Long Hypocrisy Poems
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I hate my life but I hate it even more when I see others hate theirs too
I'm suicidal but it kills me when I see other ppl die because of what they have been through
I like being angry but I can’t stand when someone gets mad too
You don’t know why I am mad and to judge me you should have proof
There’s no evidence of this image that we represent
We’re put through hell and expected to be heaven-sent
Everything were taught to believe
Only the opposite we see
Is it wrong if we try to be free
By giving in and forgetting the goal were supposed to achieve?
Should I pick my wants over my needs?
Even though
I know
It’s about the long run and how far we can go
Then we'll have plenty of time to do as we please
But what do i do about this anger and confusion
It’s given me an afflictive rush like a drug you'd be using
So I don’t know which side I'll be choosing
And it sucks because I'm so sucked up
Either way I won’t know when, where and what I’ll be losing
But one thing I'll remember for sure is what I started
I'll never forget the end, of my beginning and how it all departed
I’ll remember the burden on my back that was so big i knelt
I won’t forget the pain my knees felt
Would there be more pain with my strain if I fell?
Or would it hurt to ascend from the end and once again
Trust myself?
But innocence is fleeting in a world that feeds on pain,
And Lysander’s golden network was a fragile, human chain.
He built a bridge across the void for desperate minds to meet,
But forgot to wash the poison from the travelers' weary feet.
By the second year of weaving, all the currents turned to lead,
As all the old cruelties of the living and the dead
Came flooding through the cellular gates, a dark and violent slime,
The malice and the envy of a long-forgotten time.
The thread was far too delicate, the static far too loud,
The human ego would not bend, too arrogant and proud.
It did not heal them instantly; it made them all akin
To every dark and hidden sin that festered deep within.
Lysander sat paralyzed, a prisoner of his throne,
His crooked body shaking with a horror not his own.
He felt the phantom agony of ancient, iron wars,
The bitter fruit of minds that only dreamed of making scars.
He saw the floodgates he had opened, saw the dangerous sea,
And knew that he was drowning in their shared hypocrisy.
Yet as his long hands trembled with the planet's collective ache,
He refused to cut the living cord, he refused to let it break.
He knew that if he severed it, the dark would win the fight,
And damn Vaeloria to an eternal, separate night.
He held the connection open, through the madness and the grime—
The human fuse that burned toward the dawn of Fifty-Five.
I dine on your ashes
I choke on your hypocrisy
I sit n tolerate
This mockery
This travesty of me
I feel my skin crawl with…
The worms of this…
My disease
I know how you feel
You brought me to my knees
With your lies and deceit, I cry
Why are you my bane
My apathy and distance
I want to see you gone
Far, far from me and my needs
They are dark, deep, and secret
A discretion I may only keep
I choke on your burnt flesh
Ashes dry, blow in my inner mind's eye
As a false witness to your soul
In this infernal halo of none
I dance the dance macabre with you in spin
I cut my thoughts on your horrid vestige
Touching your velvet-gloved, delicate porcelain skin
I dine on your ashes
I choke on your hypocrisy & I sit
In this room, an echo of me
Feeling this travesty of my misery
I feel my skin crawl with the worms
Of this decease
I know how you feel you
I know you will not leave, not as you came
I feel the worms calling my name
I rise from my knees and stare into the White
I dismiss all your lies n despair
I go to what may come
I slice my new flesh
To liberate my heart
From shadows full of sins
Streaking lights from afar?
I die in your ashes
I choke on your burnt offerings
I fly from this Art
I stare into the abyss,
Full of The White
I fall into bliss…
Dining on your ashes
July 15 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Proverbs 7-9
Key Verse – Proverbs 8:13 The fear of the Lord is to hate evil: pride, and arrogancy, and the evil way, and the froward mouth, do I hate.
FAITH IN GOD WHO INSTILLS THAT HE HATES EVIL
God instills in us that He hates evil … for us to abide in His love’s fullness
As we surrender to Him midst yielded submissiveness
To attend to His Word, declining from worldliness
By faith, listening to Him with attentiveness.
God instills in us that He hates evil … for us to keep His commandment
As we stay in His settlement with earnest commitment
To overcome trials along His granted discernment
By faith, overcoming impudent enticement.
God instills in us that He hates evil … for us to seek His truth’s glow
As we stand upon His Scriptures against pain and woe
To thank Him for blessings’ flow
By faith, conquering carnality’s show.
God instills in us that He hates evil … for us to rely on His counsel
As we stick on His wisdom along His eternal epistle
To lay treasures toward heavenly castle
By faith, smiting prayerlessness that brings hassle.
God instills in us that He hates evil … for us to depend on His strengthening
As we share the Gospel of salvation during soul-winning
To rejoice in Him while along His set track, running
By faith, following Him, His favour gaining.
God instills in us that He hates evil … for us to exalt His holiness’ authority
As we serve by His help in our stewardship-sincerity
To please Him, agreeing to His sovereignty
By faith, doing our very best with His empowered ability.
God instills in us that He hates evil … for us to avoid telling lies
As we shun hypocrisy that foolishly tries
To testify about Him while deceit we despise
By faith, ministering with all our heart with genuine sacrifice.
July 15, 2025
History
Will tell
His story
He gives hell
To everyone
And to the world
As he lies and lied, he swirled
Like the leaves of autumn.
