Kept shut up behind no wall
But that of unbelief.
Stigma of whose thought-material
Lies in its stubbornness.
Life's growing disaffection
A questioning wind seeds
Ivy-like, through cracks' expansion
To bring down nonetheless.
Estranged by you, alienated
I’m not the one I used to know
All what is me comes out outdated
As if I was there long ago
In previous times, when life seemed shorter
When I was living for one day
To meet your judgement of no quarter
Your disaffection to obey
Crushed in the rain of whatabouts
Drunk with the human kindness I
Fall in slow motion, filmed without
Supposed consent I have to sign
That looks alike a vagrant fate
When there is nowhere else to roam
Inside I go, although its late
But down inside I am at home
There we are, two lost receivers
Of ageless youth you well preserved
For me, a taker and a giver
Of love I thought would never hurt.
The poet will be great when:
Knowing how to walk the razor's edge
taste the road dust
step on the scalding sand of the desert,
roam the solitude of the universe,
feel the heat of the volcano,
to lack strength,
have fainting thoughts,
get whirlwind of thoughts,
feel the despair of lack
in the midst of everything,
to know the muteness of the cold,
and the nakedness of abandonment,
to have the blood of the bleeding heart,
the cessation of words,
the verbiage of emptiness,
the taste of bitterness
and the taste of wine,
the glory of victory.
the reverse of loss,
the contempt of disaffection
the pleasure of enjoying love
lucky to be alive!
live through it all
surviving on poetry
being such a poet!
She wanted one last verse,
one more night of love affection
I did further than that, reverse
and I showed her my disaffection...
She looked at me sidelong
as if she lacked food,
I made love a survival
Bed Sheets were not even wrinkled
Our almost away kisses
and our separate bodies ...
Our story was left behind,
while live, it was even voracious,
But, It died standing,unqualified
...!
Osmosis
David J Walker
the explanation
drinking from
a warm and loving
labyrinth of redemption
perception
reflection
refraction
thought
in action
perfection
the cost
lost to
inflection
misdirection
rejection
disaffection
contemplation
of subjection
retroflection
for the only one
worth losing
to the notion
of falling to
the osmosis
of love
External conflict
(versus)
self-disaffection
The first a misdemeanor
(the second)
a higher crime
Inarticulate
powerful yearnings
trapped in between
Inarticulate
powerful yearnings
—of that forever lost
(Dreamsleep: August, 2022)
Dismal, gloomy
is the Future forecast
Ominous beta waves
carry neural turbulence of
mood destruction
Nocturnal tempest creates
a cyclonic flow
Cranial pressure release
a petulant downpour —
Tsunami tears on the pillow
Whither does those idyllic memories blow?
These stormy, overcast feelings
don’t appear to be bosom bound tropical
Grey matter skies
darken the dawn horizon
Reluctant to arise,
it’s safer to
shutter the optical windows
Let the barometric recall pressure subside
Bad weather thoughts
will soon muse altitude change
Monsoon emotions still seems to sigh abide
Disaffection tide wrought,
clear conscience is out of range
No slumber relief to ease
the torrential pain
09-13-21
This country’s so divided
That I’m feeling really scared.
The rhetoric provided
Hints of violence prepared.
Until the last election
There were differences, of course,
But the state of disaffection
Didn’t need a show of force.
Now, however, things are spinning
Quickly out of our control
And the simple act of winning
May exact a heavy toll.
So I watch the news and wonder
What the hell is going on?
Will the states be torn asunder
And democracy be gone?
Or will certain groups awaken
And begin to understand
That our future’s been forsaken
By the havoc they have planned?
