Long Lies Poems
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There are, there is, there once was, red inside the red
A doubt arose regarding that which is behind the walls
What lies between, below, above the objects olden clear
Structures must be more than surface tension purple
Designed on future's night, darker than the pink within
Red above the upper surface red clings on
All things being equal in between
Blue is in trouble when it sinks into the quicksands blue
That is all there is when brown dries out on olive black
On solid ground near by the rusty trees with deeper roots
To take hold of truth collapsed on gray and orange
Nearly unearthed by rainbow explosions taken out alarmed
The end could just as easily be green
Standing behind the stagnant walls
Red holds on to the bitter whatever
Whatever that might be
It is not yellow
DEPTHS OF SANITY
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The creature crawls in front of me From the darkest depths of sanity His silence takes her by surprise The creature breaths his mouth is dry
Numbing fingers claw the ground Creature creeping all around From the darkest depths of sanity The darkest depths of sanity
A girl whos love for me is true Brings prophecies She listens to the words I say And lies so far so far away
Speaking scriptures that of love His eyes so blue as skies above Look into these eyes of blue She bleeds, she mates, shes there for you From the darkest depths of sanity The darkest depths of sanity
Her voice, her look, her seductive ways Drawling creature from his caves The creature walks he shakes the ground Sensing beauty all around She writes, she shouts, she goes in sane Creature crawling through her vein
Love for creature not for me The darkest depths of sanity The darkest depths of sanity
When the veil is pulled away subject exposed story
what motivation drives these blind merchants
let's lay it out clearly from waters of your soul tabled
evidence points to an unstable world circus painting creeping bugs
following a trail of crumbs Judas kissing the other cheek
Where muppets pull all the strings attached accord
true crafts are undervalued directly honest speaking
making deals to undercut facts highlights a bought body
wages go backwards in time for those whom work hard
The upper crust consider themselves royalty in suits
when law of the land works for mere crumbs of their table
corruption's one disease of these needy vermin sinking fangs into
the icing of our cakes rats infested without hope
Justice is no longer held with value anymore
as the poor are robbed of their rights daily important
stripping values is the underhanded deals in tribunals hanging joke
Now slaves to the beggars purse cast as worthless
imperial law has been enforced through this savagery served
by poor management with silver lining fingers subject pollution begins
inwards always taking away but never ever giving back
Stealing becomes a bad example set telling both sides of the snakes tale
lies become the normal gender bending truth far fetched bigots
slanting this towards the underhanded source decisions effect reality
we should nail each and every deed that holds ransom to democracy
The real you underneath
The tumour hiding beneath the surface
Secreting poison into the blood
Toxin controlling every motivation
The knife should cut the malignancy out
Hide it under the rug
Mould the clay and be reborn anew
No one has to know
Accomplishments aplenty throughout life
The gold, the glory has never shined bright enough
Shined bright enough to cleanse the shame
Patchwork of moss concealing the truth
Others behaving in this way would be put to the pyre
Burnt away
Sacrificed as an offering to self happiness
Lies
So desperate for affection they would tolerate just about anything
In the distance people thinking the world of them
They will not notice
It does not make sense
The soundproof box a sanctuary
The blindfold a choice
What is real and what is not?
When the shadows descend and the whispers are all around
They imagine the dark
The light switched off by their own doing
The self loathing necessary to function
They would forget themselves
The fear they would feel nothing at all without it
But the greatest mistake of all is believing the mistake is them
This stranger, this alien who does not belong in this world
Their error the denial that someone may genuinely love them
Their self worth
Their beauty
Only depicted in the mirror of another gentle soul
Sending out a signal to all involved. We need to set a meeting for the parts that go AWOL. My subconscious has been running me tirelessly, without even thinking of asking consciousness to intervene. My preconscious, must be on an endless unauthorized leave, allowing my sub to lead. So I then am left with an outdated, broken tape recorder replaying only the untruths about me, with no ending seen. It all started the very first moment I swallowed a negative self- thought allowing it to breed, birthing a recording of only the bad in me. Which I to revert to when I am in need. This tape was an enemy, who I allowed to befriend the most precious and delicate parts of me. It was false reassuring messages I would keep on repeat, because I never allowed anything positive for my memory to keep. I didn’t know I had the ability to stop these old lies from ruminating endlessly in my mind. I never believed anything then what I felt on the inside. Sadly that was infected and infested from all the years of being angry, bitter, full of self -resentment and traumatic triggers. I wanted to have a meeting to show my thanks, but to also reclaim my life and insert a new tape. This one will host my preconscious state. I learned my lesson, so I won’t hit record unless the message recorded plays how capable and worthy I am for everything that comes my way. I am strong, I am light, I am blessed to live life. I am love, I feel love, I am alive on the inside. This meeting is complete , hope the message was received, subconscious you no longer need to be the lead. I need you but, you need new programing. Minutes entered, have a great day. Remember think, process then react accordingly.
