Best Disassociate Poems
LIFE
A Bland
Nothingness
Changing our Lives
We all Seek solace within
Allowing oneself to Disassociate
From chaotic and Charismatic Spirits
Discovering nothingness, is quite something
Appealing positivity, and encouraging changes within
Insisting demands ridiculous, unnecessary, and shallow
Fear acknowledges this need to end a chaotic lifestyle
Some fear boring lives intrude on life’s fiesta
There is no need for fear when changing
One needs to relax to keep focus
For creating a new life within
Embraces your solace
Nothingness
A Bland
LIFE
At first I suppose there was the thought of how things use to be; and over time, how things are now. Like the time I thought about a childhood friend
name Dennis, and how I would have loved to see him again. With a guy like Dennis there would have been so many “remember when’s”, and “what? I
never knew that”. We would have talked about all the years that came between and separated us for decades without a word. But you see, a short
while after I wrote about Dennis, I discovered that he had died in a fire many years before. And just like that, all my dreams of ever seeing Dennis again
faded away. So I thought to myself, “How sad, I never knew”. Not even an opportunity to pay respects for a beloved childhood friend. Why did we never
bother to connect or even inquire about one another? Even now, when I think about it, my eyes get watery, but a fresh bash of determination ignites a fire
inside of me. It's the kind of fire inside of me that burns to the
point whereby I want to hasten the chase. I want to find another old friend
before someone else bites the dust. I just want to say, Hi”, or “What’s happening? ”, or “What’s been going on for the past 30 or 40 years”? What is
so wrong with that? We have gone hi tech, but we have also gone far too long detached. Why must we disconnect, disassociate, disregard, and let old times
and memories die? Why can’t we find or take the time? Why can’t we just reconnect if but for a day or an hour to just laugh or cry? There is too much
pain to allow life to go on this way, when otherwise we have so much to gain before we all die. I say no! Life was never meant to be a mad rush to the
freeway only to be backed up by traffic. My quest has already begun. I’m on a mission, and I cannot stop; because I've got light to shine and love to share.
032808 5:15 PM PSTPSContest #325, Brian Strand
Open peaceful conversation to dear white
and black people in the World.
Who does not have enemies
And best friends in life?
I think no one ...huh?....yes!
Accurate answer given.
I have many enemies,
friends and best friends ...yes!
My enemies are:
Racism,
Tribalism,
Antagonism,
Imperialism,
Afrophobia,
Xenophobia,
Hypocrisy
Envy
Hate
Lie
Jealous
My best friends are:
Love
Peace
Kindness
Goodness
Happiness
My friends are :
Some racists, Witches, Liars, Prostitutes,
Tribalists, Xenophobics, Haters, Mediums,
Robbers ...so on.
I think you are so astonishing
As you find out about my above friends.
You can ask me," why do you have wrongdoers
as friends ? "
I can answer you this way , " I was called by God to teach the truth to diffent people.
The target of the Word of God is to help them change,
Then inherit the heavenly Kingdom together. "
I think the great commandant in chief
does not escape in the war.
You heard about many battles
Which the Apostles of Christ faced,
And how they were killed.
I am not the first and
last in this hard
journey to teach some people
who disassociate with you when truth burns
their hearts
As they still wish
To continue doing wrong deeds.
It is an open peaceful conversation,
Dear white and black people of the World
You heard about my side ...What about you?
June 7th /2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
I Remember When
By Curtis Johnson
At first I suppose there was the thought of how things use to be; and over time, how things are now.
Like the time I thought about a childhood friend name Dennis, and how I would have loved to see him again.
With a guy like Dennis there would have been so many “remember when’s”, and “what? I never knew that”.
But you see, a short while after I wrote about Dennis, I discovered that he had died in a fire many years before.
And just like that, all my dreams of ever seeing Dennis again faded away
So I thought to myself, “How sad, I never knew”.
Not even an opportunity to pay respects for a beloved childhood friend. Why did we never bother to connect or even inquire about one another? Even now, when I think about it, my eyes gets watery, but a fresh bash of determination ignites inside of me. The fire inside of me burns to the point whereby I want to hasten the chase. I want to find another old friend before someone else bites the dust. I just want to say, Hi”, or “What’s happening?”, or “What’s been going on for the past 30 or 40 years”?
What is so wrong with that? We have gone high tech, but we have also gone far too long detached. Why must we disconnect, disassociate, disregard, and let old times and memories die?
Why can’t we find or take the time? Why can’t we just reconnect if but for a day or an hour to just laugh or cry?
There is too much pain to allow life to go on this way, when otherwise we have so much to gain before we all die?
