A quick flash and your gone,
Although I haven't .known you that long,
It's just a holiday romance by the sparkling blue sea,
But it seemed it could be forever being together you and me.
Your last day is here and you get on the bus,
I hope that you never forget about us,
The road is covered in a shimmering heat haze,
I shield my eyes as I stare and you never go from my gaze,
Stretch my neck until it feels like it is going to disjoint,
But then you pass the horizon and you've gone,
Gone right passed that final vanishing point.
Major distraction powerful confusion
innovative woven tapestry
vivid words non-spoken sensual
conveying sense of disorientation
discomforted spiritual turmoil
imaginary imagination being lost and disconnected
from myself in retrospect
my amnesia has no recollection
there's no consciousness denial I have a headache my brains on fire my stomach aches my soul is on fire my thoughts are scattered I'm lost in my own forest if not for my light of clarity at not memory like drops of rain fall to the ground splashes forming a puddle a stream trickling down the sidewalk off the curb to the sewer drain I remain tangent lost and disconnected for my own memories and identity fire fire so I ache with intensity of the emotional physical pain fragmented and disjoint nature thoughts and emotions forgotten and forgiven struggling to find my foot amidst the steps of my inner turmoil
Picaso streching a point"
perspective in a little disjoint
Model Francoise Guot
with the 'infamous' beauty spot
“To love, or not to love?” that is the point,
the focus which men lose beyond disjoint.
To be a god among men, and unloved,
is woe: even wild beasts are not unmoved
by these fragmented, lone, unearthly souls,
for whom the scroll of history unrolls.
Man, being so much better than feral beasts,
should eschew (and end!) the vile, evil feasts
of his ire: then love these wide-browed seers, men
and women like the wielder of this pen.
The shepherd doth provide for my true needs,
And stills the waters, watches while I rest.
All to His glory, I go where he leads;
Refreshed my soul, for his right way is best.
Tho' shadows loom, death's stench engulfs the air,
Or evil's presence close enough to taste,
Corrected, guided, safely in his care,
My journey easy; there's no need for haste.
He thwarts my foes, their plans awash, disjoint,
He taunts them, lets me breathe deep while I eat.
A servant host, His oil my head anoints.
My cup, past full, my joy in Him complete.
His mercy, goodness: hallmarks of sweet days,
Eternal, in His presence, voicing praise.
I found her beautiful on the inside
And honored her for time
When all along my feelings changed
and now she's beautiful on lime
But then it changed to something more
and she would disappoint
My life a fool; she was not cool
and I could now disjoint
what to write, what to write
i get so excited,
have so much to say,
in so many ways
like i’m going to burst
if i can’t get out a verse
or maybe a rhyme
or some lyrics in 4/4 time
but the words in my head
keep circling instead
can’t find their way out
frustrated, i want to shout
“why won’t you,
why can’t you,
get off the fence
and make some sense?”
but i get to this point
where all my thoughts disjoint
and what i have written
will probably stay in hidden
on some paper or a file
that maybe i’ll get back to in a while
When people bring me bad news
that always makes me sigh,
Seems the bad out weighs the good
and does not justify…
Righteousness or reason
hence instantly repel
The selfishness of others
who thoughtlessly dispel-
Putrid puke as if to nuke
what little joy I keep,
This makes me feel down inside-
bad news forever cheap.
If only one could bite their tongue and
not bring others down
Would long term make us stronger and
Healthy all around?
When there’s no point to disjoint
happiness to last....
Forgetting that their bad news
tomorrow will be past.
I am drowning, drowning in this sea of alcohol where my patience and soul would disjoint,
Because my heart can not tolerate it's low melting and boiling point.
Please, Please just say you can hear me,
Please just say you would stay,
Unlike the previous one, who shrank in the first hour and ran away.
I sat under the sky watching it behold all its stars ,
Wondering why humans are still not any of their avatars.
For what I understood were the shooting ones,
Who would just come and disappear ,
for they were like our race on earth, once gone wouldn't easily reappear .
