A simple misconception,
Can lead to endless argumentation.
Once it started its initiation,
It'll always have a continuation.
The tension escalates,
While the calmness disintegrates.
How can you mitigate?
A situation from someone obstinate.
Everything starts small,
Then out of its area, it'll crawl.
Slowly climbing over the wall,
Leading to the downfall.
You're not someone I hate,
It's not even up for debate.
Your hunger can't be sated,
You'll uproot all, as if excavated.
The more we talk, the less we agree,
A situation everyone wants to flee.
When every point sparks a ghastly decree,
It can burst into a destructive degree.
Understand the concept,
Don't be inept.
Words have different depth;
If unsure, then don't make a step.
Avoid provocation,
Think of the conclusion.
It might destroy the dominion,
That grew from your affection.
Don't make any sudden demand,
Take a moment to understand.
Misunderstanding is like a quicksand;
Just a step and you'll be a part of the land.
The inchworm's in no hurry
his vision's perhaps blurry
A journey of five meters
in ten hours, a world-beater
I'd like to go on record
to report they don't feel hectored
But per a reliable source
they envy snails, of course
Glass of my life is with elixir of truth
I choose its pious bitterness
Over to the sweetness of lies,
To activate my neutral taste buds,
To irrigate dried cells of my throat,
To enlighten my naive soul,
To quench my thirst for life
I want to be true on reality of soil.
Let poison of truth eliminate illusion,
I choose its mercy on me
Over to storms of destruction,
To destroy specks of misconception,
To block veins, they flow through,
To remove flesh with faulty deeds,
To amend falsified becoming me,
For union with the honesty of soil.
Misconception
Your misconception of who I Am
Your misconception of what I Do
Shows you know me not at all-
I was once a good girl like you.
I didn't sit around as a child and contemplate that I would become a prostitute one day.
Although my memories are kind of hazy I have a select few of childhood play.
All you see when you look at me is disdain, disgust or hate.
You only see me for turning tricks.
A bottom feeder looking for the best rate.
I want you to see me as a human who feels pain and pleasure and who bleeds the same as you.
I want you to look at me as a person.
And not for what I DO.
Unless you've lived a day in my life-
Could you possibly understand?
What it's like that in order for you to eat that you will have to sleep with a random man.
Your misconception of Who I Am
Your misconception of what I DO.
Shows you know me not at all.
I was once a good girl like you.
Written by: Bambi Ortiz
How disheartening to realize our illusions
Were but naïve misconceptions about aging
People don’t necessarily become wiser with age
Many become bitterly selfish petty and vindictive
Blessed are those who age gracefully because
It’s disenchanting to get hurt and learn the hard way
Blessed are the kind the givers who see beauty in all
Have optimism in every breath and live with integrity
Blessed who grow creatively to give back to the world
When their desire is to leave this planet a better place
AP: 2nd place 2020
He came to me quickly with a smile on his face.
Full of life, past adventures, passions and dreams.
A strong, sexy man who stole my mind and my heart
I soon came to see things were falling apart.
Fantasy man...you have the world by your hands
Fantasy man put your hand in my hand.
I'm in a fantasy land, I am your biggest fan.
Losing a battle with the fantasy land.
Desire, self destruction, battles and demons.
I wished I could help him, I wanted to free him.
For him and for me. I loved him. I needed him.
I could feel the time coming when I would no longer see him.
Fantasy man...you have the world by your hands.
Fantasy man, put your hand in my hand.
I'm in a fantasy land. I am your biggest fan.
Losing a battle with the fantasy land.
Dark water, blue skies, I could see it in his eyes.
A tear of sadness and pain, jealousy and shame.
Unconscious, unaware, struggling for air.
In a fantasy world nobody cares.
Fantasy man, you have the world by your hands.
Fantasy man, put your hand in my hand...
Lead me into your fantasy land.
Where did all the good times go?
we use to be like twenty four
now we seem so disconnected
and you want to say my misconception.