I say no! My quest has already begun. I’m on a mission, and I cannot stop, because I got light to shine and love to share.
Cj032808 5:15 PM PST
Self-Realization for Preservation
At 3 and a half I met mom number two
Only after mom number one just wouldn’t do
Nine years have passed, and I survived the abuse
Mom number one took too long to get stable
Now a 12-year-old must choose
I picked mom number two simply because she was all I knew
I’m 33 now and memories are resurfacing
And I begin to feel like the universe has cursed me
Neither of the moms are present and that’s so I can heal
Mom number one denies everything, and mom number two
said she’s sorry for how the thrashings made me feel
Intuition on an all-time high
While so much change is on the rise
Wonderment of it all leads me to the path of my destiny
Now I begin to feel the spirits around me
Who, What, When, Where and How
I’m sure this is my second awakening
The first time I was just a child
I get a journal and set forth on my journey
Archangel Raphael took the wheel this time I’m sure
Only because I was close to making the same mistakes as before
Plucking body hairs to disassociate
Going into a trans state just to hear angels conversate
Almost certain of who’s here as company
Metatron to give inspiration
And Sandalphon has reincarnated into me
Or so I believe, it must be true because
The Divine uses music as a form of
communicating
From where I sit;
From my perspective;
From my point of view;
The lines are clearly drawn.
I need no further debate,
Because the hour is late.
I do not halt between two opinions,
And I need no further persuasion.
A clashing of principles has
Brought us to this occasion,
And the moment is neither
Perfect nor pretty.
There is a clarion call and
At this juncture, none must stall
Because the opportunity for change
Is now, and the hour is very late.
In a way of speaking,
Sometimes all the choices are evil,
But we do not have the luxury
To disassociate or disconnect.
The times have arrested and captured us.
Duty has obligated us, demanding that
We act prayerfully and wisely.
All the pretty lies
That fill my brain
All the pretty lies telling me
I’m insane
So i take a blade to my arm
Then wear hospital socks to hide the scars
Disassociate as to not raise alarm
All the pretty lies you fed
Telling me I’m better off
Dead
All the pretty lies
you thought me
Told me me can harm me
So i let him in my bed
In my head
Father words
Telling me not to fight
So i laughed
And giggled
And sent him pictures
He then used to get me to vape
Momma doesn’t know
i used to use
All the nights she
used to ask why I’m so tired
All the nights she asked about
“That new bruise”
The one that came from you punching me
All the lies you fed
Are the reason
I will be dead.
[Verse 1]
We're supposed to be the good guys
We're supposed to love, love, love
But I just can't see it
these days when I look at us
[Pre-chorus]
You gotta beam in your eye but you point your finger at me!
Turning up your nose, thinking you are better
Spreading hate…spreading hate you disassociate with sinners
[Chorus]
Do not take the Lord's name in vain
Making us feel ashamed
When we accept Jesus into our lives
We take His name, the name of Christ
It's such a shame …all this dissension
How can you call yourself…a Christian
[Verse 2]
We're supposed to reflect his light
But the light shines brighter in the darkness
Not so each fault and sin can be seen
So they'll see God's light Shining through me
[Tag]
Judge not that ye be not judged
Love how Jesus loves
Judge not that ye be not judged
Love how Jesus loves
How Jesus Looooooooovvvveeeessss!!!!!
[Chorus]
Do not take the Lord's name in vain
Making us feel ashamed
When we accept Jesus into our lives
We take His name, the name of Christ
It's such a shame …all this dissension
How can you call yourself…a Christian!?!
How can you call yourself…a Christian,!?!
disappoint, disavowed, disingenuous, displace
disastrous, disapprove, disallow, disadvantage, disaffect
disagree, disappear, disapprobation, disarray, disassociate
disbelieve, dishearten, disharmony, dishonest, disinterest
disguise, disenchant, disengage, disfavor, disgrace
disdain, discredit, discourteous, disconnect, discontent
discombobulate, disconcert, discontinue, discordant
discourage, disdain, disjunct, dislike, disloyal, dismal
disorder, disorient, disparage, disown, disparity, dispassion
dispirit, displeasure, dispossess, discriminate
dispute, disqualify, disquietude, disregard, disrespect
disrupt, dissension, dissociate, distort, distress
distance
Because one does not know is not reason to disbelieve
Even being in the show you still bow down and grieve
You're mind being very petite in comparison to it all
And so your mind does retreat in adding to one's fall
Because you're not sure you choose to disassociate
As if you have such a cure for all of mankind's fate
Often making mistakes obviously not being perfect
In a world so full of fakes it is His Light I see reflect
Always so disparaging where His Love is always kind
And with what do you bring in your God given mind
A shallow and broken vase without His Loving Hand
Even the flowers so do praise and better understand
You can't comprehend the magnificence of His Way
But the message I send in so being is do not betray
For you may well be wrong as you have been before
Never to hear Angels in song not with what's in store
John 4:36
And he that reapeth receiveth wages,
and gathereth fruit unto life eternal:
that both he that soweth and he that reapeth
may rejoice together.
