Best Disassociated Poems
The yellow neon sign casted a glow upon his chiselled cheekbones as the bustling sounds of a city that never slept droned on.
He carried his troubles with him, like a worn out cloak, weighing him down in his every step. His mind was entwined in a thorny thicket.
He has been haunted and bewildered since his introduction to her in a smoky speakeasy.
She was a siren shadow amongst strangers of the night, whispering his name in the breeze, intoxicating his psyche with a tempestuous flame.
She entangled him in a perilous dance, playing a game of chance.
Their encounters were like unbridled wildfires. She captivated him, consuming his soul with her potent allure. He felt engulfed, delicate as a feather in a storm, swept away by her force.
However he was a moth enticed by a relentless flame, she incinerated his dreams and made him feel hopeless. In the end, he succumbed to the hounds of disassociated reality.
His story concluded in tragedy, leaving his loved ones cries to echo through the empty streets of a heartless city.
Categories:
disassociated, dark, death, imagery, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
The night turns into day
Here I am once again, gay
Confused
Disassociated and abused.
Though, I was born this way
It was a life to choose
Mentally I faltered talking on an image
Lacking self-respect for who I was
Of who I chose to be
Consider it an open invitation for humiliation and discrimination
Or consider it a conversation between the right and wrong in you
The weak and strong in you
Still the night turns into day
As the month’s fade to years
But who am I to shed a tear
Who am I to not be okay
With being gay
Categories:
disassociated, deep,
Form:
Rhyme
Professor Gorey
always had a story
filled wit guts and grim
til most folks around these parts
those with their full share of smarts
asked her where she grows her monolithic glory.
Grim Reaper
is not my heart's keeper
and I thank you so for asking
just what I see as our life tasking,
to face our fears as monotheistic sleepers.
Professor Gorey
how could your story
of climatic strangulations
and cataclysmic slaughter of multiple reiterations
do other than make us monotonously snorey?
Earth's story can wake you up
if you drink Her with half-full inducting cup
rather than gulping with competition
while choking for want of cooperation
between what's contracting down
why's polytheistic up.
What is this mystery
we cannot see?
of breathing ego down while eco-up,
soothing prickly cats by playing gooey pups,
confusing what might become communion
with how we choose to competitively be?
You've asked me well
so I must tell,
my deep gory fertile mystery
of permaculture ecosystemic history
is what makes our regenerating health
co-evolve so cooperatively swell,
overcoming LeftBrain v RightBraun
disassociated hell.
Categories:
disassociated, creation, culture, dark, environment,
Form:
Limerick
She was frozen out in the cold
Blocked out by the blaring calls of sanity
She couldn't move,she couldn't think straight
She was on her own. Alone
Her silence amplified by her inner most emotions
Disassociated from her conscience,she groped in the darkness for some answer,a key
To any way out.
But everything she held onto crumbled under her fingertips
There was no leverage nor any compensation for the fall that followed
She hit the floor hard. Caught in the slipstream of rhetoric questions
Momentum carried her over the edge
Her defences,she put so much faith in, disappeared.
The silence was deafening.
She was Alone!
The revelation was a blow to her ashen mindset
The realisation took what little strength she had left
The fight was over. She let go.
The air left her lungs.
She took the punch. Held onto the hand of death
Her life meant nothing now.
She was finally free of all the convoluted lies
Her life was o'er . She could finally let go.
Geniuskin
Categories:
disassociated, obituary, pain, sad love,
Form:
Ballad
Earth resounds rational
restoring harmonic faith
in an omnipotent universal
double-entry accounting and governing
ego-eco balancing system
WinLeft only to also WinRight,
And cooperatively researching
EgoYang/EcoYin positivenergy co-relations
co-incidents
co-arising WinHealth-WinWealth--
further revolving health/wealth multicultural events
of creolizing herstory,
macaronic
co-acclimating
transubstantiating
nurturing nutritional
bottom line cooperative
not nonzero-sum Right inductive
and zerosum Left deductive
extending family roots of ZeroZone
ecopolitical and personal
secular and sacred
LeftEgoNature and RightEcoSpirit flow-power.
We probably could
bicamerally imagine
a bilateral omniconsiderate
integrative should co-operate
as Whole Open System
of generalized
metaphysical polynomial inter-relationships
intra-reassociated relationals,
PositivEnergy nutrition principles.
