The Elaborate Hoax
The Elaborate Hoax
Written by Wilfred Mellers, Saturday, February 12,2011, @ 12: 05 PM
What if everything you were told was a lie
Would you just lie down and die?
Would you cease to try?
Would you even question why?
Would faith still render all your decisions?
Would there still be religious divisions?
What if trusted beliefs were just works of fiction
Sacred words were an elaborate misconception
Fables taken from other stories
Would you still sing of morning glories?
Would societies morals decay?
Would Sunday be another Monday?
What if there was proof that you are wrong?
Would you refuse and still go along?
What the fool truly believes
Concepts bold he cannot conceive
The deceived follows the blind
Far too scared to be left behind
The hoax convoluted by designed
A contract written but never signed
Words your life was defined
Does this blow your diminutive mind?
Instituted mind control
Paid in full sitting on a bankroll
There is nothing here meant to be funny
It is truly all about money
So easy one can be jaded
Pacify the sheep and for they are easily persuaded
If there is no heaven then how can there be a hell
More fallacies and tales to tell
Foul play uncovered by the sleuth
People don’t want to know the truth
Answer when you are called and do as you were told
Meanwhile the theocracy empties your billfold
Wisdom and knowledge are on parole
Watch the fabrications run up the flagpole
You say I am lacking in faith
Consumed by an unholy wraith
Only the hoodwinked closes their eyes
You can go on and believe all those lies
Stories written ages ago
Just because you wrote it doesn’t make it so
Let the dead bury the dead
In the sand you have already burred your head
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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There Is No God
So youre a self proclaimed messiah
Or maybe a blasphemes liar
A clever hypnotic hoax
A hallowed heretic coax
Who tells these stories so old
No, never the same twice told
Speaking in distorted thruths
I see that thomas wants some proof
Did you come to heal the sick
With one more magicians trick
Ye generation seeks a sign
While blind keeps leading the blind
So you say there is no god
Just a clever mans charade
A once upon a fairy tales fraud
Has God made man or man made god
There is no god
Confused thy talk in parables
Accused thou walk in parallels
A simple game of simon says
This months flavor sciences
Todays fact, tomorrows fiction
Leave the rest to superstition
If knowledge comes from learning books
Wisdom comes from discerning looks
A fool that says there is no god
Dont feel for that sorry sod
Who needs proof then hell believe
I wonder if hes been deceived
There is no god
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Reading my poems
I've always written what was on my mind,
spewing stories of that moment in time.
Each word written,
was painful and enlightening.
My truth,
frightening! !
As I cry through every poem,
about me...
wanting to roam,
there is something I have to say,
no matter what I do,
I'm okay.
I have my faith,
my morals to get me through.
I see that I'm sinking,
my pity has got the best of me,
therefore...
until I fix what I'm truly thinking,
I will never be free.
Not a man...
although easy to blame,
what is wrong,
is me!
Unchangeable Destiny
Fortunes told of the wizard of the green
Dead so it seems
But is he really
An elaborate hoax.
With wisdom the poison will be swallowed
An apprentice so silly
With squandered powers on which he chokes
A destiny will be made.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Misleading Lexis
Misleading Lexis
Written by: Wilfred Mellers, Monday, April 26,2010 @ 9: 50 PM
Came here so naive
Me they want to deceive
No longer in them I believe
What’s up Lucifer’s shirtsleeve?
Not a moment’s reprieve
Treachery they conceive
Who is left to trust?