Welcome to The State of Dis Union.
Here are some “dis” words to describe The State of Dis Union.
Dismantle, disruptive, disagree, disrespectful, distract,
Disappointing, disable, discredit, disregard, disobey,
Dislike, disloyal, dislocate, disaffiliate, disrepute,
Disgrace, disaffirm, dishonest, disembark, disinfect
Disgusting, disturbing, dismiss, discontinue, disarm,
Disconnect, disorderly, disassociate, discreet,
Disapprove, dissent, dispute, disorientated,
Disorderly, discord, disadvantage, disbelief,
Displeased, dislodge, disclaim, dishonor, distant,
Disarray, disconcerted, disintegrate, disinform,
Dismal, disown, dispatch, disparity, disguise,
Discriminate, discard, dissolve, distort, distrust,
Discombobulated, disband, discountenance, disaster…
Yep, sounds about right.
I said My son
you have your house
and sometimes food,
You have your phone
and sometimes fuel,
You have your girl
and sometimes friends
are also fools
But an uninspiring vacation
won't work for you
without a sacred green vocation,
a prime goddess avocation
a divine nature revolution
spirit evolution
peaceful resolution
soulful restoration.
What Earth needs now
to hear from you
Is tell Her how
to hear your true.
If you can do that
then She'll share with you
Why you can come home
in life's eco-school
where hearts speak out loud
for laws not so cruel.
Teach us how
to cooperate,
Not compete
to masturbate
old ideas
not so great of late,
White House dreams
flame our heads. Berate
what we need
from where we wait
to plant our seeds
to harvest great
what each one sees
on our knees
saluting trees
with freedom's breeze
to cooperate
and resonate,
not misoperate
too irresponsibly disassociate.
Seeking now what you would find
if your dad's ass weren't far behind
where you would like for us to be
where I listen while you pee
out whatever comes to be
because we plant as our vocation, see
what we harvest as Earth's most fabulous avocation,
Hot Mama green and glorious vacation
Goin' out to green associate
what LeftBrain learned to dissociate
from RightBrain ultra-violate.
In the Heat of the Moment
What do you do when you get in those
awkward positions where you just don’t
know what to do?
I mean, you know that you should
tell, but you’ve been conditioned
by the culture not to.
Snitches are persecuted and ridiculed.
They become outcasts as the masses
disassociate themselves from such a man.
So in the heat of the moment, you stop
and let the madness continue before you.
You try to carry on as if you saw nothing,
but something inside of you tells you that
you should have spoken up about what
you just saw.
Distorted gnashing puppet teeth
Not my face not my face
My limbs are tied by spider webs and I am floating
Why are they staring
They are not staring
But why are they staring
What do I look like?
Why do I look like that?
Papier-mâché heart crumples and the face melts under the pressure of streams from the eyes
Whose tears are these?
Hopeless
I beg you to speak to me
Speak of yourself, your silly ambitions
Your dreams may they haunt you as mine do me
Speak for anything, at anything at all
Speak of me, of them
Just don’t speak of him
If you will speak gently
Speak to the form that resembles a thought
Single and solitary, decadent and callous
Speaking with your mouth renders pain unto my ears
As I can only hear your words, feel your words
Soft echoes thunder lose the shingles of my sanity
I cower beneath you and search for silence
That word mixed with the others seems to kill the life, hurt the pain
That used to be something more than what it lacks to be right now
Down the hall, through the door, out of the window, your loving hatred
Spiteful kindness shakes through the minds of those you’ve randomly chosen to hear our play
The heaven’s confirm your righteousness, but shut off your spotlight
How dare you stand out to speak, speaking never matched the value of your words
Still you speak of them, of him, of her, of the one making it anything but
Still you speak, still you speak, still you gracefully ramble on
Stumble over me, the empty seat in your mind
The movie without an audience
Such things I say to give partner to your existence
How alone you would be if
No one to hear, no one to see, no one to feel
As reality clicks away the figments standing about in your hallway of what only is
Coinciding with the clocks lifespan fading away time to decide
Whether I am still standing at the other end
Waiting for you to speak