Poems About Ignorance Seeking Friendly Advice
#ignorance
No Title.
It's so funny how you think you can see me
But I bleed before a crowd
They wade through my blood
Blame it on the flood
I am unseen
As they walk through me
I am a ghost
In the host of dead believers
But I bleed before a crowd
They wade through my blood
Blame it on the flood
I am unseen
As they walk through me
I am a ghost
In the host of dead believers
#emptiness
#ghosts
#ignorance
#rejection
#war
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Partial Understanding
Why bother now so close to the end
Why learn anything new
Can it save my life?
Or slow down the inevitable?
There's nothing new that can do any of that
It might help pass the time I suppose
But I'm selfish
I see things in terms of what they might do for me
Not the more global us
It's difficult not to be selfish though
After all
Long before I could understand any new treatise
Or pass on any knowledge gained
I'm going to be dead
So what is the point of partial understanding
Before I go?
Why learn anything new
Can it save my life?
Or slow down the inevitable?
There's nothing new that can do any of that
It might help pass the time I suppose
But I'm selfish
I see things in terms of what they might do for me
Not the more global us
It's difficult not to be selfish though
After all
Long before I could understand any new treatise
Or pass on any knowledge gained
I'm going to be dead
So what is the point of partial understanding
Before I go?
#ignorance
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Ghost
I thought I would have to hide my scars,
But they shine in broad daylight, and still, nobody sees them.
It's as if I am a ghost.
I stand in front of a people,
My shattered frame's fragments piercing those who stand closely,
Yet they still say I am not broken.
I starve,
But they don't see my ribcage.
I kill,
But they don't see the blood.
I sob,
But they don't see the bloodshot eyes.
I lie,
And they believe me too well.
I tell you,
I am a ghost,
For a thousand hands have been pushed through me,
Yet no one can...
But they shine in broad daylight, and still, nobody sees them.
It's as if I am a ghost.
I stand in front of a people,
My shattered frame's fragments piercing those who stand closely,
Yet they still say I am not broken.
I starve,
But they don't see my ribcage.
I kill,
But they don't see the blood.
I sob,
But they don't see the bloodshot eyes.
I lie,
And they believe me too well.
I tell you,
I am a ghost,
For a thousand hands have been pushed through me,
Yet no one can...
#emptiness
#ignorance
#loneliness
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The Day Of Reckoning (COTS-Part II)
I suppose in my culture we do not give credence to anyone that is she dick
An Adam Apple still displayed in black and white, a false wig wearing chick
I suppose a Monkey to swing from your groin do exist
I guess it must get hard as a banana and stiff as a brick
You on here every hour on the hour trying to bend a nigga will over and for what, where’s the clit
When you do not have a hairy jungle in your pants
I come in peace, move silence in sound, the universal is my spiritual romance, and I try in humbleness, to always grant
...
An Adam Apple still displayed in black and white, a false wig wearing chick
I suppose a Monkey to swing from your groin do exist
I guess it must get hard as a banana and stiff as a brick
You on here every hour on the hour trying to bend a nigga will over and for what, where’s the clit
When you do not have a hairy jungle in your pants
I come in peace, move silence in sound, the universal is my spiritual romance, and I try in humbleness, to always grant
...
#ignorance
#philosophical
#spiritual
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Mankind Effect
To stand in the way.
Psychotic selfishness leads them astray.
Fair weather friends armed to betray.
Yet I am a Dragon no man can slay.
While mankind chases worthless things and their lives waste away.
I suffer from the mankind effect.
The deception and iniquity of even the ellect.
They always trample on my dreams.
In favor of their corrupt money making schemes.
More faithful to hollow machines.
Always ascerting what they know.
Their one and only truth I dont follow.
With threats of Hellfire from below.
Atheists with their...
Psychotic selfishness leads them astray.
Fair weather friends armed to betray.
Yet I am a Dragon no man can slay.
While mankind chases worthless things and their lives waste away.
I suffer from the mankind effect.
The deception and iniquity of even the ellect.
They always trample on my dreams.
In favor of their corrupt money making schemes.
More faithful to hollow machines.
Always ascerting what they know.
Their one and only truth I dont follow.
With threats of Hellfire from below.
Atheists with their...
#humankind
#ignorance
#suffering
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Rules are Roolz
Some rules are good:
no smoking in public places
no littering
no running red lights
no killing people
But some rules are questionable:
insistence on school uniforms
in a low-income school
when mom's been unable to launder navy pants
and white shirts
because dad went to jail last night
or the power was cut off
or because the family of eight has to move again
third time in six months
I'm developing the reputation
as the teacher who doesn't dress code students
(they think I don't notice)
I do...
no smoking in public places
no littering
no running red lights
no killing people
But some rules are questionable:
insistence on school uniforms
in a low-income school
when mom's been unable to launder navy pants
and white shirts
because dad went to jail last night
or the power was cut off
or because the family of eight has to move again
third time in six months
I'm developing the reputation
as the teacher who doesn't dress code students
(they think I don't notice)
I do...
