Drunk in love, red wine, a celebration
turquoise touch, my mind disorientation
losing track of teal time, in your embrace
racing heart of mine, in chocolate kiss taste
Fill me like a teacup, keep me hot
Imbalanced in love, ashamed I am not
I am a glutton for your amber attention
Push my button, sends another dimension.
I see the sea in your green eyes
Talk to me, even if it’s liquid lies
I like what you say, that I am ocean deep
Swim in me black babe, and swallow me.
No where to run from love so true
If we were to end I’d be bent and blue
I fit like a green glove every part of you
Disorientation celebration as you fit me too.
"There are souls like stars that dwell apart."
Quote by _ Spencer Michael Free (1856-1938)
My life changed when my sister died on my birthday,
I was five years old dazed, adrift, and lost;
everything was in disarray,
my little girl soul tossed.
I was very confused,
so shattered, tattered and scattered;
my child voice stopped speaking- it just refused,
I was in a maze feeling alone and battered.
I went to live with grannie and grandpa on their farm,
my thinking was troubled, puzzled, clouded;
the farm animals worked their charm,
life was full and crowded.
I saw life through a book,
and became a storyteller;
lost in make believe in a cozy nook,
I dreamt- I could be a writer ... a bestseller.
Yet, my life has always been haunted by the past,
disorientation has not been far;
but, I write poetry quite vast,
I write each wound and scar.
darkness plummets on twilight’s peak
cascading like a gentle creek
veiled by the night, I must confess
I’m puzzled by shadow’s caress
at times, confusion stills my hope
like climbing a slippery slope
fetches doubts that bring nervous stress
I’m puzzled by shadow’s caress
perplexed by the depth of my fears
feels like I’m lost when the smoke clears
drowning in the black, such a mess
I’m puzzled by shadow’s caress
uncertainty silences dreams
the thief, worry, goes to extremes
dimming beauty, bringing distress
I’m puzzled by shadow’s caress
baffled by the seas of dismay
turmoil that leads feelings astray
sometimes in life, more peace is less
I’m puzzled by shadow’s caress
The sands of entropy the wheel of chaotic time churns,
settle on the stratified shelf of the disorganized life.
In moments moving with the dispersed dust of perturbation,
the truth of trust oscillates on the ruffled ripples of disorder.
In the bewildered efflux of errant disarray,
everything rumpled changes, except for change.
The mystifying alchemy of metamorphosis
reveals the real façade of perplexing transformation.
In the disorderly squall of divesting dismay
my mind is disheveled to a dishabille state,
splinters the leitmotif of the embedded emotions,
confounded cascade of consternation carries them away.
Yet, when my castle of sand on the shore of yearning
tumbles down in a clutter of scattered debris,
in its disorientation I discover the dormant flute of feelings,
play the tune of ecstasy with the music of memory.
DISORIENTATION
Ever since you came into my life
I have been in a constant turmoil
My head is afloat on a wave crest
My heart trying to leave my chest
And all around me, emotions coil
Disorientated thinking is now rife
Since that time I haven’t breathed
At least not deeply, to understand
Why everything is spinning around
Yet no helpful answer have I found
I’m but a stranger, in a strange land
And for sanity’s sake, not believed
Maybe the power you hold over me
Is too strong to manage and control
It feeds on our passions and desire
And burns bright, like a raging fire
Drawing up strength from the soul
It is real, almost as if a third entity
But yet, I still cannot think straight
Swirling around, as if on a carousel
I never thought love as an aberration
Yet I kind of enjoy this disorientation
Will it come to rest, I really can’t tell
As surely, in good time, it will abate
Disorientated means spinning spiral
you feel your life out of control.
Disorientated sounds like weeping late nights
when you know you can't fix what was messed up.
Disorientated feels like an elephant sitting on your chest
when you are doing everything to escape and improve.
Disorientated smells like burnt popcorn
when you are trying to host a party.
Disorientated taste like sour milk with a side of rotten eggs
when you wanted a savory breakfast of an omelet and fried potatoes.
Disorientation is the spiders web in a forest tree,
and when you are disorientated you are the fly it catches.
Themed distractions, affairs a boulevard,
as elbowed are divided from their minds.
Aloof, queues succeed a ship calling card,
as untrained get on, moons all exit signs.
The General Slocum, dressed to the nines
--churchgoers being passengers adorned.
Petite girls, bulky boots-dresses confines,
a spark burning as the captain is warned.
Crew-covered ears as the shrieking arose,
clung rails ... faith enables those disabled,
backing from charring ensue panic throes,
river rips donning death ... apt tests fatal.
Swimmers valueless o'er a thousand died.
Lifeboats? Vest hopeless; the firm denied.
Us humans usually degrade people’s actions,
Until we find ourselves following the same actions of those people.
It starts from just a
“What can they possibly be depressed about? We’re young.”
Then we find ourselves in the mirror.
Low eyes,
Weary clothing,
Messy hair,
Disoriented.
Then, people degrade us next.
Sooner enough, we degrade ourselves.
The mist sits heavily on my brain
Scrambled thoughts swim in the rain
No maps or even a road sign
Feet straddling the wavy line
Dragging around my heavy heart
Internal quakes tears me apart
Sticky webs drench my skin
I lust and yearn to just sin
Mirrors reflect fading angel wings
Playing solo on the swings
Enveloping pleasure on each drop
Secretly plotting the final stop
What becomes of crazy mixed up kids fifty years on?
They become crazy mixed up elderly he-goats.
I am in part a Protestant,
In part I am a Jew,
But then I am a Catholic,
on off-days an atheist, too.
I’m something of a socialist
and pay my union dues
from well-laundered Mafia funds.
Psst! Have you got your share, too?
If they’d put me down in Ulster,
I’d have blown my brains out with a gun,
Just to keep ‘em guessing
Which faction in me won.
You can call me all the names you like.
A Prot, a wop, a yid.
In earlier days I used to be
a crazy mixed-up kid.
And I sure still am baffled
by this crazy mixed-up world,
and don’t expect enlightenment
ere my winding sheet is furled.
But there’s just one thing I’d like to know
Before the day I die.
Which part of me is all the rest,
And which part of me is I?
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She sits by herself in the dayroom
absent-mindedly taking her med,
her head is a blank, she knows nothing,
braceleted, brought to her bed.
Sedation has settled her nightmares
and delivered her safe from her fears,
but who are these strangers with clipboards,
where'd she come from, and why is she here?
She's showing no signs of aggression,
as a matter of fact she's serene,
no tantrums, no throwing or spitting,
picture-perfect, a story-book queen.
By day she's the doctors' conundrum,
every measure is tried for a clue,
but the secret is buried inside her,
closed for business, not open for view.
As night falls she's back in her bedroom,
left alone in confusion and tears,
frightened, with nothing to contemplate
but the blood, and the screams in her ears.
Sent in a vision, to aerial views
You send me thus, burnt into the blue
in a panic of upside, of right side, of down
You palpitate ozones and spin me around
The land is a span to be pierced, flying higher
The sky is my foothold to walk undesired
while all of my instruments tell me I'm wrong
I hold off on turning a little too long
An angle of nose diving into the sea
when all of my feelings communicate me
and the world as I know it lights up in a flash
when "up" becomes "down" in a serpentine crash...
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