Best Dissociate Poems
Life As Perceived Reality
We believe and think what beings we are;
Juiced up ready to expel our seeds
to create new generations of replications.
Each with different bumps and rinds divided within,
but in the end, can we really tell one from the other?
What history was written? What tales were told?
Where would our essence go next?
The lemon and lime ponder the finality
Destiny takes us through each vector
and we live life as if it matters.
Reward and struggle makes the day important
to the ones who stay.
Why-wherefore queries would often seem
to lead to equivalent questions but from different questioners.
shall we all arrive at the same conclusions in circulations?
Semantic variables confuse and dissociate until the "why"
split like a atom becomes a force to be reckoned with,
an uncontrollable exhortation which like the wild stallion
is difficult to tame.
We excel in greatness born of trauma, ending in trauma
the pluralistic motivator of the human race
without which, all would all die as a mundane abstractions.
There has to be, more than soul malnourishment
or psyche incompatibilities that fire the ovens of our discontent.
But for the millennium of existence
man's emotional evolution progresses little,
All of the incarnations and soul needs
have been left unsatisfied and yet we still hunger
for a messiah to complete our missions.
.
The free will of maneuverability concedes
the interpretation to mean a narrow winded road
with little room to avoid oncoming traffic;
an open highway with eternal destinations
that never seem to close the open gaps
between the beginning and the end,
until one learns that the beginning was the end
Glory in goodness, as darkness will surely follow.
The earth sends this message with each rotation
In radiant awe and heart hurting sadness
Possibilities are endless it is said.
Once chosen the now becomes the beginning
and the possibilities again become
endless until the final second
when it all ends as prescribed by the prescriber.
Perhaps then, one may see clearly
what was before us all the time
and is thankful that the curtain
finally closes on the succession of plays.
One day my body had stopped
I did not know I had dropped
With little notice this story is true
That the mind can actually take a detour
What happens is that relativity becomes skewed
Shaken by an energy unknown
Either to protect your mind from working hard
Or just dissociate with unkind souls
So my body had just stopped
I did not know I had dropped
Shaken by an unknown energy
It took a lot of my synergy
The story goes that my battle had started
In my mind and in my soul, cutting down my body
The reality is that I was not myself
An intriguing Will that had stopped
I can not say how it happened
It just had, it was lack control of reality
If your born to do something great
Your body becomes well aware,
And goes to another state
It losses it's Will to go on
It's like it has lost it's leader and that is you mind
The battle within is only cured by self awareness
So my body had just stopped
I did not know I had dropped
Shaken by an unknown energy
And that is my mind......
So uncollected and defenseless toward others
It was others that I was to concerned about
So this should finally come out
That others is not my business or my happiness
Or my happiness is not what I have
It is who I am, I am Happiness
So my body shook and trembled
Once was lost in thought or disconnected
Was connected and feelings arrived
These feelings are now mine
So my body had dropped, but it recovered my soul
So the body can call out to oneself and discover
That to bring back reality is to accepted
Accepted the life that was given to you
Even if your body does not move
It is the mind that battles internally
Till one just stops and realize internally your safe
What part of the story did not make sense?
Is it that your mind arrived before your body?
Did it stopped to read some of these words?
Your body can arrive but are you Willing
Willing to survive the world out side your mind
So my body had dropped
But my mind keeps on fighting
This is true even after we are sleeping
Even a mention of his name is inspiring
The father of the theory of psychoanalysis
And the inventor
of id-ego-superego hypothesis
His profound thinking was instrumental
In shaping movements in art & literature,
Surrealism is solely based on Freudian
concept
Oedipus-complex still is a hot theme
For novelists and men of letters
The first man to dissect dreams
in Interpretations of dreams
and dissociate them from the haze of mythology
Without him we would not have understood
the basis of psychological ailments
For his theory of subconscious
paved way for curing many functional
disorders...
I took a wrong turn as I memorized a sonnet and uncovered a limerick.
I uncovered a subject matter that I would never treasure.
Red open garments clouded my consciousness.
I regret that I didn't
discard the newspaper that featured fireside poems and wished that I could relieve the moment.
I sought confession, fourteen-hour workdays…anything that would relieve
me of the sight and memory of the indecent limerick.
However, I didn't
recall treasures
that obscured further poetic consciousness.
As soon as I removed the newspaper my consciousness
forced me to relieve
the poetic experience through the rhythm, rhyme and subject matter of fireside treasures.
I grew indignant of the methods newspaper employed to promote the limerick.
I wished that the newspaper didn't have funds for color printing.
Somehow I didn't
consider that the consciousness
which envisioned the foreshadow of the limerick
would relieve
my clouded mind and enrich it with worthier treasure.
Possibly, I subconsciously treasure
the obscene because I didn't
forget the minute details of the piece, thought I hope that I relieve
myself of such memories through amnesia and renewed conciousness.
I hope that leisure permits to me to acquaint myself with poems that cause dissociate from the limerick.