Left deductive yet cooperative scientists
uncovering never LoseLose devolutionary
dysfunctional NegativEntropic ExFormation
rediscovering devolution down and out and in
toward ZeroSum double-entry,
not this
not that,
Tit for Tat
WinWin Game PolySystemic Theory.
Right inducing sacred invention
of Left's secular Ego-Titsical idolatrous reborn identity,
ZeroZone within mortal sinner skin,
is appositional dipolar
to Right MindBody's
ongoing original timeless Ego/Eco DNA
thymine/cytosine Harmony,
WiseElder hydrogen/helium
nature/spirit
Convex/Concave Resonance.
Polyphonic bilateral
ZeroZone polynomial
heuristic health-wealth systems,
whose total open everyday personal system
WinEgo/WinEco consciousness
would double-bind cancel out
all notnot polynomially disassociated questions
about all pathologically isolated climate problems
Resolving resilient integrity pathologies
could therapeutically result in
timeless feelings
sublimeLeft/subliminalRight
polynomial ZeroZone as also not(not-polynomial) ZeroSum
WinEgo as also WinEcoPolyPhonic Resonance
and LoseLove's Resonance
as also Lose EgoPolyPathic Integrity
double-binding deficits.
Yin/Yang within
not knot-squared
and cubed
and fractailed...ZeroZone bell curves
of and for fractured Universally Resilient Health
riding HereNow's remaining Wealth.
Categories:
disassociated, caregiving, health, humor, math,
Form:
Political Verse
My hearts beats
heavy in my chest,
As steady as
the tapping of your foot
on the linoleum.
The dripping faucet,
the ticking clock,
the bubbling coffee maker.
Only in silence
does noise grow loudest to the ears.
My very own movements
feel foreign and unnatural,
As disassociated as you in my kitchen.
rebecca cloward
Categories:
disassociated, anxiety, love, poems, sad
Form:
I have nothing against the Cinderellas
of successful society.
Cinderella finds her opportunity for freedom
for love, hopefully,
goes for it,
and it works out for her
and all the Prince Charmings,
wherever they are hiding from my life.
Anyway, all good news
as far as this story goes.
But,
the plight of Ugly StepSisters and Brothers
deserves more compassionate empathy.
True,
they borrow too heavily from Evil StepMother's playbook,
her monocultural empty-empire building manual
"How to compete for passion and pleasure
natural wealth
without sufficient impassioned
spiritual health"
Still,
StepMom didn't write this manual alone.
This scripture is as old as lack of requited love
our severed selves.
And,
what are the karmic outcomes for these Sisters,
lacking grace
to invite Cinderellas to share their space?
A decade
a year
a month
a day,
an hour,
a minute,
a moment devoid of choosing integrity's warm possibility,
humor facing absurd lust for monolithic power,
blind hope to control healthy life
at least spirited enough to dull awareness
of inevitable natural dying alone,
results in living too much lonely
consuming absence of full loving life,
producing integrity of compassioned pleasure
Disassociated disrepair
eats and addicts acids of empire-defensive despair
until nutrients of isolation mature
into toxic self-disserving Evil StepSpinsters
and bully UnBrothers
Monsters spinning tragic runaway addictions
breeding chaotic anger,
fear of our darkness, our mortal trauma terror,
our lack and misery and loss,
hating our own unredemptive suffering.
Ugly StepSisters are stuck
in silos of their own discontent
echoing Evil StepMother's voice
foolishly demanding patriarchal satisfaction
with a closed RightHand dominant fist
when grace is hers and his to choose
by merely opening Her heart
to radically compassionate
co-empathic curiosity
and win/win pleasures
of unconditional warm hospitality
for all our Cinderellas,
Prince Charmings,
more oppositionally defiant StepSisters
and homophobic UnBrothers.
Categories:
disassociated, anger, beauty, blessing, cinderella,
Form:
Political Verse
I was afraid from early on to act on my passions,
because the price was too high,
life too fragile.
Instead, paying the high price of developing a fragile life
because of its been afraid to toughen.
Afraid,
believing that I did not have the right to forge a place of my own liking and compatibility in the world.
Still believing.
Still facing the unbelievably entrenched fears:
How little I can let myself, my passion, ME be me.
Someone deeply believed that my nature as a human being must be disassociated at all costs,
and I learned it.
I know it is not only me.
Others face the agony,
the excruciating pain of traveling from disassociation to identity.
And my life must not now be over.
I can still have the things I want, but I don't know how.
I have not had a family,
I have not kept faith and traveled with friends.
I have not pursued making the world need my skills and contributions
as part of the machinery of life.