Satisfaction is there must
Their hearts filled with lust
Pursuing a harem
Liars spewing venom
Words came from their rectum
Clever not for I they’re not fooling
Here instead I am cooling
Their endeavor will need retooling
Sipping cheap wine from a plastic glass
Snakes they are in the grass
Lowbrow having no class
I the clever sleuth
I recognize a half-truth
So asinine and uncouth
Thinking they have me figured out
Their words are lacking clout
For I know what it’s all about
Moist is the dog’s snout
Sincere their words I doubt
Severe will be the fallout
As the player starts to croon
As soldiers march in a platoon
As the dogs bark at the moon
As your reality turns to a cartoon
As your fans no longer after you swoon
As your life they start to lampoon
As your rains turn to a typhoon
As your lies balloon
The music you’ll face real soon
When you no longer carry a tune
When your plum turns to a prune
When your winter comes in June
Fleeing will the fat-rat and so-called tycoon
From you conduct you are no longer immune
Your joy will become a great big misfortune
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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My Words To Be Written
Words can be said, they can be written
they can be funny or sad or informed
words are sought after by everyone
papers, scripts, books, letters or texts
they can gossip, tattle or lie
honest, trust worthy, confusing
written to story or rhyme to rhythm
they can be found in our minds
written or printed they are strong
brought together the bring magic
imaginations, fantasy, real life
many stories and songs by words
have touched the soul with in
my words are to enlighten and entertain your mind
to put you in places we never dreamed
and to think I could of done that
my words to you is my soul to share
written with love, hate and sorrow
take the time to enjoy the words
words make ours dreams come true
poem by Michael Peterson
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Words
Words on this paper
Words in my head
Words while I'm texting
Computing
Unsaid
Words between people
Words on the phone
Words upon words
Even when I'm alone
Words from the Bible
I question
Don't mesh
Words from pornography
Making them flesh
Words with flat letters
Written in black
Good words and bad words
You cannot take back
Words that are shallow
Words that are deep
When they're too many
They put me to sleep
Words that I'm writing
And rhyming you read
Whatever I'm saying
There's prolly no need
Words from the alphabet
Words that can't be
When you are blind
And it's Braile that you see
Words that are worthless
And said on the fly
My words or your words
Are most likely lies
Words in a sentence
Wise words or fair
The only words earnest
Are those said in prayer
Written by Sara Fielder © 2011
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A Real Sellout
A Real Sellout
Written by: Wilfred Mellers, Sunday, September 5,2010 @ 11: 16 AM
It’s for you these words I write
I hope you sleep well at night
My name your words now smear
For you I won’t even shed a tear
Are you happy with the decisions you’ve made?
What about the friends you’ve betrayed?
What about the lies you’ve told?
What about the friends you treated so cold?
At least my conscience is clear
To your friends you were never sincere
You where a friend I once held near
Your cries in the night no one will hear
About yourself is all you care
One day you will end up in total despair
You are mixed up in a dirty affair
Shame is the price you shall bear
Deceitful and spinning a web of lies
You and the Devil are true allies
You will come to your own demise
For prudence you will never exercise
So Many years friendship wasted
Bitter fruits are now being tasted
For you I don’t hold any malice
Any care once held is now callous
My mistake was thinking you were a friend
I thought that you I could depend
I had thought that you were a godsend
I suppose that was all just pretend
This I do without any apprehension
Stricken now your name I shall no longer mention
You are foul, crude, and cannot be trusted
For now of you I am feeling disgusted
Money is where you’ve found your happiness
Your heart one day shall feel the sadness
Wondering through life you trod aimless
You’ve proven that you are truly classless
Thanks for the lookout
You tried you best I doubt
Now I now what you’re all about
You truly are a real sellout
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Ode To Somrit Mellers
Ode To Somrit Mellers
Written by: Wilfred Mellers, Wednesday, February 16,2011 @ 11: 12 AM
My feelings for you are endless
I bear my soul to you in its bareness
Words cannot ever mention
in your arms I find redemption
We are the perfect duet
I thank god the day we met
Over you I am obsessing
You are truly a magnificent blessing
A love so amazingly real
You have that certain sex appeal
There is no better way to spend my days
I cherish you now, here forth, and always
If I was granted only one wish
I would make all your pains vanish
A world without you I want no part
To you I have given my very heart
Even though we are at a distance
You remain my sole existence
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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History?
Has history taught us nothing
but tales and ancient lies?
All wrapped up in stories
not told us by the wise?
Told by the vicars who consecrated death
Told by the rulers
with power in their breath.
Passed on in written words
in books the masses read,
never questioned, never disputed
in the minds they lead.
Slanted stories still present
right to our present day.
Foes of peace seen as heroes
in ungodly ways
and as we live the history writers
will pen each blazing act
as benificent for these difficult times,
more fiction than true fact.
