Poems About Deception Seeking Friendly Advice
#deception
Poems about deception seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
Wilting The Roses
Composing politics for the soul for the eyes or blind
and the ears or deaf...senses are numb. The nervous
system is wrapped in bones and flesh...illusions are
not real in the mind of a psychopathic corpse. The
neurosis of an obsidian gadfly. "Good morning
world!" Send in the clowns but beware the imp that
pisses in your seat and sees God in his line of
scriptures. With a sleight of hand playing Chess
to your Parcheesi's Monty Python, wilting the roses.
and the ears or deaf...senses are numb. The nervous
system is wrapped in bones and flesh...illusions are
not real in the mind of a psychopathic corpse. The
neurosis of an obsidian gadfly. "Good morning
world!" Send in the clowns but beware the imp that
pisses in your seat and sees God in his line of
scriptures. With a sleight of hand playing Chess
to your Parcheesi's Monty Python, wilting the roses.
#corruption
#deception
#greed #lies
#greed #lies
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Canary on Stage
In life's little manuscript and infamy
silencing the host's poetic strategy
from their narcissistic Parthenon
a canary performing on a stage
becoming contagious in oration
in their house of Tarot
a jester of iteration
silencing the host's poetic strategy
from their narcissistic Parthenon
a canary performing on a stage
becoming contagious in oration
in their house of Tarot
a jester of iteration
#dark
#deception
#hypocrisy #manipulation
#hypocrisy #manipulation
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Rollin' In My Sweet Baby's Arms
Conforming with the nature of my analysis eyes
dressed in veil prudent to the dark's descent of
opium's decadency shadowing the scent of the
woolsey's cold-cold heart listening to the pulse of
the widow's corpse from a harp in the chandelier
calling my name lusting for the pimpernel of the
narcissistic daffodil calling me strange and pulling
strings of St. Vitus Dance signing in with thunder
as lightning strikes like fingers knitting a charade
the rain makes ashes of my filtered cigarette
have nicotine, will travel...
dressed in veil prudent to the dark's descent of
opium's decadency shadowing the scent of the
woolsey's cold-cold heart listening to the pulse of
the widow's corpse from a harp in the chandelier
calling my name lusting for the pimpernel of the
narcissistic daffodil calling me strange and pulling
strings of St. Vitus Dance signing in with thunder
as lightning strikes like fingers knitting a charade
the rain makes ashes of my filtered cigarette
have nicotine, will travel...
#dark
#deception
#emptiness #hypocrisy
#emptiness #hypocrisy
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Olaf Eyes
Olaf eyes wandering dark's contrarian
of teething trolls in teetering shadows
Looming foggy haunting the boggy
waiting, for a tot of pablums Valium
With a nipple of paradoxical BS
playing hands with hypocrites
of teething trolls in teetering shadows
Looming foggy haunting the boggy
waiting, for a tot of pablums Valium
With a nipple of paradoxical BS
playing hands with hypocrites
#corruption
#deception
#hypocrisy #manipulation
#hypocrisy #manipulation
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Open
Like striking out burnt matches
Like arms reaching out
Like a quilt made up of patches
Like a never-ending doubt
Like an always-over sunset
Like a wave stretched on the shore
Like an all-consuming debt
Like “I couldn’t love you more”
Like drug-muffled panic
Like a tear-squeezed throat
Like hurt that is satanic
Like drowning just to float
So I'll send out this plea
All this just to say,
How could you turn your back on me
How could you walk away
Like arms reaching out
Like a quilt made up of patches
Like a never-ending doubt
Like an always-over sunset
Like a wave stretched on the shore
Like an all-consuming debt
Like “I couldn’t love you more”
Like drug-muffled panic
Like a tear-squeezed throat
Like hurt that is satanic
Like drowning just to float
So I'll send out this plea
All this just to say,
How could you turn your back on me
How could you walk away
#confusion
#deception
#emptiness
#heartbroken
#TimeHeals
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maybe we've had it wrong all along
they watch...
with their glass dagger eyes
sharpened to the point of gouging
razor tongues ever at the ready
eager to slash truth...
