They brag with close minds,
They argue the blinds;
Not only for fun,
But also to shun...
The gut of all facts,
The shy face impacts.
Truth can't dare pull down,
Unless each turns clown...
Pampering lies with jokes,
Noxious joy evokes
Following till it fails,
When reality trails
And invalidate -
Lies, truth liquidate.
To my face you are kindness itself:
cheerful, always upbeat,
but in your anonymous blog
you rip me apart.
You press your thumb and forefinger on each side,
hold, pull and rend,
and rupture my very innards.
You focus on me,
my life, my words, my actions and my body
like you are a Celestron Telescope
searching for every single crater and irregularity.
With an Ultima Barlow lens
and your Leica M9 18MP
You grab each natural image
and then rearrange reality with
your precious, perversely persuasive, periscopic Photoshop technique.
poetic liberty has leased you a license to assassinate,
humiliate,
decimate,
invalidate,
severely lambaste,
and mockingly castrate
everything that I identify as me.
literary freedom allows you to liberally fabricate,
mutilate,
denigrate,
incriminate,
scathingly castigate,
and maliciously urinate
on what others think of me.
To my face you are kind beyond selflessness,
but on your online beat,
your anonymous malevolence
sets you apart
from all the others
that have ever wanted
to write me up,
put me down,
and publish me out.
— Zumwalt (2011) (used by permission from zumpoems.com)
You shut your every door just to peak through your window to watch me try to pry it open,
You stay silent just to make your painful words run through my head,
You give me psychological passive trauma so that you be the first person i'll run to for help,
You buy me posters and tapestries to try to cover the holes in my walls that you've made and still make,
You make me feel like a burden and like i'm doing something wrong because i'm not always your step ladder, there to hold you up for you to be "above" everyone,
You give me mental issues just to invalidate and disregard my feelings and thoughts so no one can dive into all your horrible actions,
you make me suffer everyday with thoughts of s****e because I can't figure out what I did so horribly wrong to you for me to deserve this knot in my stomach I get anyone that I am not in a state of derealization,
You fill my entire being with misery and twist it so it seems like i'm doing something to you so then I won't feel like I should tell anyone because it's all my fault anyways, right?
Outnumbered
Miracle Man
September 16, 2023
No matter which direction we turn our head,
Drugs and lawlessness continues it’s spread.
We vote to legalize things currently banned,
putting the illegal element in direct command.
Some try law changing when it doesn’t fit them,
and most disagreements are reason to condemn.
Social media has evolved into a coward’s tool,
we ruin social standing, and cause bullying at school.
Most morals are gone and we’re filled with hate,
if hurt, to get even, that person we invalidate.
It’s in the numbers of illegals breaching our borders,
the cost is billions as they become resource hoarders.
We’re running out of space so some sleep on he street,
causing much resentment and some will mistreat.
When they come many bring their socialist belief,
wouldn’t sealing the border bring lasting relief?
Your Life Is Your Witness
Written: by Miracle Man
12/16/2021
I’ve heard it said,
“that we’re the only bible some will read”.
So it isn’t simply what we’re saying,
but also consists of our every deed.
For from our shadows, unknown eyes,
oft scrutinize our every move.
Analyzing our lives, sometimes seeking,
to invalidate, cancel, or disprove.
Say what you want in defense, but this is how I feel
You invalidate my feelings to the point that its unreal...
Ive been in bad relationships before too..
But honestly no one is as standoff-ish as you.
Everyday that goes by I feel less and less
Walking on eggshells constantly I just have to guess
Guess what mood you will be in today
Or will you be unhappy over this or that..I just cant say..
You never smile or laugh around me
You know how degrated i feel? Yet you will never see
emotional annulment
can never nullify the
fact that this relationship
existed
the existence of this
relationship can never be
undo from the pages of
the book of life lived
nothing said nothing done
can ever invalidate the
past that we shared
nothing can cause the
memories of us to
vacate the subconscious
mind's memory vault
the memories can not
be reversed within the
mind's eye
nothing can retract
the pasts existence
of you and I
We’ve CANCELLED your job
Immediately
but you have been renewed
to enter a field with a better aim
to CANCEL out your dated brain
to secure you with a daunting task
to invalidate your former mask
of a 9 to 5 mentality
and learn to speak with authority
This is your desk and here’s your job
to remove employees with finality
and CANCEL paid leave temporarily
make this your credo diligently
starting with Mr. Adderley
and when you have reached one seventy
we'll have replenished our money finally
and your job will be CANCELLED
Immediately
May 25,2014
Just in case I just stop writing my poetry check my thoughts because some how some where I had forgotten my pain
My pride
My heart and soul
I’m alone.
Loveless, I should be and feeling even less because my tears stopped. The ademption of my emotions may be lost in what’s left of my heart. I’m begging for someone to understand but… I’ll just sit back and figure it out myself.
My mess
It’s all right…my excuse, as I speak those words through my lips.
I heard it clear.
I sit back and invalidate what’s been told to me several times that I have lost count and visions of things that I thought were positive, really wasn’t.
Let down like the people in my life as I still sit and fight for what I believe in….and I’m waiting…
What could it be, no vivid dreams of mine to be explained only to mislead others. I understand me, that’s all that matters. Even then it’s a mystery to me but this is who I am just someone who needs to be taken away.
I live in a compartment
It’s called an apartment.
Morning after morning
I step into an orifice,
Call it my office.
Who breathes here?
Who can taste lunch?
Suspicion’s the only hunch
Numbers, the chasers here.
Sunset is a distant memory,
I yearn to feel breeze on my face.
But the irreverent hands of the mighty clock,
They invalidate their own despotic laws.
Homes like hives
And restless lives
We are faceless cronies
And space less lovers
That come in breezily
And ebb out eagerly.
We breathe rapaciously
We dream hopelessly
Of times that will last
But O hasty future,
So soon you’re past.
Wait till I wake up
Stay till I feel
Read what I’ve written
And answer my appeal
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