deception

Money is One Heck of a Stimulant

Your deceit has polluted the rivers near your villages.

The very rivers that its people rely on for drinking water.

A sip of that poison ignites a plague that turns friends into foes and kin into fugitives.

But where is the antidote? Why do your people continue to fall ill?

It is locked away along with the fortune you made from the production of your deceit.

Money is one heck of a stimulant.

 

I’ve been away for a long time to know why I’ve been in the wrong before.

I had beaten a dead horse and gave CPR to two that had cancer.

I should have known that it was not worth it if the doctors were not going to help treat it.

I was an ignoramus. They have all the knowledge that the world had to offer.

So why not share it with the ambitious and give new life to these once noble steads?

Money is one heck of a stimulant.

 

I long reminisced about a time when the doors were open to tons of villagers with potential.

It was a world that I wanted to be a part of since I was a guppy not yet exposed to mathematics.

A potato infected by a blight and stabbed me warned me that the chief doctors were monsters.

A poor surgeon who tried repeatedly to receive a raise vanished, was slandered, and never seen again.

A coordinator found a shady message in her contract that forbad arbitration and fled to another kingdom.

And I recently heard that the one coquettish nurse was expelled over scrutiny from her personal life.

Why, Dr. Kim? Why do you egg your personnel to choose sides when there are lives that need rescuing?

Can’t we all get along and lay down our weapons? It’s easier to negotiate than to wage war, but no.

Money is one heck of a stimulant.

 

People lose their minds when they fall in love. It’s not just me. It’s a fact of life.

I lost mine to a mongrel who shut me out after a few months and lied directly to my face.

A good friend that I had regretfully wronged had given the doctors the deceit that tainted the rivers.

A clever herbalist that craves drama knows how to brew tainted water to make it appear crystal clear.

Not everyone knows that making up stories to sweep malpractice under the rug is a gold mine.

Money is one heck of a stimulant.

 

The coachman that brought me to this place can call me a whiny little boy if his mood fits.

Just like the kid who offered sage advice to the chief doctors on how to break down barriers.

But that judges the coachman's character more than mine.

It’s an fyi that looks terrible just because he’s wearing it.

But hey, why bother listening to advice that’s more expensive than one’s pride?

The doctors’ salaries are too low for them to spare a dime to make that change.

That’s why that there’s never room for improvement nor for sharing in their greedy hearts.

Money is one heck of a stimulant.

 

I am terribly sorry that your folks never taught you that what goes around comes around.

That your hidden crimes will come back to bite you when you too become penniless.

When you one day get a taste of your own poison when you drink the river you tainted.

What does your life have in store for you afterwards? Can you sleep at night again?

Will people still care when the doctors go their separate ways? What about the pollution in the river?

I will not return to the filth you created to clean it because in the end, the deceit would be even worse.

To change your practice for the better was my greatest wish until I found out how unethical you are.

Now it is to build a fortune of my own so the artist that my heart now beats for can have a bite to eat.

That is the change that you will never see because you are too comfortable smoking the dough you baked.

Money is one heck of a stimulant.

The Birth and Flight of a Phoenix

The storm has settled after a long summer.

The skies are clear, but the damage has been done.

I am charred, left abandoned in the ashes.

The humiliation during the wildfire led to my death.

The world I knew and loved disowned me.

 

But a baby bird had risen out of the ashes.

Despite its weak body, the newborn helped me onto my feet.

It led me away to start anew in a foreign world.

After all that had happened that led to this fire,

I know now that my old name is nothing but a memory

Left to be scorned by bloodthirsty eels.

 

Be free, young phoenix. Fly away and keep your voice close.

They'll be coming for you when they discover you're still alive.

It is better to let them think that you are dead

than attempt to kill yourself putting up a fruitless fight.

 

They can deceive the world all they like, but karma has its ways.

They will always be overshadowed by a much more unified flock.

But for now, I walk alone with no one but the baby bird perched on my shoulder.

I see a bit of my old life in it, but it possesses the need to change;

A quality that the world I left behind is too blind to see.

 

Be free, young phoenix. Fly away and keep your voice close.

They'll be coming for you when they discover you're still alive.

It is better to let them think that you are dead

than attempt to kill yourself putting up a fruitless fight.

 

By the time the bloodthirsty eels see me again, it will already be too late.

Their lack of intelligence is what I have to thank for getting me to where

I am needed most the whole time I have slaved away.

Too bad that they'll never know that I am not the poor unfortunate soul that I used to be.

 

The winter has arrived and the joys of Christmas Day have given the baby bird strength

To regain the fire that I have long-admired since I was no less than eight years of age.

