David Byrne Poet I do not know?

Over, Done.

Disconnected senses here 
And raise the stakes to pay
Allot has gone down, as before
Allot that’s still to say
Everywhere I see your kind
Invest in moments lost
Maybe I won’t ever see 
The need for the real cost

Old familiar tunes are played 
Inside my lonesome head
Mercies that I thought were sure
Perhaps the worst is said
Morbid thoughts to come
For all that I have done
Morning blues are prone
To those alone with some

Everywhere for sure
Intentions everyone
More curious to some
Indiscretions, here they come
So what am I to say?
I ask everyone
Perhaps I’ll even feel
Unbelievably, some day

Disconnected, here we are
We that’s everyone
Written down in scar’s
The worst is over, done.

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Connie Marcum Wong August 3, 2010 at 8:38 PM The spirit wanting to disengage from the physical body....yes. I have felt that way many times. Time heals, 'tis true. Aloha, Connie

Linda-Marie Sweetheart July 31, 2010 at 6:28 PM Luv those last four lines David...now u got it my friend... let it go ..over ,done.. enough ... moving on... greener pastures ahead... someone better coming into my life... put out the positive vibes and it will happen... the power of the tongue and voice is awesome..with luv..

M.I.A . July 30, 2010 at 5:15 PM Great! simple yet...deep meaning

Doris Culverhouse July 29, 2010 at 6:43 PM Hello my friend... hope you are having a good night and find much inspiration for your work!

Wilma Neels July 29, 2010 at 4:49 AM Thought provoking and one can relate to your words in so many ways David.. enjoy your day.. Wilma

Gert W. Knop July 29, 2010 at 3:51 AM Enjoyed reading your well written poem, reflections of our soul, David! Have a great day!...And thank you for your comments!...Gert

C.C Bloomsfield July 29, 2010 at 2:13 AM That's what I'm feeling at the moment,an aura of discönnection,I can relate to your verses in many ways. .Maybe through disconnection,through my own space,I can find 'Me',again.Great work David!C.C

John Rhinem July 29, 2010 at 12:58 AM Smile ~ "Yes," I do believe in the need for certain dis-connections also! Like perhaps, the ever evolving and shifting spectrum called love; for love has many different layers and flavours yet, pure undefiled love, should always be held tight unto, no-matter what colour it may become....Where as, the other question to myself vital would seem; who or whom should be the severed; especially, when love presents itself often, shadowy to say the very least...."Much Love & Warmth, Always," John!:) ~

Caroline Cécile Delacroix July 28, 2010 at 9:04 PM Interesting write, David! Yes, I think a time of disconnection is also a hand that life gives us in the healing process.

Andrea Dietrich July 28, 2010 at 7:03 PM Like P.D said, the ending really hits the nail on the head. I think you have to live this to write it this way! Luv, Andrea

Poet Destroyer A July 28, 2010 at 6:07 PM Very interesting David, your last stanza hits the nail on a lot of situations going on these days. Right now I feel very connected to your words in your poem. Have your self a nice one,..p..d