that hearts 
would perish for. Oh! To be so blessed, 
Who but God, Is worthy such

Distortion

ego an orphan

bent on making a fortune

muffle that chuckle

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