Misguided Poems

Milton was misguided’

A man who wrote with strokes so bold’ of the
Struggle of humanity.. Long may his excerpts
Be told’ he helped write the American constitution, all his writes are original; and Often Concerned with restitution.. Yet too much
To satan I see he gave, with that line on ruling
A error (most grave!) though he was only human as
Anne

Society as few know it

Veracious vanity about victories over 
veils shows vain values corrupted by 
vicious volatile villains in hopes for 
votive to vindicate, 
Grossly gluttons gain grains over 
gloomy groups of ghastly greiven gulls,
Foreign fighting by ferocious foes gets 
fulfilled here by fat-headed fools 
fulminating for their unknowing fatalities, 
Deep dark derivatives of evil dance daily 
drawing delusional

Misguided senses

There is a misguided feel
Stuck deep down
I can hear uncertainty
I can see it in my heart
I can smell the horror
I can breathe it in my lungs
I can taste the disgust
I can feel it in my skin
There is ignorance all over
And the misguided feel is right

It Is No Secret

It is no secret!
That this country is still racist,
White, Black, Yellow, Brown and Red.
When all we see is colored faces! 
For most our ignorance’s,
conjure illusions were not racist.
While some masquerade
 in an attempt to misguide!
Some parade to protest
with riot in disguise! 
Every day! Every day! Every day!
We display racism toward others, 
we deem difference than,
by

Faulty Perceptions

                        Release the world from your faulty perceptions,
                      And all the

Misguided Power

In the hollows of power’s grip,
where shadows twist the heart’s cry,
there—mights build thrones on backs bent,
where abuse wears the mask of guidance,
control, a cloak woven with the thread of fear.
Power thrives in silence, feeding on the unspoken.

Manipulation, subtle as the serpent’s whisper,
curls around dreams, tightening,
threats drip, venomous, eroding hope,
indifference, a cold moon, shuns the warmth
of

Misguided Meditations

I am sorry
about my judgmental,
sadly disdainful,
tone
in earlier messages.

Even worse,
I remain embarrassed
for spreading it out
for key staff
and leaders
to well-positioned see
and hear
and feel,
touched by wounded toxicity.

My training 
and experience
includes victimized by homophobia
and healing through community mediation.

Within this mindful context,
I have tried to understand
what you want to healthy live,
what you are learning to love,
what feeds and waters you

The Ones To Come

Every generation goes through a new type of segregation. Different problems but the same level of responsibility never taken; At least not from the ones who are supposed to claim it. The ones in charge have the power to change things, they have it all but take advantage of the people who work hard to

To All Misguided Souls

I weep for those tortured and misguided souls
    Who in waste take pilfered solace from above.
And ply a trade in cloddishness to avoid the toll
    That Death demands with one last final shove.

Like some trifling insect aroused to an open flame
    Stumbling merrily with foolish talk

Misguided Power

The day is overcast and gray.
My mood, sadly the same.
Recent news colors the day,
adding to the political game.

A voice of the past,
making his agenda known.
Past and present at long last,
together, accepting it as their own.

The plan was to make a change.
A transformation of our great land.
To come together and rearrange.
This administration lending a helping hand.

A

Misguided

"Know your worth"--

But they never tell you
Whose eyes to look through.

Lilitu's Lament

Tussel for power trained her tongue to sharpen
Tact resistant throat bellowed careless scorn
Potential friends' impressions began to darken

Sharpness of wasabi, harsh memories injected
Frontal lobe numbed, chased non existant dawn 
Self image slashed, frayed fragments protected

Overpowering was triumph, in her odd summation
Trampling perspective romance, before it was born
Aggression shrugged on, hard armor of domination

Swooping on prey

I Feel Misguided

It feels misguided,
yet I do not feel misled,
to aspire to fame, measured in assets
and/or in power to influence others,
capital and social benefits
possibly acquiring famous
and infamous allies
in glorious success
and 
ingloriously dramatic defeat
of naked front page stories.

It feels safer
and healthier
for resiliently wealthy outcomes
to aspire to unnoticed integrity
with other win/win healthy players--
neighbors earn extra safety points.


Finally,
or even partially,

Conjoin Misguided Minds I Choose-

conjoins mind- rips thought process from my soul as it relegates my life

my choice what I choose-scripted molecules embrace–misguided persons





12/30/2019

For ku duet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One |

Are You Misguided Or Wise

Are You Misguided Or Wise?
Written: by Miracle man
12-27-2019

Words too quickly spoken expose our thoughts,
words convey our ideas which are often ersatz.
We carefully parse and throw at others as darts,
because the tongue speaks what fills our hearts.

God is the one who has granted us our voices,
HE also gave us freedom to make word choices.
To be used

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