So those who follow in our steps
will read our history book
and what they read will be fantasy
with a different look.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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No More Words
words written down from my head
but the page is cleared
nothings written but
so much was told
maybe some times the
truth is what you can hold
a friend or a foe just some thing
to love oh hate
shit Tennessee Williams told me the
day i stop having pain is the day
am dead
Movado said the weak don't leave
at all
whiles Tupac told me there
a new day ahead just learn to wait
my pain is mine
so why is yours mine
god so much on my mind
so why cant i lie
nothing make sense shit
i cant even finish write
maybe its time to hang it up
and reminisce on what i write
poem by Robert Roberts
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My Mother's Day
My Mother’s Day
(To Doris C. Mellers)
Written by: Wilfred Mellers, Sunday, May 9,2010 @ 4: 35 PM
I can remember back in the day
Being a youth back in Buff Bay
Our clothing you always made
School fee was always paid
Relatives never treating you good
Somehow vigilant you stood
Bearing you always with malice
Tearing down the walls of your palace
I remember growing up with a penny
Love and care we never lacked any
Our garments she would always darn
Amazing things she would make from yarn
My mother would bring me my lunch everyday
That’s my Mom for she is just that way
She’d chase the monsters from under my bed
She made sure her family was always fed
No words that could ever convey
The deepest love I have for her everyday
Above her I would never put anyone
She is brighter than the morning sun
She is the very source of my strength and power
Above all others she’ll always tower
She believes in me like no other
I love you for you are my mother
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Written In Sand
Your eyes are the color of the sea
You look my way and the waves
Wash over me
Your body shivers with the
Fading light
You say, baby, lets just make
It last tonight.
And when the morning comes
You take me by the hand
And say our love is written in sand
Written in sand
We hear the ocean roar
Were swept away on to some
Distant shore
You whisper secrets of the heart
They keep us close when the
World keeps us apart
Until tomorrow comes
Time is on our hands
Because this love is written in
Sand
Written in sand
Solo
Nothing lies between
A woman and a man
When their love is written in sand
When their love is written in sand
When their love is written in sand
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Somrit Mellers
Somrit Mellers
Written by: Wilfred Mellers, Thursday, February 10,2011 @ 1: 38 PM
Sacrifices I’ll make to give you it all
You caught me honey when I was about to fall
I’ll shower you with all my love and affection
You showed me the light for you’re my redemption
Nights we shared filled with so much pleasure
No one compares to you they don’t even measure
Through the years our love will constantly get better
I’ll stay by your side no matter whatever
From the tip of your head to the bottom of your shoe
Don’t you know how much I really love you?
With you anything I’ll try for nothing is taboo
Anything in this world for you I’ll do
Your deepest desires in me you can confide
No mountain to high and no ocean too wide
Inside your love my toes always curl
You are my wife and my favorite girl
You are my life and my one and only
With you no longer I shall ever be lonely
I promised you my very heart and soul
With your love my heart’s in cruise control
Here is my hand to have and to hold
Whatever you need for I’ll never say never
I want to hold you here on and forever
I could watch you sleep all night and day
I’ll never get bored in any which way
You are an angel divine and I’m so glad you’re mine
I love you baby nine times ninety-nine
I’ll worship you my little lotus flower
My passion for you will never ever sour
From your love I could not ever cower
It’s your love I want each and every hour
A vow I’ve made I take it sincerely
My oath to you I take seriously
You’re a vision to me of perfection
You’ve pointed my life in the right direction
By your beauty I am smitten
Your name on my heart it is now written
Down and out my heart was once broken
But now I love you more than any words ever spoken
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Truth And Lies
Honesty flying around
The stories inconsistent
You tell me one thing
Another tells me different
Is there any truth left?
Are your words true words?
I know a lie's alive
I've been assured and reassured
Truth and lies
Fake or real
Messin' with my mind
Just take and steal
I'm not seeing straight
Literally, no lie
My eye for truth
Has been shot down, died
No mistakes and yet regret
Comes here and there and then
But when I step back
The situations a win-win
If your story is but true
I will believe it so
I will have made up my mind
Eyesight no longer blind
If only your mouth speaks truth
And your words are lies
I will pay attention & mention
And your story, you will revise
Ill mention your flawed words
Ill bring to notice:
Your story, you told it
My poem, I wrote this
Never in an ever
Fall for a clear lie
I see much much more
There's truth in my eye
poem by Jared Bradford
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Sacred Utterance Of A Fool
Sacred Utterances Of A Fool
Written by Wilfred C. Mellers Tuesday, August 12,2008
Sitting here feeling down wishing myself out of existence
Thinking nonsense heavily weighs on my mind
Heading nowhere like my life in the fast lane
In the head I suppose I am not a well person
From the bosom feeling hearts ripped
Lacking in purpose an empty shell I now am
Lost in sorrow misery dwells
Absolute zero goes on at times I fancy not well
To you I have written down sad but true my lexicon
With miniature populace I exist in a diminutive world
Maybe if I just slumber, yes for a breather I take
Restlessly it all vanishes in forty winks perhaps
Once it's all gone bye the feelings remembered
I shall then put to pen and inscribe it again
Sadness turns to madness I think too much
The Sun now sets on reality worshiped by a quirk of fate
I have lost you my dear, like so many before
To wonder this perilous land only I am doomed
Bringing forth twilight of my true contentment sought never ponder I
Happiest lying in your arms that brought forth warmness I quest
Redemption I found comforted by what I considered your love
Lost and waiting deliverance sought in my grief
Passive persuasion idiom used unsuccessfully
Carved away truth in ones own perspective
Invisible I stand to the masses passing bye
Reaching out to touch liquid beings through fingertips
Porous my hands that can never hold another
Etherized I lay on gurney not kind
Stride in my shoes and sing the blues
Travel the path I have taken
Sour to highs never taken
A flightless bird with no wings sings
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Will The Words Come Back?