I feel the familiar burn of abandonment
A feeling that anyone sane would resent
And yet I bask in it—the disconcerted lament
Angrily I tear at the seas and weeds of lies
Saying nothing but curses—bidding goodbyes
Painstakingly waiting for the cruel waters to rise
But you never rose, you fool!
You graded me into your gruel
An inadequate tool—yes, a screwed up tool!
Here I am again and no one has won
Feeding on the nothingness you willingly spawn
Nothing but GONE—who the hell won!?
I thought you were a journey’s rest!
But you are nothing but a wrong-turned address
Spilling me over in a bloody, dead mess
I want to turn away tonight
And never look your direction
Because no matter how hard, I cannot fight
The seas of succulent depression!
You were fixed
At the expense of my misery
At the expense of an inadequate tool
What was created to expose,
now a fortress meant to hide
Bastions of higher learning,
masking havens safe for lies
Where discourse once was treasured,
the ivy droops and sighs
With comfort their true measure,
the dilettantes all cry
Plato is disgusted,
John Locke is more than riled
As a millennium of learning
is mocked in false denial
Students weak and wounded,
from those lessons never learned
Their tomorrow’s but a doomsday,
their futures sure to burn
Those words were there to save them,
both the hated and revered
All truth in dialectics
—left abandoned by their fear
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2016)
It is the house of consciousness
channeled from above
It is the home where dreams reside
The cozy place of love
Invisible, intangible
distinct from flesh and bone
commingled with the breath of life
brought forth by God alone
The coverings that we can see
the body, clothes and hair
can misdirect the human eye
from treasures buried there
Ravaged by disease and time
with battle scars to show
The human mind is prone to find
some judgment to bestow
Our love is often limited
to what we see and feel
and carelessly we overlook
what outer shells conceal
The loveliness of human flesh
does not increase one's worth
No man can judge the value
of a single life on earth
To take a closer look in faith
should be our common goal
for deep within each person lies
the beauty of the soul
Soaring like a butterfly and an eagle combined…
No, no I ain’t blind…I don’t mind being left behind
I see the light in your eyes
No lies…no lies…no lies…
With His might and His delight,
I shine like the break of dawn
Runnin’ outta time tonight…
On and on and on, I’m gone…
Drunk off of my delight
For, everything is black and white
Excellence and brilliance comes with time
Excellence and brilliance comes with time
Surround yourself with music
Listen to it sing to you so therapeutic
I’m bad to the bone
Take a breath of love
Even when I am all alone
I’m stronger than I realize
I’m not alone
I’m not a failure
I’m sick
I’m epic
Curse me in my face
I’m no disgrace
Thank you with sarcasm rolling on my tongue
Thank you
Thank you
Thank you
I’m grateful
Thankful
I’m grateful
To be alive –
SICK, but doing well
Thank you – go to hell
I love you,
Then I hate you…
I am a mess without you
I am losing progress without you
I adore you
I adore you
I guess I am a sick, little boy
However, I am still wanderin’ round in joy
Praise be to the Lord…
If it wasn’t for Him, I would’ve been dead
There lies within me a passion, this undying passion that shall not surrender to me. 'Tis not the love of man nor beast, but of words; words that first caress then smother and engulf my inner being. Oh the pain of these words! Have I the gift that is merely bestowed upon the chosen few? I must, for if I be found empty of this, I shall seek to possess it until my life be ended. Of this passion I ponder its beginning. My pen fights to bring forth this eruption of eloquence, perhaps utter nonsense - but these words are mine. They appear and reappear never to leave me. My tears have fallen in search of these words. My emotions linger only to enrage me and interrupt my dreams. My heart hath bled words of love and sorrow, and yet this passion remains still. I can’t ignore its loudness! This thundering loudness is more than I can bear! I must possess this gift of words, but where? Will they be lost in my frustrations and truth (if I dare?) Come forth my passion! Wrench free from my heart and spill onto my page that I might see what lies beneath my soul, this soul of words.