Five words:limerick,treasure,consciousness,didn't,relieve
In quantum mechanics particles remain entangled
And connected over huge distances.
So that actions performed on one particle
Still affect the others in the web or wave.
Einstein called entanglement "Spooky at a distance"
Because he couldn't explain the fate of Schrödinger's cat.
In a strange twist of fate, scientists
Discovered a new phenomenon called 'rhyme'
Which was related to 'strangeness' of quarks.
Rhyme was the missing link between entropy and entanglement.
Rhyme was what kept particles entangled by strong reason.
But the law of entropy ensures that ordered entangled particles that rhyme
Must dissociate fast to maximum disorder, releasing huge amounts of energy.
The breakthrough came when NASA employed poets to entwine reason and rhyme
To create Rhyme Drive, a quantum ion drive engine beyond belief,
Which was capable of getting a spacecraft to Mars in 42 minutes flat.
Speed of light shattered by rhyme and reason, science and poetry enwrapped in strangeness.
So it was dawn at Cape Canaveral for launch of Rhyme 1 to Mars,
With gaggle of poets and scientists on board the first flight,
Ready to prime and prompt Rhyme Drive to cite and perform.
No need for sandwiches, as this touch and go return flight, would be back before lunch.
Hawking and Branson embraced, and cheered the lift off Rhyme 1
Waving a banner "Rhyme Warps Time, See You Soon"
Low spirits and utter despair,
She had lost all her flair,
Time stagnated !
How long could the wait last,
Dejected heart to the full to blast,
Incurable hopeless !
Sun could not shadow gloominess,
Her very being deprived of happiness,
Hope against hope !
The injury quite a deep and severe,
His vengeance extremely clear,
The wretchedness !
Don't suppress else will depress,
Just look beyond there's life,
End up melancholy, live to strife,
Shun sadness !
No recession can everlast,
Essential to counter depression is,
Dispassion,
Dissociate,
Flagellate,
Backfire,
Slam your passion !
Be sassy and warble !!
Written on 30/5/14
Contest- slamming battle round -2 ( my highs my lows)
Sponsor- Verlena S Walker
Awarded 3rd place
Now for contest- Any old poem will do #2
Sponsor- SKAT A
Should we write in form to make a shape
Or let our minds run free, associate?
Such tangled webs within the mind are draped
Oh, to run as free as antelopes
But from sharp tigers noone will escape
Can we control , disarm within a shape?
Love’s enacted falsely , making rape
Inside our hearts shall we recover hope?
Such tangled webs the curtained mind creates
Round the marbled minds we half dazed traipse
Wherever we go hunting, we’re too late
Can we control our fear within a shape?
Collapsing faith cracks , can we concentrate
Or from the deal , do we dissociate?
Such tangled webs of mind make ripe our hate
Now sex compels but will can’t procreate
Can kindness smile and friendship instigate?
Should we write in form when we love shape?
Our mingled maps of mind might mangle fate
Roses come with thorns, so they say.
That life has its sweet and sour taste, so it is believed.
Peace come after conflict, then it is enjoyed.
Sacrifices and bearing pains open the narrow path to God.
Is it the muse of foolish poets who manipulate words...
Or the delightful musician who could seduce with melody...
But what should we say of the charms created by the magical voice..
I wonder at my very existence, did I come to live or made to live...
A thorn of a rose pricked my index..
And here I am...lost in a muse,
gazing at one drop of blood, priceless...
yet it gets lost so easily,
Down it goes to mingle in dust and gone,
Taking what I reaped from a careful diet...
It took me so long to regenerate life in my body time and again,
Battling from odd enemies.
Yesterday's allergy, today's virus and tomorrow's aging cells.
But the most dreadful...human beings!
Who are we... what are we?
If we cure and kill.. and kill and cure...
The blood trickles, one drop lost in dust like thousands of drops lost in a storm of destruction..
Let me check..
It has no name, but it is red and liquid...
Do other human...at least the way I'm identified...has red blood?..
Are they made of elements same as mine?....
What legacy I'm to.leave for the next generation?..
Is there a way to dissociate roses from.thorns?....
Please tell me...
When the dawn of gaiety emanates
And sorrow seems to dissociate
When hard work is finally culminated
Distress seems to frown for revenge
When the past is cast into oblivion
And the present sews its shameless patches
Its ugly head appears to pierce through the seam
Breaking apart the lovely product of the present
On the verge of touching the future
A piece of the past falls
Spattering and interrupting the present
Preventing the midas touch of the future
When trust appears and seems to console
The present embraces it and clings on
And when effort propels you to future, trust disappears
When trust is neglected, present is devoid of future’s sight
When distress bursts out laughing, trust blames present
And present helplessly abnegates to trust again
With the touch of future as its collateral
But finally accepts trust’s betrayal as a wonderful plot
It's the core of impartiality,
The depth of equality.
None out-does the other.
That's about me and her.
We impersonate love and court it fully,
Dissociate from cogs and man made pulleys.
Look at her whiten jealousy,
As i cut off lusty fantasies.
