Long Confusionworld Poems
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The darkness
The smolder
The actions
The interests
It all lies down under the dark category
But somehow
Something inside me
Dislikes the night
And prefers the morning
Prefers the light
Prefers the peace
The smoothness
But somehow
A world with peace
Is like a world with no life
I prefer the daylight
Rather than the gloomy outcome of night
I prefer the joy, the everyday actions of the day
And dislike the scary creepy mood of atmosphere
At night
But somehow, I can’t explain it
I live both worlds, and can never give up one of them
Cuz they make each other possible
Cuz I am who I want to be
And I am both with no disguise
Chaotic Revelations
Chaotic revelations
A world in utter confusion
People thinking and speaking their minds
Doubting the leaders they have chosen
Questioning decisions made on their behalf
Not knowing right from wrong
The people exist in a world of uncertainty
The good they learned is no longer good
The bad they feared is now their lives
There are no heroes or villains
Only those who created the hysteria still rule
Those who accept it thrive in their ignorance
The ones who ask “What in the Hell is going on here?”
They survive in relative bliss and contentment
Secure in their knowledge that they are different
They are not lemmings who follow the crowd
They are the ones who can make changes
They are the ones who can change the world
They are the ones who can chant their chaotic revelations
And maybe they will be the ones to save the world
Form:
Standing at a metaphysical crossroad
Not knowing what is real
What is imagined
What never was or will be
Looking in the distance
Stars surround a glowing sun in a darkened sky
A rainbow spirals out of control
Spreading from mountain to river
Touching a hundred points of glass
It dances wildly
Never stopping
Never wanting to be beautiful
Clouds creep along cracks in the dry earth
Never rising, never falling
Surrounding snow covered rocks and life
Dripping veins of the darkest light
Covered a veil of something not yet known
Silvery and liquid
It glows as light hits its flowing surface
Reflecting into waves of misty air
Spreading across the world
Moving on currents of cold
Heated by the fires of the past
Igniting the land before it
Not allowing anything to become too real
Waves of visual distortion
Twisting and bending whatever beauty there is
Not showing what was
Casting illusion of what may be
It must be asked
What is real?
Does the world really look like this?
Is physical reality true?
Does the world exist as remembered?
Does the world exist at all?
Is there a reality?
Is this reality a part of someone’s dream?
Or someone’s nightmare?
The Welcoming World Of Hell
Dark crimson flowers surround pillars of black
Gold emblazoned gates hang loosely on rusted hinges
They open to welcome the newly deceased
They will allow you to enter but never leave
A castle stands in the centers watching
Its windows and doors looking like evil incarnate
It waits to swallow anyone who dares comes too close
No warm welcoming light awaits those sent to this place
The promises made during life are of no matter here
There is no ever-lasting paradise waiting for the faithful
All that awaits is the coldness of death and ever-lasting torment
The silence is ripped by sounds of unbearable anguish
Echoing through rock strewn chasms they fall on nothing
Anyone who would have cared long ago gave up on hope
They sit in despair praying for even a moment of hope
Pain and tortures, fire and smoke is the world of Hell
And it welcomes anyone and everyone
Dreams I call a spiritual path
A world in abundance of truth and reality
When the real I see never to outlast
Is there that world of which I know absently?
Of the world we share if together…
Changes remain inevitable for you and I
Have we known of that to be forever?
When we know less of truth to be true in lies
If I shall see will you see it with me?
Whether the world I know or be it my dreams
For a self to behold can only ever be
Shall a path be presented when nothing is ever as it seems
And of dreams I’m only to know and share
Of a personality misinterpreted by the ways of another
Am only to know and selfless to dare
For changes is to mean nothing is to last forever
A path known and less traveled
Which be my real world… dreams or reality?
A balance perhaps needs be… equaled
For a self to be selfless for myself spiritually
if my enemy thinks the world of me
then my enemy will peel off our hatred
one red red rose petal at a time
that is if my enemy no lonqer breathes my envy
breathes my envy
while i breathe silently
my rose qarden exits only in the dawn of sprinq
if i qrow, or when i qrow
i'll be devoured by the snow
only if my enemy thinks the world of me
suddenly my enemy speaks to me
cold thunderous whispers only i heard
i heard my world say my enemy's name
such hatred is prickly, but i feel no pain
if my enemy thinks the world of me
i wont feel pain, for hatred is the rose
and my rose is
my enemy
conspirer of my dreams
but the thouqhts my enemy had toward me
were all colored beautifully, suddenly, mysteriously
somewhere underneath it all...