I have not made my identity with myself and with humankind.
Orig 1983
Revised 2011
Categories:
disassociated, introspection, life,
Form:
Free verse
History publishes eco-political winners
and probably not mystery marginalized also-rans.
NeoCortex dominant pursuits
of growing cognitive information,
knowledge and facts,
comprehension of Earth's regenerative
and degenerative systems
and cosmological nest-network;
these objectives evolve scientific politically empowered paradigms
fueled by our collective economic investments of time and money
understanding of their relational contexts,.
All our biggest and best rational research projects
are multiculturally empowered
by anthropocentric political choices
to invest in cooperative economic promulgation relationships
of neurosystemically accessible discovery.
In this anthro-sensory enlightened market
choosing among alternative methods for comprehending
positive and negative co-relations
within an eco-politically privileged anthropocentric laboratory,
within an anthropological family,
within LeftBrain dominant articulation
of healthy-regenerative
and pathology-degenerative outcomes
within multicultural languages
a cooperatively-held paradigm of scientific method
disassociated from sacred ecological
and organically interdependent
Whole EarthTribe panentheistic
empowering and disempowering systems.
Evolution of personal and familial,
community and national
and global learning
follows a string of historically sustained
LeftBrain verbally dominant
anthropocentrically economic
and political choices
about which positive
and negative co-relationships
matter
Within our polyculturally climaxing/collapsing
Gaian Hypothesis,
and which will keep you too mysteriously
synergetically
mysteriously
intuitively
re-ligiously
sacred ecologically unpublished
and untenured
Unless you are one of the few
still eking out a living
in the indigenous wisdom
PolyTheistic
NonDualistic
pre-Anthropocene
bicamerally co-intelligent
ReLigious History of Mystery Department.
Categories:
disassociated, culture, destiny, health, science,
Form:
Political Verse
who ask YSIC about who watches them watch countless MPEGs of people’s posted antics that pile up a profile of their tagged interests,
who believe convenience and expediency are more important than their right to privacy, conceived as an abstract concept of the elderly,
who are betrayed by the telecommunications industry they think serves them but ignores Constitutional rights to due process and even freedom of speech,
who post supercilious comments publicly, assuming they have the protection of anonymity because they hide behind a hash tag or screen name,
who, hands free, carry on conversations with the air, like schizophrenic lunatics, speaking to virtual colleagues, even incommodiously in the commode,
who require medications for ADHD and bi-polar disorders, never making the connection to their constant multi-tasking, dividing their attention,
who “can haz” perpetual amusement lolling at LOL sites, impersonally spamming inboxes worldwide with their latest animal pic find,
who post videos to social sites of the last vestiges of actual experience witnessed, and often disrupted, to make their disassociated lives downloadable,
who refuse to turn off their ringtones, assuming all potential calls more important than any movie, play or concert they might attend,
who think they’re the source of the Arab Spring and 99% strong because sometimes they can pull off a successful flash mob,
who are misled into believing they have influence and choice because there’s an app for that.
Categories:
disassociated, computer-internet, parody,
Form:
Free verse
As for the Silence of Clouds
By David J Walker
How random the trek of thoughts
Floating through the grey ether of imagination
In connected but disassociated ways
Like stray clouds
Passing by with
Nothing to say
Each a form of its own meaning
Needing to be painted on a canvas
of thick paper and plain words
A descriptive colloquy pray
Prayed and then captured
Before it disbands and
disappears forever
Before threatening storms
Categories:
disassociated, immigration,
Form:
Rhyme
In Systems Theory
there hides a transparent bias toward positively resilient systems
And there hides an unfortunate bias toward magically created
mechanistic systems
Competing in hierarchical global networks
empowered from sublime Above
and from Outside
domination by missionary zealous soldiers,
LeftBrain elitist owners
and their diabolical industrial worker flies,
Including a few elite wiser and smarter predative inventors
of ever-better and faster and convenience-enhancing mechanical systems
for burning limitless positive energy
to worship on the alter altar of business-like consuming industry;
Unlike synergetically balancing Earth,
our intellectual WholeSystem integrity-balance exemplar,
Earth icon of organic superego
cooperatively self-governing good healthy climates--
sacredly interdependent systems,
Heard and health-watched and wealth-languaged
back in animistic days
of humane/divine nature-spirit nondualistic philosophical reflection
with religious experience,
spiritual-natural extended family trust relationships
Suffering from loud nightmares
prophesying and professing future awe-enlightening
mechanistic Rapture harvests
of all unripe ego eggs
still unworthy of full competitive monotheistic life,
Distracted by disassociated threats,
by pathologically non-performing autonomous Fail-systems
headed terrified away to Lose economic thunder
and Lose empowering potential integrity
and Lose ecological trust relationships
and Lose theological opportunities for future communion
and Lose natural spirit synergy,
and Lose deadening nature v spirit subclimates,
absence of environmentally re-empowering karma.