Everyone has a story
History will not absolve this one
Who is guilty
Of so much: racism,
Sexism, nepotism
Hypocrisy and weapon
Of mass destruction
No reason
To abuse power and position
Since both are ephemeral
This short-lived role
Will pass like any other season
Only God is eternal
All wars are illegal
In accordance with the Scriptures
Said the High Priest along with the vicars.
History
Will tell
His story
Ring the huge bell
Of the Cathedral
Only God is eternal
This is only a short summary
Of his biography
And not his one-page eulogy
For insulting and hurting Humanity.
Copyright © April 2026 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
The lies will burn with every piece of truth
Fueling a fire that is spreading fast by the day
People ignore all that happened years ago
They only listen now, to what the media has to say
Hypocrisy will bring them down, where it is posed
As blatant as it is already, it will only grow
There is only backlash from those who can be exposed
The facts will tell you, all you really need to know
The sad part is, the damage to relation in our lives
But, division was ignited before in the fire that was made
Negativity spreads with flames, where the hatred thrives
There is no-where left to hide from the heat, but the shade
Heidi Sands
10/6/19
Time is ticking, where do you stand
Oblivious to who really controls your land
Working class… working fast
While working many perform crafty tasks
Promises for peace, truth and understanding
The undertone requires sacrifice and branding
What will you do on that day?
The bible says many will go astray
What will you think when there’s no order?
And you find out they regulate all your borders
Greed consumes the majority
It’s as if you’re already in their sorority
Fallen into the webs and traps
Inside media, hip hop and rap
So many sink into the lies
Of hypocrisy and compromise
Judgment comes within the church first
Many of Gods people seem to live the worst
You can manipulate people and alternative places
But I pity the day the lord rebukes all those faces
Repent while you can, turn from sinful desires
To save yourselves from the eternal fires
Seek Godly counsel, surrender your will
So your life’s purpose can actually be fulfilled.
By: Sabina Nicole
Under the veil of night, when the stars sing their silence, a wave of fire flows like living water,
enveloping the gathered crowd, called by priests to receive the Holy Light,
and the hymn of the Resurrection rises, flooding the streets and souls, an echo of eternity,
"Christ is risen from the dead, trampling death by death, and to those in the tombs bestowing life!"
with bells ringing, the wooden clapper resounding, each sound a thrill of heaven opening.
The children, witnesses of innocence, bearers of the unspoken truth,
with pure hearts, testifying without hesitation, "Truly He is Risen!"
without asking how or why, for they feel the light where we have lost it,
see how their eyes shine, they know that Christ is alive,
perhaps because they have not yet been touched by the doubt of the grown-up world,
where hypocrisy and fear intertwine in a dance of shadow and silence.
And yet, the entire breath of those gathered moves on the thin thread of hope,
for even if we doubt, seeking proofs, our souls still testify,
"Truly He is Risen!" the words are cornerstones of faith,
for the joy of the resurrection is felt by the children, simple and pure,
while we, the adults, seek to understand what cannot be explained,
for joy, peace, and mystery cannot be undone by words,
no matter how skilled in speech one may be, the Word builds future generations.
The children feel the truth that enlightens the darkness and cannot be encompassed by it,
and that is why they testify with open hearts, the truth that shattered the gates of hell,
coming to take the Light, to carry it further through the stir of eternity,
for "In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God,"
and the Light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.
Christ is Risen!
If a group of religiously fanatical Muslims blow up a building, sadly
many then think that all Muslims are all terrorists too.
I've only one question to ask of them with that backward way of thinking,
"What in the bloody hell is wrong with all of you!?"
By that standard I guess that all Christians most certainly are all terrorists too,
since some have been known to take innocent lives, blowing up an abortion clinic or two.
Those who do evil deeds in the name of God are just that. They're evil. Evil is all that they do,
or most probably severely, fanatical, ignorant, irrational, emotionally and mentally disturbed
fanatical zealots who think that they'll get into heaven by blasphemy of GOD's Word.
So judge wisely who is terrorist
or one day soon you may find this very thing happening to you.
You may find yourself being a victim of a hate crime because this time
The Suspected Terrorist Was YOU.
she pips in fear for lateness like her peers,
hauteur cloaked with reticence,
her-boo-boo-vague, though walled around and palpable
official Narcissist disguised in rude affronts
Bravado of naughtiness in candor yet tacit
“Free me free me”, rants in melancholy
as ignorance upsets sorts of sort
Insensibility of differentiate as angels often tastes the gall
By routines of cataract long glare
Sends nostalgia down their spines
Though forgetting the milk and candies of supposed rivals
Doubling as friends in conning angst beggarly in their nature
Nagging and ganging a gang of gossipers
Finding Mutual grounds for their victims
Causing higgledy where there exist no war
For a suspected compromise of morals
Or a hunting taint of a past paints on Z walls
Where decorum is not a schoolmaster
As official time wastes in visits to motels at un-break break time
With holy bible at desk view to mask hypocrisy
First venerable “Etis” Migrants tasted buds of vinegary as noised by witnessing chauffeur
And guilt cautioned not her thigh with avalanche of showy attire of a seductress
advertorials of “buried innocence”jagged in curved carbuncle front and back
Banging shoes in unending visits secreted in kitchen
double faced, loud calls to clients for managerial gratitude
as empty office fill vacuums of fast quickie (sharp-shap) appointments arranged or rearranged
Ill mannered, bad tempered not marriageable, never listen, never patient making enemies
Commandeering, verbose, self-conceited, presumptuous, stout and arrogant
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