I know for the fact that it was only in my head,
I kept on lingering, but now it is all dead.
A little today , a little tomorrow ,
If this is how it is meant to be, I will walk pass it without sorrow.
posted on 6th February,2020,
We’re losing America
while losing our minds
Our spirits in hiding
our souls hard to find
The nation in freefall
all fingers to point
One side at the other
common values disjoint
We’re losing America
in front of our eyes
A narcissists poison
our heritage dies
Each part is now greater
than the sum or the whole
What our patriots died for
lost, forgotten—untold
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2018)
Drawing lines between shapes of grief
Going in circles, awaiting the lietmotif
Now just a side of a triangular run.
With defences up like the Pentagon.
Then finally looking Love square in the face
While Hope's line slopes down in disgrace
Calculating a Geometry too disjoint
For Love to have a basic point.
Based on BBC news article "Maths zeroes in on perfect cup of coffee"
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/science-environment-37989169
Two billion cups a day we drink
To stay awake so we can think
Tireless workers - every nation
Need a caffeine drink equation
Lattes, mochas, cappuccinos
Our calculator super heroes
Measured, reasoned, wrote a theorem
Clockwork system - mighty fearsome
Divide the beans and add hot water
Multiplies the bean aroma
Takes away the taste chaotic
Get this right - it's sums and logic
China cups the theory goes
Helps the smell go up you nose
Cardboard mug with plastic roof
Not as good, but where's the proof?
But their reason's most disjoint
Like whole numbers - has no point
You just need a rule of thumb
QED for us dumb-dumbs
(Entry for "wake up with coffee or tea" contest - shortened to meet rules)
Based on BBC news article "Maths zeroes in on perfect cup of coffee"
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/science-environment-37989169
Two billion cups a day we drink
To stay awake so we can think
Tireless workers - every nation
Need a caffeine drink equation
Lattes, mochas, cappuccinos
Our calculator super heroes
Measured, reasoned, wrote a theorem
Clockwork system - mighty fearsome
No longer need barista instinct
Random variations extinct
Future bistros turn bizarre
Robots running coffee bars
Divide the beans and add hot water
Multiplies the bean aroma
Takes away the taste chaotic
Get this right - it's sums and logic
China cups the theory goes
Helps the smell go up you nose
Cardboard mug with plastic roof
Not as good, but where's the proof?
Coffee can't be served alone
You don't need maths - it's just well known
Donut, muffin you could try
Bagel, biscuit, slice of pi
But their reason's most disjoint
Like whole numbers - has no point
You just need a rule of thumb
QED for us dumb-dumbs
The severe strong might of thunders slaps the
gentle clouds on the face just to open doors for the rain drops.
My eyes are opened at the wickedness of the thunder towards
the poor sky only to remember and see my pillows all wet,
like the thunder life slapped the face of my gentle heart and like
the rains it opened my heart with pains for the tear drops.
Grace is a flavor you want to bite,care is the home you want
to go to,love is the life you want to have and smile is the
shelter the abundance of comfort brings to the heart.
The meal of joy,the melodies of hope and the pride and humility
of affluence,all these life has set me apart.
I punch hard but still get knocked out by success,the world
seems to be revolving at the same very point.Hahaha! a sad
out laugh of fears because I begin and seem to end at this very point.
Some people,family,friends and acquaintances seem happy,sit on the
walls and stand with folded arms and look unconcerned while my life
structure collapse in disjoint.
What a world,I lie in my lonely bed over a ponder.
Because these were my very dream before the thunder.
In the millennium’s first dozen years,
they say we’re headed for a tipping point --
a disastrous sum of many fears
when Nature herself will crash and disjoint.
It’s not the Mayan calendar that’s cause,
nor the Sun’s circumstantial alignment,
but our careless consumption without pause
and our uncontrolled wholesale consignment.
Our survival’s not a dress rehearsal.
We are fast approaching the precipice
where it will be too late for reversal.
Earth’s ecosystem hangs over the abyss.
If you’re reading this and claim you don’t care,
we don't need to wait; we’re already there.
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