Our acts are real,
Perfect two way seals.She locks i unlock vice-versa,
Two compliments no trespassers.
We handle problems personally,
Make decisions Biblicaly.
True verses from songs in our hearts,
Love heals lies hurt.
By M.O.O aka Carswell the impersonator.
The often unnoticed first strategic step
in bullying
is to isolate.
Religious
political
economic
and/or sexual bullying
begins, already,
feeling entitled to pervasively disempower,
dissociate,
disinvest,
unenlighten,
excommunicate,
lock up,
terminate from employment,
send to the reservation,
asylum
ghetto,
wrong side
of the LeftBrain dominant
self-righteous tracks.
Deeply separate,
divide and, thereby, expose
and bully
that Other,
or those Others,
who need to learn their place,
separate and deservedly unequal,
to relearn their divinely-inspired space
of oppression
neglect
punishment
For being wrong,
too needy greedy,
too ignorant,
uneducated
simple
quiet and sneaky
*****
unbinary
effeminate
pretentious
hypocritical
weird looking, sounding, smelling,
frightening
angry
threatening...
Such alien Others
are first isolated
at least by disreputation,
then abused
First neglected
shunned
Othered
alienated
unaccepted,
Then ridiculed
used
raped
vilified
Blatantly and falsely accused
of being motivated
to dismiss
and impoverish
the monoculturing Bullies
through stealth
or by speaking their lying,
biased
self-serving Truth
Which is always ignored
until They get too uppity
again.
Bullies
and their Victims
are, thereby, deprived
of experiencing compassionate
cooperatively appreciated
and co-invested
dialogue.
Bullies
and their Victims
thereby declare and suffer wars
where everyone,
including plants and animals,
soil and water and air quality,
suffers and loses
except, in the bookkeeping department,
the military-industrial
short-term corporate profit Bullies
Who will not realize
their self-victimizing
long-term health and safety losses
until degeneratively isolated
from all prospects for a livable
sustainable
humane
sacredly compassionate
EarthTribe health and safety
future climate
regenerative resilience.
Feeling everything at once,
And nothing at all.
Numb?
Maybe.
Just may be the medications,
My therapist says,
Meditation.
The answer,
The problem?
Is manic depression.
Some say disorder,
I scream.
Obsession.
The doctor’s dose me,
I obliged,
Just because I don’t want to die.
Addiction killed my soul,
Reprive,
Or spiritually die.
I just want to be alive.
A life.
What is a life without drugs and pain?
What’s living without suffering?
Show me the way,
To live and let live.
Who is your God?
Because,
Mine is forgiving.
Please,
Forgive me.
Again and again,
I tried to end the pain,
Insanity speaks to me.
I’m learning
To drown it out,
The whack of the wheels spinning,
My sanity is left spinning.
I do and I do,
To get absolutely nowhere.
Knock, knock,
No one’s there,
Dissociate the demon,
Defiling me,
Let me prevail
And find inner peace.
How when mania continues
To feed the insanity in me?
Depression is lessened,
Didn’t let it destroy me,
Not yet,
Not ever.
Unleash the beast,
Bring out the happiness in me.
Bring out the purity,
Show me faith,
In my higher power,
In myself,
In my sobriety.
I seek forgiveness,
Seek out and expel
The sinner in me.
Manifest glory,
Manifest positivity,
Manifest me.
Make me the better version of me,
Unmask the beauty.
Help me,
Please.
Give my strength purpose,
Show me my worth,
Walk the line with me,
Single me out
And erase my shortcomings.
Come to my side,
Walk beside me,
God.
Show me mercy
In my recovery.
Relapse is no longer an option,
I opt out of relapse city,
Don’t criticize the addict,
Criticize the disease.
Behold,
The glory,
How great it is
That that disease never did
Manage to destroy me.
Thank you God,
For having mercy on me
Through abuse, addiction and insanity.
I thank you on the daily,
You’ve never lost faith in me,
Forgive me for my honesty,
Let me face humility
And humble me.
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
1. I am beautiful inside and out
2. I will love myself first
3. I will learn something new about myself everyday
4. I will plan for my future
5. I will say no to any and all types of abuse
6. I will love those who love me
7. I will say so when ever i want without feeling guilty
8. I will have a personal bank account in my name only
9. I will earn respect
10. I will dissociate myself from people who dont respect me
11. I will explore my sexually
12. I am sexy inside and out
13. I will laugh from my heart everyday
14. I will always love myself no matter what.
15. I will not help people who will not help me
16. i dont care of people who dont care about me.
Adey is attractive bold and beautiful
Daring, diligent, dogged and dutiful,
Eschew evil and dissociate the deceitful
Interested in inspiring others, free not forceful
Teachable, tender, trustworthy and truthful
Ebullient, ecstatic, cute and colorful
African at heart, I’m cool and careful
Do not like the bully and the boastful
Encourage the sick and the sorrowful
Love a woman that is wise and wonderful
Endure the times that are poor and painful
Kind to both the faithful and the fearful
Endeared to the elders who are watchful