#school
#ignorance
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used
passed from one
to another,
a gift
of torment,
she hid away
her emotions,
drugging
her memories
so she can survive,
returning
to the scene
of the crime,
she is bled
as society
passes judgement
on her,
degrading her,
she loses her will
to keep fighting,
her desire to survive.
to another,
a gift
of torment,
she hid away
her emotions,
drugging
her memories
so she can survive,
returning
to the scene
of the crime,
she is bled
as society
passes judgement
on her,
degrading her,
she loses her will
to keep fighting,
her desire to survive.
#secrets
#abuse
#ignorance
#suffering
#fear
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Diary 1 - Eden
Of all the flowers in the garden
The perfection, shy a petal
A taste like undiscovered heaven
And chromed gun metal
I found the snakes
you said would never bite
I burned the saints
you said would protect me
So you think you're like me
Have you swallowed the last you have
Just to build the courage to strike the match?
Have you cut through the stitches
Just to have it bleed, not because it itches?
So you think you know me
Do you know how long it takes
Before one...
The perfection, shy a petal
A taste like undiscovered heaven
And chromed gun metal
I found the snakes
you said would never bite
I burned the saints
you said would protect me
So you think you're like me
Have you swallowed the last you have
Just to build the courage to strike the match?
Have you cut through the stitches
Just to have it bleed, not because it itches?
So you think you know me
Do you know how long it takes
Before one...
#lies
#betrayal
#LifeStruggles
#ignorance
#deception
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Ace of Fools
Screaming, a little scream now cooling my jets.
Evocative kismet haunting aspersions. Upon my
tallow, of twilight's vanity from a narcissistic
decanter of Forget Me Nots, dripping. Of who is
sweeping her off her feet now as I molder in deep
silence. Sounding my urethra with "Cathy's Clown."
Tapping my cock's xylophone. Screaming, a little
scream, now cooling my jets. Feeling as If I'm a
celebrity.
Evocative kismet haunting aspersions. Upon my
tallow, of twilight's vanity from a narcissistic
decanter of Forget Me Nots, dripping. Of who is
sweeping her off her feet now as I molder in deep
silence. Sounding my urethra with "Cathy's Clown."
Tapping my cock's xylophone. Screaming, a little
scream, now cooling my jets. Feeling as If I'm a
celebrity.
#corruption
#ignorance
#deception
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Between Crackers And A Minuet
What you may harbor in Budweiser beer
fitting it between crackers and a minuet
a long line to washed-out Muenster
canonized by a smoking good cheer
in my dark scribblings hills of beans
bypassing the Tums, something that I et
on the flip side of a planchette marionette
peeling its withered store-bought rind
raising a goose egg of nothing earned
it's a long line to washed-out Muenster
fitting it between crackers and a minuet
fitting it between crackers and a minuet
a long line to washed-out Muenster
canonized by a smoking good cheer
in my dark scribblings hills of beans
bypassing the Tums, something that I et
on the flip side of a planchette marionette
peeling its withered store-bought rind
raising a goose egg of nothing earned
it's a long line to washed-out Muenster
fitting it between crackers and a minuet
#ignorance
#philosophical
#deception
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Damaged
A step further,it creaks at a height.
White crusty lines,some enjoy the ride,
the ride of a lifetime.
Empty,are the waves,shackled by insight.
The little boy behaves,a sigh.
Misty,are the trees,the boy climbs.
The droplets of green leaves,every moment he takes flight.
Uneven, are the Poppy flowers,now black and white.
Now a man. Most destined to fight.
Silent,is the baby,crib mystique.
Who knows,the father,of this child.
A mother digs deep into the ground.
Baby in crib...
White crusty lines,some enjoy the ride,
the ride of a lifetime.
Empty,are the waves,shackled by insight.
The little boy behaves,a sigh.
Misty,are the trees,the boy climbs.
The droplets of green leaves,every moment he takes flight.
Uneven, are the Poppy flowers,now black and white.
Now a man. Most destined to fight.
Silent,is the baby,crib mystique.
Who knows,the father,of this child.
A mother digs deep into the ground.
Baby in crib...
#violence
#power
#HumanRights
#ignorance
#vulnerability
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Superbly Tyrannical
A jealous,or is it envious,woman or man,
hates to give well deserved others
afew manufactured compliments.
Guess they've spent to much time,
with their heads up,in too many butt holes.
"Why aren't you chasing me like the other girls do?"
Beats preaching superbly tyrannical.
© CandyFlossMonet. July 2023
hates to give well deserved others
afew manufactured compliments.
Guess they've spent to much time,
with their heads up,in too many butt holes.
"Why aren't you chasing me like the other girls do?"
Beats preaching superbly tyrannical.
© CandyFlossMonet. July 2023
#ignorance
#emptiness
#emotional
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DU Poetry : Poems About Ignorance Seeking Friendly Advice