Secular commodified mechanical systems
become distracted by graceful
truthful
trusting
integral animistic love,
healthy active WinEarth to WinEgo positive outcome trajectories
for one globally healthy
organic
permaculturing system
Restoring polypathic justice
to divinely humane ZeroZone SystemSouls,
Reweaving formative forests and rivers and oceans
into re-connecting green gospel-singing EarthMother,
healthy Gaian EcoSystem
and Her season-fractal subsystemic
non-mechanical climate healers
of organic growth
and resilient
polypathic
healthy wealth development.
Categories:
disassociated, anxiety, care, caregiving, health,
Form:
Political Verse
Discombobulated and Disassociated
the Identity in Feeling Real.
Fragmented and Piecing
Together Craziness
Helps Cope with
Misconstrued Beginnings
The endings in
Personalities Emerging
A Frenzied Madness
What is?
Really Really?
Who is ?
Really Real?
Time lapsed Laziness
Haze filled Gazing
An Identifiying Marker
Around life's Corner
Living inside Multitutes
Breaking born Freedom
Surviving amid Atrocities
Living the Abusive
Dazed into Raging
Feeling Behind
Humanities Cruelities
Discombobulated and Disassociated
the Identity in Feeling Real.
Categories:
disassociated, abuse,
Form:
Free verse
It's not true
that Original Taoist Laotse
did not say
Laughter in response to his teachings
was his outcome indicator of deepest nature-spirit-mystery
comprehension.
It's not true
that laughter could be disassociated from
agapic bliss
or erotic baptisms.
It's not true
that laughter can feel any distinction
worthy of a label difference
between erotic bodies and agapic minds,
nor did Laotse.
Where the body's erotic love and terrors lead,
the political mind goes with and as and for
and away from.
Where mind's agapic love
and disempowering fears and angers merge,
eco-normic body value-transfers,
willingness to invest and divest,
go with and as and for
and away from.
How could erotic Yang political nature
ever become separated from Yin's spiritual eco-normic agape?
without decomposing laughter's cosmic health insurance issues
and promise of deeply discounted reassurance rates
and raves that we really are talking synergistically about climate exchange,
when every suffering person
and other endangered tribes, knows
we need a revolution for climate happy health
that could peacefully and justly absorb
all our dyspeptic pathology,
rooted in LeftBrain anthro-ego's sobering hubris.
Categories:
disassociated, beauty, body, happiness, health,
Form:
Parallelismus Membrorum
I hate what is happening.
It seems that there is in fact no good way out.
All I can think about is failure, futile future.
No end, a dead end,
no joy or happiness,
nothing worth the pain and suffering.
I'm becoming less and less able to express myself emotionally.
A retrogression, a return to fear and panic,
not knowing, not feeling, scared, losing control,
feeling disassociated from my life again,
my emotions headed one way,
me running scared another.
The old things that always haunt me
angry, scared, threatened, scolded, mutiliated, intimidated, lost, wrong,
mostly wrong,
like I should be some other way,
I should be different than I am.
I should be something different than I am.
I should not bring pain and suffering to people.
I don’t like the pain in my stomach.
But there is also some familiarity about it.
A blow that was too familiar,
too common in my growing up and usually meant loss,
loss of will, of love, of hope.
It feels too familiar, like there would be nothing that could be done now.
Something would be taken away from me and I couldn’t stand that anymore.
I think that might be what used to petrify me when I would get in trouble in school or anywhere else when I was young.
A terrifying sense that something deep in my gut or deep in my balls was going to be taken from me.
And so, I'm glad that I'm gone--
the only way to preserve the fantasies of my heart and not be wrenched about as bits of my soul tear away;
reality, like pumice, scarring into my heart that fantasies are part of hopelessness.
This is the first time that I have come to this way.
I wish I could move out of my skin and find something that I don’t have much idea what it is.
In an away place,
in mist,
outside of any reality at this point.
It just has to happen.
1983
Categories:
disassociated, angst, lost love, me,
Form:
Free verse