Long Deformity Poems
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I am saddened, I am grieved
That you’ve become so sick, so diseased
Turning from God, the Light, unsaved
Criminal heart, morally depraved.
Be gone, out of my sight, away,
“I recognize you not”, I say
Oh what sadness, Oh what grief
What emptiness, a tortured thief
Made to kill by monstruous evil
Unaware accomplice of the devil?
I am saddened, I am grieved
To see your soul in Hell unrelieved.
What a pity, poverty of soul
Unknowingly malignant, wickedly unfit?
Tricks of mind, distorted reason
To gain advantage for your infantile delusion.
Masked as simple, meek and mild
Below a raging mad mind, a bad child.
I have nothing more to say or do
Flee from me, I want nothing more of you.
You are not of me, we cannot meet
Our paths are moving along a different street
The schedules we have, our plans, our guide
Are all of a different kind, of a different size.
Our hearts are beating beats of a different beat
Farewell my empty crafty entwining creature.
I see deformity in your every singular feature
The only hope for you is a divine miracle,
But that requires an open heart humble, plain and simple.
That requires God and Christ
Which you refused, I attempted twice.
So finally, I say, be gone from me
You are repelled, refused, incurable malignancy.
Necessity is the mother of invention
Leave us to our creativeness
Cos our necessity
Is our drive
We he nothing to lose
Yes nothingness means
Something
Were necessity is obvious
So leave us to our creativeness
Cos is obvious you can save
Us from our foolishness
Our deformity
Was from your failures
And now your lack of
Leadership is obvious
To the world
So leave us to our creativeness
Let our time be the beginning
Of a chance of our old
Era
Our necessity is obvious
To the world
So leave us alone
We are pregnant for an invention
From the womb of the necessity
Your impregnated through your
Failed leadership
Apology to the truth
On behave of the world
I here by apologized
On behave of every human
To the truth
We are so sorry
We were blind to you
Gift to the world
We were far from you
Cos your opposite
Was our choice
We prefer it colours
And made it so great
In our world
So sad we never realise
Your great benefit
The few that did
Are called crazy
In a dying world
Apology to the truth
On behave of the world
Am saying sorry to the truth
Cos we abuse her nature
We have cased here far
From our presence
No wonder our lips are full
Of deceit
We are so terrible to life
And the only source
Of our redemption
We throw it far from
Our homes
Apology to the truth
On behave of the new generation
I pure my heart to their life growth
Especially spiritually
Please don't be blind
To this present era
Life ahead of our time
Teach us but leave our deformity
We are running with out
No curse
Chasing after the wind
When life is sure
And the only sure source
Is only but the truth
Yet in our era
It is a crime
So on behave of all
Mankind I tender an
Apology to the truth
I at times in moment of quiet reflection consider it unfortunate the scars so deeply carved across my heart and soul which take on no outward appearance, for though wounded there is no evidence to the world of these pains which have been suffered. Pains of loss, born through the awakening from flowered dreams of innocence and lies of eternal bliss.
The question drifts through my searching mind as lone cloud in an otherwise empty sky:
“Is it best this scar be concealed under the vail of summer cap or perhaps winter cloak ....?”
Though the damage real and infirmity limiting there is no outward sign to others this suffering which is mine. No walk of altered gait, no deformity, no call of recognition which might bring moment of understanding and therefore mercy from those who would see it in their passing.
But the scars of a broken heart do not call out making themselves apparent..... and the world takes no heed of that which cannot be seen through blind eyes.
Just getting started
Who left the lion free cos
God took away my sorrows
Now I bounce back
The love is obvious
The feeling is clear
My heart is open
Forward ever
My soul is willing
Their is no holiday for a poet
Everyday is an inspiration
The energy never mute
Either do my frequency die
One thing eternal is life
This is not a lie
So be alive yes live
This has always Been my message
I curse no soul except that against
Humanity
That against my right to exist and
Cohabitate as a proper human
The world is ment for all
Not for a few
So cast me not away so quickly
Cos no deformity can challenge nature
And this is the greatest remedy to
Our dear Mother Earth
I will keep wailing
I will never stop writing till
I rest my case.
Loosing the will to live,
It’s all vicarious anyway,
There must be more to life,
Than the pretence of everyday.
