within the oscillation of melting clocks,
our poltergeists of times long expired…still reverberate~
tainted ticking echoing
in an everlasting tug of war,
pushing and pulling,
throwing barbs at bleeding hearts
oh, how the echoes distort reality,
haunting perfect illusions~
remnants of misunderstood souls
caught in constant conflict…
what was once a beacon of love~
transmuted inhospitable confusion
words, warped by borderline delusions,
each syllable twisted and contorted,
blind rationality,
unraveling the ties that bind,
wrapping them around suffocating throats,
choking on harsh accusations~
until we became irrelevant
irretrievable phantoms~
perpetually confined
within stupefied misapprehension…..
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Torn away from the breast of primordial
again, I closed the circle inside the circle.
A fading swing through tenderness
is cut by the reason stone.
*
And again - life joy
is pushing me towards devil-burning eyes.
Involuntarily, the tide is climbing towards the full moon
while the train thieves the planet from her arms.
*
The misapprehension is revealed by deceived love.
Learn by the immortality of the lizards
that lunge through life.
Again the blue rose is detached
from the eternal youth spring
because of the deluded shadow
that sleepily stroked her petals.
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Is, it, to be called classi?cation?
Or is it a destruction of paci?cation ?
Or are humans still to undergo humanization ?
In which being humane is considered main quali?cation
Which is not being achieved due to illusional mesmerization,
Should we call it misconception ?
Or is it a fanatic deviation?
Caused by the adherents of delusion
Or is it the fault of rationalists misapprehension
Of the necessity of categorization
Among blacks and whites, religious types, castes and tribes
Which should not be considered manipulation?
Showing the proofs of existences alone as justi?cation
Leaving behind the unanswered question
Questioning Noah’s and Satyavratan’s relation,
To perform same duty with devotion!
Is it just a coincidental conjunction ?
And are all coincidences among all religions
Are just caused due to accidental notions?
Oh, what is this God’s or Gods creation
Leaving us with great confusion
Not able to understand whether it is misconception of classi?cation
Or misapprehension of religion
Which only discusses love and devotion but not destruction.
We had cried to the scorching sun
An expression of youthful forlorn
An orchestration to air our needs
Peaceful but firm were our deeds
Alas! the heralds of her arrival
Our mother ! A hope beclouding hopelessness
Together we scrambled around her entourage
Like wailing babes in need of a mother's massage
But our mama had renamed herself as barren
And turned deaf to the cries of her expectant children
We craved a rescue from our partial darkness
Only to be graced with permanent blackness
Our only crime was the belief in democracy
A misapprehension! A mirage ! A meticulous mockery !
Shots of bullets against our unarmed bodies
Battered,bruised and yet rebirthed as hoodlums
For where is the future of this shambolic nation
If the leaders of tomorrow are perishing today?
When shall justice be not portrayed as auction
Haggled and bought by only the highest pay?
By:Elizabeth O Adams
Lizdiamond world of poetry
Forgive when it’s a mistake.
It’s just an error, oversight or omission!
Or may be a fallacy, a gaffe, a faux pas or simple solecism.
Or even a howler or a clanger.
Ultimately it's just a miscalculation, misunderstanding,
Misinterpretation, misapprehension or just a misconception!
Realisation is the only cure!
And remember, it’s not your chore!
Play the blame game only if you want to distort your scores!
For, only those who analyse can actually realise!
And, then it becomes lesson of one’s life.
Understand, a mistake is a mistake, it’s not a crime!
Yes, you have a duty to understand, stay clam and to be wise.
Effortless beautiful camaraderie will surely rise.
Just forgive when it’s a mistake.
Life is so beautiful, why unnecessarily complicate?
The other day on my evening stroll
I thought of the many times
we are the victims of misapprehension.
In my reverie I met a man who stopped me
suddenly, and posed a question--at least
I thought I did, or might have;
I'm not quite sure. Perhaps
he wasn't there at all. If so,
how might it be? Were he not,
is the question hypothetical?
If like the man, it does not exist,
we must accept it anyway. Because
we have given it an it. And
it dangles there in the air;
we can't have that, so sighing
we must resurrect the man also.
Not so, you say. I am the one
who must go. I am the little god pretender
who is not God. And you?
Oh ho, not so fast, you too
are a believer. You've been reading
me into reality. All along!
~
Misapprehension
On my way to lunch
Drove the wrong way
Turned and followed the car`s
Silhouette
In front of me
Speeded up to join it
The car caught up with its
Illusion
And became whole again
Lunch at the café
As usual
Here come the tears again,
Trickling down in warm resolve, warm acceptance, and salty silence
Here they are again,
Wounding my memories in all that calls to experience’s despair
Absorbing every collapse, and every mangled misapprehension
Misunderstanding the purpose of a strong heart
For a weak moment to thrive…
Here, alone, it seems they always dissolve,
My skin moist, rippling in the thought of your absence
Crawling in the indemnity of your oblivious composure
Seeing the double door open and close,
Reaching out with a hand so anxious for you to understand
So drenched from attempting to dry these torrential tears
In time, they always dissolve into that unbearable acceptance and silence
His lips parted to speak,
Sharply, with a nervous edge
I tried to focus on his eyes, as I my own threatened to free its sorrows
And I stood there, like a fool, taking in words that would later break me...
“I was impressed.”
Were you?
Take them all!
Swim in them!
You still will never know my pain…
I love you
Because I hate myself
This is my impression
Lavished you in praise and wonder
Promised to be 'yours' forever
I'd complete you in my quest of
Deep misapprehension
But I can't help but think
The look you gave me
Was one of confusion
I fear that you may turn on me
And redefine my boundaries
Where I end and you begin
Declined invitation
And so I must destroy you
If I am to survive
No negotiation
Now Burly Turly weren’t much tall,
In fact, I’d say the man was short—
But he was plum stout to a fault
And fer as nice, he was low a quart.
No matter how big the man was,
They knew ya didn’t cross ol’ Burr,
Them what did soon changed their tune
Or they found themselves now a “her.”
Then one dark day out in the barn,
Me and Burr admired the new stud—
When that big hoss stepped on Burr’s foot
And I knew Burr was out fer blood!
But much to my amazement then,
Ol’ Burr seemed calmed and jest surprised—
But ‘fore I moved he raised a sledge
And whacked that hoss right twixt the eyes!
“Now why’d ya go and kill yer horse?”
I asked with misapprehension—
“He jest paid me no mind,” Burr said,
“So I had ta git his ‘tension!”
Blinking and breathing in secretive silence
Fending off feelings of misapprehension
Trying to function in passive compliance
Ignoring repeatedly twisting of tension
Sitting in darkness with nothing to mention
Blinking ’s a sound of sightless defiance
Waiting for light to blithely appear
Knowing that reason can deal with the fear
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