Why do you keep telling your lies?
don't you see I finally realize
we're moving in two different directions
and you want to say my misconception.
I thought about it long and hard
the heart you broke with indiscretions
unlocked images of your imperfections
and you want to say my misconception.
I trusted the love we once shared
until the day I found your secrets
reflections of all your love convictions
and you want to say my misconception.
The tide now turning, the sun lights my way
time to spread my wings and fly away
deflected, rejected, but not by will
and you want to say my misconception.
Reap what you sow, you're now the foe
my heart no longer belongs to you
today my love is revived to perfection
and you're just an image of misconception.
playing with misuse of anything
material or immaterial
ultimately produces injustice
to own self being
sooner or later
glaring in history mythology
even present speaks truly
a simple good sense's enough to catch
backfire of misconception it's
I act courteously around him;
dress lightly to enjoy summer breeze;
he sees my tongue licking my lips in the sun;
I gaze at him lazily, and sigh gently as the ocean breeze
blows my dress;
"she wants to make love", is all I read deep in his eyes......
Is there anything on earth left unknown that does exist?
All people put together, in a conscious-fit.
Some serious questions must be placed.
Without our knowledge would we feel this pace?
Humans are a race, but I’m not racing.
I just sit and ponder, pacing and pacing.
Lets shift our perspective and stop this rhyming.
Mix it up and forget that were dying.
Something out there is keeping me behind.
Perhaps I am telling the world to speed up time.
Or maybe it's my fault and I’m just losing my mind.
The pill, they say, will heal all wounds.
Strike the light of dimming moons.
Ignite dead fire in soul’s desire.
Lift depression and take you higher.
Bring the crippled to their feet.
Bring the rain in drowning heat.
Have you cry in happiness.
Make you laugh, impossible bliss.
They pill, I say, will change your life.
See a new spark in your wife.
Feel the earth for what it is.
Share more laughter with your kids.
Help you follow and care for your dreams.
Get through your shell and burst at the seams.
Look at the sun, and not wonder why.
Embrace your life before you die.
The Pill of Life Contest
2/2/13
The "We" of you and I
Was my misconception
Brought on by
My heart's deception and
My want of you.
So with apologies
To you,
I step back,
Taking a real good look
At what I thought was
That wasn't...
My misconception
Brought on my
My heart's deception, and
My want of you.
I should have known when you
Held my hand,
Held me in your arms,
Caressed me,
It was merely your deception.
With apologies to you,
My heart and I depart,
Oh God!
What a misconception,
We thought you
Wanted us too!
If we accept our own definition
of the Universe as the sum of all,
we must abandon the supposition
that it’s inflating like a giant ball.
There is no doubt distant galaxies race
away from each other increasingly,
and, relative to each other in space,
their pace accelerates unceasingly.
In point of fact, at their farthest extreme,
they don’t obey the speed limit of light,
but this is only the way that things seem
and what we observe is not always right.
Though logical, it’s tough to understand:
Something into nothing does not expand.
Everything that seems is not what it seems,
But is an affliction to caress and subdue your frail mind,
With the illusion of peace, and salvation, in reality it is paved into a sinner’s oblivion.
It started with blurry eyes and misconception, judging thoughts and giving cold shoulders,
It was all about looking away, not looking at all, using deception, for we knew beauty was
in our eyes as we’re the beholders.
Started with losing time amongst shared friends, it started with losing ourselves amongst
those we both blend,
Started with watching from across a room, started with a rose that hadn’t yet been in bloom,
Opened up a book to which hadn’t been read, to thoughts now out there that had never been
said.
Opened up a heart to which had always bled, to fix its wounds and take it back from the
dark depths it had been lead.
To lay in wait, to sit and listen to his heart rate, to pound and beat, to skip and leap..
To listen, to coincide to just lay here by his side..
To lose my words, my breath and speech, to lose all feeling from what I preach
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