...into something more suitable
more in line with their toxic savagery
their ears like pools of poison
soaking up & destroying honesty
as it drips acid from their mouths
who knows from where these ghouls originate
as they spread lies...
whispered into porous minds
allowing such foul germs as judgment & hate to pollinate
turning them into a singly directed organism
many...
with their glass dagger eyes
sharpened to the point of gouging
razor tongues ever at the ready
eager to slash truth...
...into something more suitable
more in line with their toxic savagery
their ears like pools of poison
soaking up & destroying honesty
as it drips acid from their mouths
who knows from where these ghouls originate
as they spread lies...
whispered into porous minds
allowing such foul germs as judgment & hate to pollinate
turning them into a singly directed organism
many...
#deception
#humankind
#lies #secrets
#lies #secrets
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Apate: Goddess of deceit
Let not
the
innocence
be misdirected
by
her words
Enchanting
though it is
to learn the wisdom
of a deity,
it is knowledge
misplaced
the
innocence
be misdirected
by
her words
Enchanting
though it is
to learn the wisdom
of a deity,
it is knowledge
misplaced
#deception
#lies
#manipulation
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The Naked Mind
No moral compass for a tendon of the naked mind
old stagnant haggard with a malignant tongue
now shredded Carrion for narcissistic Ravens
and a dozen dark angels wearing pork pie hats
haunting the memories of a potluck fortnight
planted with seeds of decadent debauchery
no moral compass for a tendon of the naked mind
old stagnant haggard with a malignant tongue
now shredded Carrion for narcissistic Ravens
and a dozen dark angels wearing pork pie hats
haunting the memories of a potluck fortnight
planted with seeds of decadent debauchery
no moral compass for a tendon of the naked mind
#corruption
#dark
#deception
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tears in my sleep
all night
the clock
ticks away,
it keeps
up with
the tears
i lose
during my
night,
some i
can taste
in my
false
dreams,
there
is no
joy in
my undoing,
this pain
keeps
growing,
and in
the
morning
i will
wipe my
eyes
if i
have not
drowned
in
my sleep.
the clock
ticks away,
it keeps
up with
the tears
i lose
during my
night,
some i
can taste
in my
false
dreams,
there
is no
joy in
my undoing,
this pain
keeps
growing,
and in
the
morning
i will
wipe my
eyes
if i
have not
drowned
in
my sleep.
#anger
#breakup
#conflict
#deception
#disappointment
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The garden
Tried to feed me an apple
He said it tastes sweet
Bite through the skin
Enjoy this treat
You got me in the garden
Wrapped around my legs
“Have some faith,
Take a bite” he begs
A snake in sheep’s clothing
He slithered into the grass
Darting his forked tongue
My heart felt short to collapse
Feeling the air dance around my skin
We’ve passed the point of no return
This ecstasy was truly a sin
A moment I’ll forever yearn
He said it tastes sweet
Bite through the skin
Enjoy this treat
You got me in the garden
Wrapped around my legs
“Have some faith,
Take a bite” he begs
A snake in sheep’s clothing
He slithered into the grass
Darting his forked tongue
My heart felt short to collapse
Feeling the air dance around my skin
We’ve passed the point of no return
This ecstasy was truly a sin
A moment I’ll forever yearn
#betrayal
#deception
#love
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3 Comments
Gaslighting
instruments of narcissism, gaslighting
cold eyes analyzing one's insecurity
targeting those with compassion
tickling poetic desire with decadency
and manipulation controlling your mind...
toxic waste of humankind, gaslighting
cold eyes analyzing one's insecurity
targeting those with compassion
tickling poetic desire with decadency
and manipulation controlling your mind...
toxic waste of humankind, gaslighting
#corruption
#deception
118 reads
6 Comments
They Are Here
Unflinching willingness to sell their soul to crows
and everyday intimacies seem a little strange
with a sociopathic disposition to wear lipstick
kneedeep in porn movies and cemeteries
playing Jeopardy as they spit-shine the corpse
listening to Bubba recite Homer Simpson
and everyday intimacies seem a little strange
with a sociopathic disposition to wear lipstick
kneedeep in porn movies and cemeteries
playing Jeopardy as they spit-shine the corpse
listening to Bubba recite Homer Simpson
#corruption
#deception
#ignorance
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2 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Deception Seeking Friendly Advice