Short Falsified Poems
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falsified ashes
uncharacteristic dust
synthetic flashes
artificial wind blows rust
plainly felt when life goes bust
Trump and His Hair Spray
Trump likes golden showers and hair spray,
And we are sure he has applied it everyday;
Not only lied,
Also falsified;
Is mentally disturbed doing without delay.
Jim Horn
Lust so cold, love stays warm
Advice given is words forgotten.
Gifts that are free have a catch.
Hidden destiny, life so scorned.
Living high, lost in the dark.
Spirit lost, not ever free.
Falsified love, eternally angry
HONESTY
I rip my soul to show you my honesty
Don't you believe in the falsified certainty
Everything can be deceiving in conspiracy
Don't you believe in your instinct of infinity
Tr?n Minh Hi?n Hien Tran Orlando December 15, 2016
DECEPTION
We are learning the hard way the truth about our deception
Everything you pursue is everything the big hoax of illusion
Let's not miss the target of conception
The falsified reality is simulated by the greatest lying confusion
Tr?n Minh Hi?n Hien Tran Orlando June 23, 2016
Fragmented, Falsified, forelong-flame,
curb-sitting waiting for that train,
screaming out searching for a name,
we live our lives in vain.
Insecure, intimidated, insecure-blame,
in a suitcase all the pain,
quiet silouette behind a frame,
we live our lives in vain.
Content, Contempt, colorless-name,
abandon your youthful claim,
shove it in with dreams of fame,
we live our lives in vain.
The pregnant dream vs the naked existence.
The healthy belligerent vs sanguine invalid.
The buoyant child vs the cavillous pensioner.
The all-giving African vs the all-recieving European.
The befriended neighbour vs the ostracized man.
The kaleidoscopic optimist vs bleak pessimist.
The raw truth vs the falsified lie.
The low-key good Samaritan vs the ostentatious donator.
The good vs the bad.
Form:
I LOOKED INSIDE THE BOX
A LOT OF GARBAGE THERE WAS
I FETCHED AND FETCHED
NOTHING I FOUND
I BEGGED MY MEMORY FOR S O M E T H I N G
TO CLING AT
A THING TO MAKE ME HAPPY
NOTHING CAME OUT
I FALSIFIED HISTORY
A LITTLE CHEATING CAN DO NO HARM
A LITTLE WHITE LIE CAN EXTEND MY BREATHS
A TRUE LOVE STORY
I PRETENDED
WITH A LOT OF HOPE
AND SATISFACTION
GLAD I SCANNED THE BOX
FROM A DIFFERENT ANGLE
Author’s note: (This poem is true. Nothing in it is falsified or purposely omitted, even to
protect the guilty. Written one day that I had to take a z pak and some crazy cough
medicine (prescribed).)
Here I sit, sick in bed,
With Jimi Hendrix swirling in my head.
Such anarchistic style,
Topped off with a fetching smile.
Talent beyond the norm,
But his life turned into the Perfect Storm.
With a spark to get the goal,
I set myself ablaze.
Discoverers are rovers,
Misread as directionless.
Trendsetters are drifters,
Misinterpreted as irresolute.
Innovators are venturers,
Misconstrued as frivolous .
What a falsified perception about me,
Of being an aimless wanderer,
Like a toy car striking wall and moving wayward.
I am on my way to my expedition,
With a zeal of reconnaissance ,
Voyager I am !!