Words slip off our pen
like warm butter off a knife.
They fall in unison across the page
with everything we write.
Then one day the words don’t flow
in unison like they used to before.
They have no rhythm within them
and just become no more than words.
We look at what we’ve written
and there is no bounce in them.
The words become no more than words
once written by a creative hand.
There is no meaning in what they say
they have no heart anymore.
They are just words written on a page
with no rhyme or reason for them being there.
Some call it a writer’s block;
others call it stagnation of the mind.
The creative juices fall away to nothing,
no spark to be kindled,
no emotions to be released,
no protests to be made,
no stories to be assembled
like a jigsaw in your mind.
Just an empty pen with words
that don’t make sense anymore.
Struggles without feeling,
ideas leading nowhere
on a spiralling downward turn.
You are no longer a writer,
your creativity is gone
and the only question you have,
will the words come came back?
13 July 2009
poem by David Harris
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Spoke To The Heart
many will read
few will comment
written words provoked
no response
in heart of emptiness
no answering echo chimed
perhaps these probing words
were not written to you
perhaps your faith
was still fledgling
unable to leave nest
to venture forth
upon world adventures
courage to take wing
was lacking
it was not your time
words never spoke
to your heart
perhaps they were not
written to you
perhaps you never
opened minds eye
perhaps you never will
perhaps this is not
your life purpose
perhaps to lead is
not written upon
enlightened soul
is not an aspiration
also born are those
who must follow
who must serve
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Lies Told To Children
religious incantations,
written with dead bodies,
buried in ditches
with face drawn shovels.
the tint of skin tastes
like things done in the night.
and lies told to children
to let them sleep!
redemption killed
on a desert highway,
left to stink in the sun
of another faceless day.
we are what we have done,
in the final end.
yet we close our eyes,
and wash the blood from our hands!
blame it on the cost of freedom,
a white god with special needs.
religious incantations,
and lies told to children!
written for the spirits of over
100 million Native Americans killed!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Day Of The Dread
Day Of The Dread
Written by: Wilfred Mellers, Sunday, March 4,2012, @ 12: 20 PM
Rose red yet no one speaks for the dead
The blind was foolishly led
No place to lay my weary head
No one listens to the words I've said
Empty is my lonesome bed
Hanging on by a thread
Happiness hopelessly fled
By bliss I was misled
All the books I never read
So many words left unsaid
I thought I was happily wed
Precautions I should have taken instead
The heart hungers unfed
Broken it hides in the shed
Buttered both sides was my bread
The spirit bashed against the bulkhead
Lifeless it rests on the seabed
Nothing it has left to look for ahead
Unfastened fitted bedspread
For lines I never proofread
Sweet words listened by the dread
Arms were always outspread
Forgiveness I once pled
Gold has turned to poisoned lead
Rivers run red
Letters immediately I shred
Shorten are the wings I spread
Sour now is the sweetbread
Descending on a paper sled
Burdens get over fed
Prepared woefully to unwed
Needles now unthread
Ascending struggles the moped
Blues turn a bloody red
Words often misread
Never should I have let you into my head
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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No More Sad Goodbyes
More Sad Goodbyes
Written by: Wilfred Mellers, Saturday, February 18,2012
Go ahead and leave if you want to
You'll never find another as true
No one that will worships you like I do
In this life I would have comforted you
Another love you may fine but not like mine
You will regret one day the love you left behind
Gave you all that I could give
I suffered so you could live
I held you up so high
You gave me wings that I could fly
For you anything I would've tried
For you my love I would died
Our life has been a complete satire
A meager donkey in elegant attire
I thought that I was all you required
But that is not the way things transpired
Abused by explicit grammar
Chilled words beats like the drummer
You were my delicate flower
A fish out of water I now Flounder
I close my eyes and still see you there
I can't believe you no longer care
Sometimes it's just my luck
For loneliness, with you I am stuck
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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