The Seer's Midas touch
blessings to his followers
He remained detached
I’m judged by nation, and I can’ help smiling
Reading the sophistry that tells it isn’t so
Although it’s true, I can’t avoid assigning
To propositions that expose me as a foe
Who benefits from this, keeps it low key
Despite that Bible warning, people judge
Way bigger than they know, they do agree
To disagree about subjects that seem large
But I’m not judging in response, being detached
I have enough to deal with on my plate
Generalized, historisized and tribalized
I’m not that recognized for one’s sweet hate.
Detached
lingering so
I feel separated
wanting to find some connection
still lost
Whole night sorrows underneath my pillow;
Nightmare hits, and scared of attachments.
Every day I hope to rise, but fall down below;
Meets magical tales and spell enchantments.
At peace with things, I watch Korean dramas,
Better to watch than those who don't care about!
Selfless in my service, but their dilemmas—
No need of an egotist, hopeless; please get out!
All I ask for is peace at a time, and just me;
Leave, or let me live away, all the way out free.
Even if I care, I am attached, and what not?
All that I ask for is a respectful gesture around.
Things which I have left behind will live alone.
I talk less but speak my mind and let it be alone.
It doesn't matter if I'm lost right now and then;
All I live and think about is a great, great friend.
A PITCH BLACK NIGHT WITH A LOUD SILENCE AROUND ME EXACERBATES MY FEARS
WAITING FOR DAWN TO SET, I CRINGE MY TEETH AND UNDERGO INVOLUNTARY SHAKING AND A COLD SWEAT. TREPIDATION RADIATES DEEP DOWN TO MY CORE.
PARANOIA AND DELUSION SYNCHRONIZE AND EXPLODE INTO A PANIC ATTACK.
A SKY WITHOUT STARS, A FOREST, WITHOUT TREES.
A HUMAN BEING WITH JUST HIS SHADOW AS A COMPANION
MY IMAGINATION RUNS WILD LIKE A BOBCAT DEEP IN THE MOUNTAINS WITH ONLY ONE OBJECTIVE, TO SURVIVE....
In a world that rushes,
we step back,
disengaging from the flow
to observe, to reflect,
often choosing not to engage,
but to understand.
We, the outsiders,
interestingly disinterested,
bring a different lens,
a quiet strength,
contributing in ways unseen,
yet profoundly felt.
For the world needs us,
those who walk alone,
to bridge the gaps,
to offer new perspectives,
to remind the world
of the beauty in stepping back.
If I was a house I’d be detached
Secure in my walls, untouched
My roof angled against the rain
My windows, tightly shut, secure
My front garden neat, the back
Garden uncut, scruffy, untidy
My brickwork would be red
My front door council blue
My childhood had yellow doors
We never got the blue or green
My driveway would be long
Keeping the world outside
The gates would have a chain
Wooden panels attached to
The side walls, a gate cut
To enter the garden, via a path
A satellite dish juts from the wall
The signal welcome, the world not.
Because, if I was a house, I’d be detached.
David Cox 02/08/22
A heavy load, on your back,
Let it go, just relax,
It's not your weight,
It's all the others,
Pushing their traits,
Onto their lovers,
It's not just you that has this weight,
Millions of others bare it every day,
People throw their flaws and tell you 'have em!'
But just let go, it's a detachable wagon.
Detached Observer
In Stillness
I
Observe light
Green arura northern light
In space, in vision
A cloud of solar wind
Dancing
vulnerably
Riding freely
My twin cell is on that ride
Am
A detached viewer
Become an extension of
breath
Detached
Who are you handsome stranger, you blew into my life
I looked into your eyes I saw the bloody knife
I built up walls around me so no one could touch my heart
But you cut them all to pieces like beautiful glass shard art
Parts that were so bitter, frozen, sad and blue
Suddenly became sweeter, warm, a different hue
I tried so hard to discourage, told you that I’m Pagan
You took it as a challenge and now you’ve got me beggin
Where this all will go, I haven’t a single clue
But I have a strong suspicion you know just what to do
I'm almost disappointed
when
the pot of tea is
off the stove.
I forgot
her.
She stands next to me,
unconvinced.
I step aside
and let her
weep and wail.
She's here
for a few more days
and I will
figure this out.
She was sick
for years.
2/21/2021
Credit: Someone You Love Is Gone by Gurjinder Basran, Page 13
Heart attack, something in your heart made it hard;
Is it cause of the wrong choices you've made;
Your mind and emotions been disbar;
Through the veins of your blood runs the chards pave;
Hearts detached
10/5/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Kindred (II)
by Michael R. Burch
Rise, pale disastrous moon!
What is love, but a heightened effect
of time, light and distance?
Did you burn once,
before you became
so remote, so detached,
so coldly, inhumanly lustrous,
before you were able to assume
the very pallor of love itself?
What is the dawn now, to you or to me?
We are as one,
out of favor with the sun.
We would exhume
the white corpse of love
for a last dance,
and yet we will not.
We will let her be,
let her abide,
for she is nothing now,
to you
or to me.
Published by Songs of Innocence. Keywords/Tags: moon, pale, disaster, disastrous, remote, detached, remorse, cool, cold, coldness, inhuman, inhumanity, lustrous, pallor, love, itself, white, corpse, corpus christi, rise, risen, time, light, desire, longing, romantic
Alone in this world;
Refuse to accept what is;
My chest feels heavy.
Reminded through others lives,
I'll always be; fatherless.
I know all about disapproval and condemnation,
apathy and consternation are the bricks in my wall;
each brick takes me further into isolation,
there are vines that my tears grew and under them for shelter I crawl.
And in safety my predilection and reverence I explore,
encompassed and bound with my words that pour;
into surreal unearthliness- I drift, soar and f a l l . . . fall.
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October 31, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/Each Brick Is My Forevermore
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1081-690-31
All Rights Reserved, 2018, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, 7 Lines, 7 Words, Rhyme
sponsor Lu Loo, Judged 11/2018
Second Place
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