The root bends upward
where water forgets it was ever named
a stem splits into thought
leaves stitched with circles
inked before sight learned color
no soil
only suspension
figures rise from green breath
veins map the argument of heat
no mouths
yet something keeps being transferred
time is drawn sideways
stars mislabeled on purpose
rotation without witness
patterns repeat
until repetition forgets why
the page knows
what the reader cannot
meaning circles the text
like an animal that won’t enter
the trap it already survived
ink remains
obedient
silent
complete
I pawn my prayers for a handful of hunger and the clerk calls it salvation.
One's halo's on hire purchase cracked chrome still sticking on the devil's desk.
I trade mercy by the minute marked down,moth eaten!,mislabeled as hope.
My heartbeat haggles with hell drumming debt into my desperate dawns.
My tears come with interest,each drop a receipt stamped *Final Hell.*
The Spirit goes AWOL on paydays,replaced by plastic faith and payday psalms.
Heaven's door has a coin slot but my pockets cough only dust.
I'm a ghost on consignment groaning in gospel tones for one more breath of grace.
Angels appraise my agony and cry,"too used,too human,too late."
I sing in chains proud and penniless,a prophet of pawned redemption, my soul on layaway.
Oceanographers
poets mislabeled
Poets
oceanographers disabled
We are mislabeled as sea birds and should be called
big birds, like that yellow one but we're not yellow.
We never land on land for a year or longer, and we
been told that we have known God since he was a
little boy. The unfeathered say that for a very long
time we're like many fishes in the sea, but now we
are like whales. The few of us left, live in the north
atolls of Hawaii. There's no other place in the world
except for oceans, seas, bays ... forget what I said.
Rip down the statues
Rename the streets
Police the language
Label it hate speech
Burn down the cities
In peaceful protest
Justice is racist
Thus, civil unrest
No longer about
Seats on the bus
A bus itself
Is labeled unjust
Envy a sin
Yet the very basis
Of a pernicious movement
Mislabeled social justice
True justice is blind
Social justice sees
Skin tone blamed
For all disparity
Media propogandist
Mix up the facts
Left is right
Right is wrong
Gaslighting Americans
With their fake news
Giving demonic takes
Editing out truth
Hate your enemy
Get up in their face
Resist reality
Let ideology replace
Tragedy in the schools
Fools blame it on tools
Deceived bunch of souls
Who forget man reaps what he sows
How it all ends
Is known in advance
Simply have faith
Knowing it doesn’t happen by chance
7/8/21
"Turning the Table"
Heads or tails
Success or failed
It's just what life entails
Overhead money and infinite power being dangled
People quick to tangle
Then strangle
And mangle
Under a banner that is star spangled
Is there such things as demons or angels?
Turning the table
And looking at it from another angle
It was accurate or mislabeled
Rents been due since April
Recently they cut off the cable
And now am down to the last bagel
There has been so much betrayal
Life becoming too painful
Folks getting unstable
No longer faithful
Turning hateful
Doing things that are shameful
And distasteful
Got to set the bar if your able
Because a lack of effort through life is wasteful
Especially while knowing it eventually turns fatal
Life moves fast, so why travel at the speed of a snail
Humans being far too ****
And often telling fables
Being the one to the tip the scale
Head in the Heavens
Feet planted on Earth
Jacob, renamed Israel
Mocked for his birth
Mislabeled 'The Supplanter'
Though Esau tricked him
Pushed his twin brother aside
Emerging first-born with a grin
Then the imposter Esau
Sold his birthright for a little food
His hands bloody from hunting
Wild with fury, his mood
On the same very day
Righteous Grandfather Abraham died
But Esau could have cared less
Not one tear did he cry
His own mother knew Esau was evil
She'd grown up with the vile Laban and Besu'el
Rebecca proudly stood up for what was right
For her son Jacob only would she fight
Jacob dwelled in tents, a man of the book
His mother helped him deal with Esau the crook
Who deceived father Isaac 'til his dying day
And wanted to murder Jacob in the worst of ways
Far too many still think that Jacob was wrong
To 'steal' the birthright ~ that he deserved all along
theft of innocence
mislabeled ~
gift of self loathing
MagiCicada13
A ball of emotions
A twister of clotted ideologies
Break from the current
Cry to the creator
Carry his failure
Candid of reality
Drained of my demeanor
Equate my morality to failed ideology
Exemplify mislabeled ethnomethodology
Forget forlorn memories of
Gentrified society
Heroin to my reality
Implicitly defining torrents of emotions
Justly eroding damaging externalities
Kidnapping children’s morality
Longing to see a child’s smile yet
Mourning morning’s grace
Navigating with little left
Opting out could I
Partake in
Plato’s cave
Quench no more my thirst for morning’s grace
Readily accepting grace
Staggering towards the cave
Taken by the gut
Thrown far from the cave
Upped from my grave
Vexed by some unholy devotion
Wavering still for
Xenogeneic inequalities
Yielding finally to my
Zestfully void destiny
Zestful= spirited enjoyment
Xenogeneic: denoting or relating to cells or tissues from individuals belonging to different species
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