Turns out you got a raw deal,
That was not there yesterday,
Bad luck meant it wasn’t to be,
Nascent beauty was taken away,
Your resulting life is one big lie,
The truth won’t help it go way,
You have to see it through for now,
Vicarious in nature, one must stay.
So why the hell are you hiding,
Thats what others want to say,
Initially got dealt a good hand,
But now must cheat to play?
If the mark of Cain comes upon you,
Remains indelibly on display,
All will recognize the humiliation,
Of deformity you carry today.
When anxious look more hideous,
Idiots laugh, at a grotesque array,
Not wanting to get mocked or pilloried,
Vicarious life, that’s the price we pay.
I lifted you into my heart
But one arm was missing
As single wing and one handed
I carried you inside
All the while, you pointing at
My lost absent limb…
You told me you’d love me
If I could find that one misplaced part
The part that would then
Make me whole
I looked into tomorrow
And searched through the past
But my arm had reached out
For something beyond my ability to see
I could still feel the numbing sensation
Of pain
Where the arm had previously
Been attached
The vibration of loss
Now prosthetic for all that was severed
You pitied my deformity as I hid
My eyes
As best I could with only one hand
Telling me the fault was mine
For always reaching beyond what I
Could know or see…
And with your final stroke of malice
You left me further disabled
Climbing back outside a wish I knew
Was never to be mine…
When you left you found the old world
Different than the one you thought you knew
A desert of frozen stone with a black sky now
Surrounded the stillness of your abandoned love…
As you hesitated to turn around and
Reenter my world
The one that just a moment ago you had
Admonished and left for good
A lone arm reached out and closed the door
Behind you
Leaving you abandoned in a sea of loneliness
And despair
—to love no more
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016)
Dedicated To Lisa Wynn in the next AOP.
s not a movie is reality
Life looks so horror
This days our realities
Bitters
It outcome bleed tears
It not on our favour
The people keep feeling
The heat of deformity
It no longer a joke
What you see nowadays
Is our shameful reality
Is not a movie
Is not a movie is reality
Sitting at home
In front of the screen
You can watch the evils
Befalling the world
Right now in our era
We progress from war
To war
Troubles to troubles
Crys to Cry's
We never grow better
And now we fear to watch
The screen
Cos what you see in the
Media is no joke
That is our obvious reality
Is not a movie is reality
Is not a movie
Check out the real situation
In the world
Then you see why I must
Write my poems
From the soul
The world need no
Fantasies
We are old enough to
Live in harmony
We are not meant to
Be a horror full generation
Is sad the events befalling
In the world
We are to be blamed
Dear Mommy and Daddy, where did you go?
Why didn’t you take me home after I was born?
Was it because the doctor said that I’d be slow?
Or was it because you saw that I was deformed?
I was so excited that the day had finally come
To see you both in person and in the flesh.
But, now I lay here feeling heartbroke and lonesome.
After nine months of waiting, I can’t believe you left.
You waited for less than a year for me to arrive.
I waited in the dark for my entire life.
From the day that I was conceived, I felt so alive.
But, discarding me cut my heart like a knife.
I graduated top of my class and got my degree.
I have a loving family and a wonderful life.
I have not been hindered once by my deformity,
And I own my own business with my loving wife.
So, you see, Mommy and Daddy, I turned out alright.
This whole story is what my life ahead can be.
Here I come, into the unknown world of light.
Please, Mommy and Daddy, don’t ever give up on me.
Have you ever seen the satanic snake?
A fierce cheetah hunting with no mistake
A bloodthirsty wolf in the black sheep's clothes
How would it be if you find all in close?
Richard the third, the most villainous Duke
Known as a treacherous and selfish kook
Holds the status of the Duke of Gloucester
A saboteur, schemes as an imposter
Possess an ugly build with a hunchback
Hides his flaws as a professional flack
Feels menial for his deformity
Handles things with extreme enormity
A power monger and it's very clear
Cares not even to kill his near and dear
Strategically waits for chance and grabs
With his honeyed words, he always backstabs
By hook or by crook, wants to seize the throne
Cheats Lady Anne with his convincing tone
Spreads rumours to showcase the heirs unfit
Executes those who thwart with his outwit
When the battle at Bosworth in full swing
Stanley takes a U-turn and quits the ring
Unhorsed Richard cries out losing the source
'A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse"
A ruthless tyrant with no repentance
For him, there isn't any moral sentence
The Bard's 'wicked uncle' gets the title role
Invites the crowds' interest on the whole