The new year is around the corner and it is more than ready to spread its wings and fly

Like it did four years ago. It amazes me to see how kids grow up so fast.

 

Be free, young phoenix. Fly away and keep your voice close.

They'll be coming for you when they discover you're still alive.

It is better to let them think that you are dead

than attempt to kill yourself putting up a fruitless fight.

 

It is no longer our battle anyway for our destiny lies far away from this mom-and-pop.

Betrayal

Verse 1:
If you tell me that

You don't care about us

About today, tomorrow, and the future

Then I won't care about us either.

 

Chorus:
All the lies you've fed me

Made me cold and indifferent.

With a blacken heart,

I move on without you.

 

Verse 2:
I betray myself

To fulfill your expectations.

Quietly, lightly, I won't care about afterwards

As long as you are happy.

 

Bridge:
Rain falls down the rooftops

Falling down the window panes

Of my dreams.

I let you go.

 

Last-Chorus:
I've come to realize

That life is much better off

Once you are gone.

Farewell, my lover. 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Song I just wrote today about a narcissistic partner/lover who ended up breaking you but setting you up to find someone better than them in the long run that is worthy/deserving of the love you have to offer him/her. It goes both ways.

Snake in the Grass

They say what goes around comes around

And that karma's a bitch

And you'll get back tenfold

Whatever you dish.

 

When you mess with a snake

You are bound to get bit

You were merely a snake in the grass

And now I'm about to chop off your head.

 

For every action, you take

There is an equal but opposite

Reaction you make.

 

So, with a little distraction

And a bit of retraction

In due time, I'll seek my revenge

To gain sweet satisfaction.

 

You think I forgave and forgot

And over time tensions eased,

Well I'm not as passive as I once was,

You won't get off scot-free.

 

You love to play games

And break all the rules,

Never concerned about repercussions

Which makes you a fool.

 

You show no remorse,

Not ashamed in the least,

Nor bother with repentance,

In fact, you seem pleased.

 

I'm reasonable by far,

I see both sides of a story,

But if I stood where you're standing

Then yeah, I'd be worried!


 

 

~Deziraye Wald~

 

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Somewhere Out There

Folder: 
Just a thought!

Hiding in the shadows under unassuming names

Being real has no appeal, they play elusive games

Deception keeps them on their guard, to shun reality

Keeping secrets in the dark, so no one else will see

Taking on identities, to forget daily strife

Writing out fantasies, they live a different life

Dreaming takes them far away, a place they cannot be...

Living in another world... just beyond reality'


            https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=dan6g5a3Dgg


Author's Notes/Comments: 

"Somewhere Out There"

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"Nothing is Better than This"

Folder: 
Just a thought!

An intimate bond sparks a romance

She whispers...

"Nothing is better than this!"

Deception walks in, adding sparks to the romance

She whispers...

"Nothing is better than this!"


Author's Notes/Comments: 

"Deceptive perceptions"

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Dark Days

Folder: 
Just a thought!

D-Day has dawned when the dead are dying

Delving deeply in the depths of disaster

Deposed and denied from diligent delusions

Deceptive dissertation has deemed their demise.


Due a desperate departure from decades of deceit

Drowning in disease and disclosure

Doomed days are done, departing in death...

Dead and dammed to desolate decay.

 













Author's Notes/Comments: 

How Dark is Dat?Tongue Out

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Ignorance is not eternal bliss

Folder: 
Enlightenment

I hate having to write like Dr.Seuss,

But it’s the only way people will listen

I hate having to rhythm a melody,

Instead of straight up spittin

I recognize the irony,

To be writing this in rhythms

But when I don’t I promise,

Nobody gives the time

I wish I could just plainly say,

You’re being lied to

You’re being deceived

But every time without fail,

They write my off as crazy

I’m not telling you to think what I think, or to believe what I believe

All I stress is to think twice,

It’s easy to be deceived

You are welcome to read this poem, and then just simply dismiss

There is one thing you should know though,

 

Ignorance is not eternal bliss

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Costume Forums and Political Science

Treats, and Trickster's ghoulish-ly 
entertaining the popular vote; 
immigration reform is on the ballot
once more, looking more like a 
menu dessert item, condiments 
cost extra.


Masks covered by masks,
Costume Forums, a masquerade 
masquerading day and night, dreams 
and nightmares. Knocking on my 
door with political propaganda as if 
my views were wrong for being 
different than theirs.


There is no US or THEM only YOU

and ME standing united, our fall

divided by a vote, which most live

and die for. The only vote that counts

is what the MAN says; voting is a

systematic approach to classify the

masses, labeled mindsets, puppets,

a trickster's treat.

Soulkritic® 2014©

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I don't vote!!

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