Oh, what a Sham, a fragile charade..
A hollow masquerade we choose to parade.
Truth submerged in the depths of deceit..
Masks of deception, veiling hearts deplete.
In the shadows we dance, oblivious to the game..
But within the Sham, souls suffer in shame.
Dare we unmask, reveal our truest self?
Or forever be lost... beyond reach... beyond help?
The Mockingbird sings out his misleading best,
in hopes to attract a dupe with a nest,
where the squatter believes mate’s eggs should belong;
so mimics and jabbers uncountable songs.
Catbirds and Thrashers, related critters,
both grey North Americans sport throats of a twitter.
These gifted Warblers mock tricky bird tunes,
deceiving, deluding as feathered dragoons.
In fairness to balance the Tweeters’ intent,
creating, demanding a need to invent
a song to attract a new or lost mate:
so, a beacon to follow and commitment to state.
EXAMPLE MOCK SONGS
whistling, hey-hey yip pittie-yap
frog gurgle, snarf-chickie claw-saw
peep peeping piccolo-staccato bleat
sniftering chit-chat, yodel-do do
snerling, rat trap, blah tat-tat-tat
crunchy nasal chirp, coo-coo-coo
We never learned how to read.
Instead they only censored & cared to mislead.
They schooled & said this is how you become intelligent.
Until our minds, bodies & souls started to fight back & we said your reference is giving us the run around and here is the evidence.
Its uncertainty takes us into year three
Must mask up, still not quite free
A randomness science can’t comprehend
Mandate not, don’t get the shot—the latest trend
Surrendered to what’s taken longer
The jabs make immune systems stronger
To misleading rumors, we fall quarry
Thousands more we’ll surely bury
This spiky protein called Covid Nineteen
Ages five and up, now get your vaccine
A conspiratorial depopulation
Manufactured in another nation
The masses, it’s here for all races
Children seen with shrouded faces
Is this it, is Covid here to stay
What do doctors tell us to say
The virus evolves, it doesn’t go away
What lessons can be learned
Another life sickened and spurned
The Pope, another epistle
To what tune do we whistle
What will they say all over the world
Every man for himself, every boy and girl
All grown up—they’ll be heard and seen
As the — Generation Covid Nineteen!
Words To Mislead You!
I misjudge you, misjudge and only misjudge
to know your parts, sides unexplored,
to know your thoughts, words unexplored,
to know your heart, emotions swirled up, to misjudge you...
I mislead you, mislead and only mislead
to know your path, taken alone,
to know your side, routed alone,
to know your aim, only to wait, to mis-lead you!...
I doubt your claim, only doubt and doubt
to know your fame, only fame,
to know your shame, when you're framed,
just keep my words, to your claim,
to know your truth, and your doubt...
Believe me, I don't care, care is misleading, it
misleads you and not even spare, the
time, you wished, with your time, un-cared...
I saw you lost, so that's why,
I misjudge you, mislead you and
doubt your claim. I didn't care you
but your words, my time flew fast, by
unknown, unexplored, alone and misjudged...
I speak these words, words, just to mislead you!
Loosing my sense of words over carefully chosen pictures that have been drawn from blood loss spilt.
The movement is causing my eyelids to flicker to the flame along with the beat of your heart.
Oh why you did it again,
Igniting a burnt out candle wick with your bright being.
I miss your breathe that trailed before your lonesome soothing voice at night.
Couldn’t help but gravitate towards the unshakable feelings of self loathly towards the deeds of the past.
I wantes to help care and heal your fondled cordis.
Why is it so wrong of me to be selfishly in love with a broken boy?
Wanting more than ever to hold you in my safe keeping arms.
Why do I miss someone that sees me no more than a play doll?
You are incurable
There is nothing for it
Healing from this will last my entire lifetime
I have no way of knowing your thoughts
No way of knowing,
If you have ever dreamt of my face
Imagined my presence?
Then my soul says something soundly
It speaks to me,
About wisdom I neglected
For I realize..
If we were meant to be
Your soul would too,
Reach for me
I feel mislead
as I lay in bed
the man that I thought
was true is
no better than a pair
of my old shoes
I feel mislead
as I sit up in my bed
what went wrong
just like a old song
he did me so wrong
I feel mislead
as I drag my feet
across the bedroom floor
I think once again
I not going to trust
a man any more
I feel mislead
as I have already said
but Iam sure it will pass
someday I will find a love
that will last
so I will try to get up
and go on and forget
everything that he said
I feel miss lead
In the sudden romance of dawn’s time
I find myself trying to find myself
Spinning in a motionless circle
We are content to be divided
Then gasp with grateful heaving
Knowing that we are one
That we are injurious and alone and tied together
We need not be poor in spirit
Let loose your bounty
Share and be grateful.
swaying hips as she crosses the floor
gawking eyes follow her, begging for more
every step, he laps up
followed her like a pup
until she entered the men’s toilet door…
today is the day i finally stop making up excuses for why im not loved by someone and start
loving myself. seeing that i cant expect to be loved or cared about by any one else if i dont
love and care about myself first. watching as i allow myself be seen as less than what i truly
am. wanting so badly for you to know how i feel but not knowing how u will accept it because
of all that i have alloed to happen. feeling as if noone understands what it is im battling with
not wanting to feel alone but not willing to allow myself to be hurt again.looking at life as how
everybody else lives it and wanting to be happy for once hurting pplin the end..
I hate the let downs and lies
Sorely missed are the times
When honesty’s limit was the sky
These ears have heard so much
Lips experienced the misleading kiss
Body has felt the false touch
Ur poison was spread today
The realization unknown
As u were injected one day
This might be my immunity
As I have almost lost feeling
My protection from the mutiny
As little as it may seem to you
Was my first time to trust again
I had so much to give, u had no clue