Disquiet alarm
Sleepless unhappiness
Bored disaffection
Fearful agitation
Despondent hostility
Hysterical loneliness
I have a octopus on my roof, yes I have the photos, I have the proof
He is not quite your regular octopus; he is rather dignified and aloof
He is eating bananas by the dozen, sent by a cousin from Costa Rica
He is just sat with his best friend, who is none other, than a cheetah
Yes, he cheats at cards, and drives fast cars, and dodges all his fines
To speeding down the freeway well over the speed limit sometimes
Both are blocking my TV aerial and playing havoc with the reception
And down on me they display their need to reflect their disaffection
With no David Attenborough on my TV channels, so both are dissed
They are glaring down at me as demanding, that I get a satellite dish
I am on the phone to the satellite guys with an order quick as can be
So octopus can go back hogging the sofa, as cheetah sits on my knee
I ride a dappled horse and I'm full of introspection
With centrifugal force I gaze with circumspection
This merry-go-round gives me a sense of connection
While conversely I feel immense disaffection
Then the roan steed begins a gentle ascent
With an easy speed I ponder this peculiar event
I feel comfort and I feel awe at this predicament
But most of all I feel no earthbound lament
I transcend the corporeal and temporal plane
I hear a choir and see beauty the world couldn't contain
I experience relief and forgetting in this new domain
I join the One and sing along to the refrain
4-4-2020
under this gray suburban sky
if my heart will be made of stone
I swear, it will be pumice stone
it will float
over resentment and disaffection
over boredom and illusion
over anger and incomprehension
over discrimination.....
if my heart will be made of stone
my body will be the water where it will float
.......................
sotto questo grigio cielo suburbano
se il mio cuore sarà di pietra
lo giuro, sarà pietra pomice
galleggerà
sopra il risentimento e la disaffezione
sopra la noia e l'illusione
sopra la rabbia e l'incomprensione
sulla discriminazione .....
se il mio cuore sarà di pietra
il mio corpo sarà l'acqua dove galleggerà
...................
bajo este cielo suburbano
si mi corazón sera de piedra
lo juro, sera piedra pómez
y flotará
sobre resentimiento y desafección
sobre aburrimiento e ilusión
sobre la ira y la incomprensión
sobre la discriminación .....
si mi corazón sera de piedra
mi cuerpo sera el agua donde el flotará
Marco Bo
Kind-hearted displays never was
part of her intrinsic, fashionable support view
Genuine concern often got the facial window dressing ...
Feelings dismissively expressed
with distant half-smiles of plastic disaffection
In sad times of other people’s tragedy,
the principal thing
was to show some synthetic sympathy
Walk into a somber room,
and with vacant, steely eyes
support the teary-cheek weak knees
Giving the smallest comfort measure of
a little false posing empathy
In someone else’s vulnerable moments of need,
her self-interest
was simply to deliver lip-service compassion usury
Talk like a mannequin ...
sealed lips don’t ever open up to share,
expressing minimal, wooden emotions over the telephone
Walk like a mannequin ...
confessing to be moved enough to care,
she only gives the slightest effort to help someone move on
Never wanting to get too involved personally,
or let the on-lookers see too deep intimately
Mannequin skin feelings,
possessing a harden body of plastic emotions
Synthetic thoughts hidden —
seen only on display,
when her exit doors of naked truth are closing
Love in its majesty and spendour
Visits hearts kind and unkind
Waxing her odour and ardour
To help the love-lost to find
Little spaces, loving faces
Enamoured enough
To rise from surfaces
Where disappointment tough and rough
Lampoons discomfiture
Inflicted in the name
Of a culture whose stricture
Makes the lost lame
With heartbreaks
Torrents of tears
Ruing mistakes
Made as fears
Sprang on the lost the illusion
Baked in their soft centre
In reaction to the disaffection and delusion
That feelings may never enter
Into contests
Where the ruthless inflict maximum pain
Under pretexts
A go at love in the main
Signifies a journey on the back of futility
Backed up by contrary advice
Veering towards the volatility
Love tags along in every slice
Love snaps on suitors
Mad
Enough to pose as imitators
Of sad
Hearts that cried
Once smitten
To the core when they tried
To tame love forgotten
Into the dustbin of history
Replete with burnt fingers
Whose mixed blessing story
Singe many Cupid singers.
Your vibrant smile
haunts me every now and then
Sashaying strut like a peacock
is how I remember you
How come I recall only good things about you?
In my present condition,
I'm morbidly disaffected
Clear blue skies look to be dull grayish
In my pond of friends,
I thrash about like a dying goldfish
Ever since we split,
we remain a gossip item
The loss of your personal connection
has filled me with such disaffection
I loathe sleep,
being awake zombies me
Trundling off to work each day
in a coal miner way
So dark,
deep down in the tunnel
of my heart
Three weeks without a shave,
hollow nights of delta blues lullabies
in a den of flashing neon lights
Disaffection
has taken hold of me
Remembering your last words;
they rattle around in my head,
trapped in the throes of misery
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