Why oh why - what be it may?
What impelled you? Dawn broke
Does it imply internal of success
Did you indeed climb enjoying the joke
It's a lullaby!!? Who did it impress?
I still wish that I may and or I might
Have the stars in the skies to wish upon
And the tune, of the lullaby soothe the night
Beauteous Be this golden of opportunities
I sat on a wall - I built with exclaim
Stand tall too but with doom on fossil my rock
And too! My cold front, shed no tears with blame
What satisfaction can you get with intent
I see - visually the perception clear
Dysfunction - disorientation! Got a clue?
What's happening to me ? The mind might went ,I fear
In my soul! Blessed inspired by God
Me little ole me myself cleansing internally
Healing within - where to begin
Keeping my stars in the heavens with me , actually
I see - too those horrific stones aimed
Hurt? Built my wall on my rock not yet to fall
I walk in my age that fossil be it be may
It's no lullaby! Really! With theory of
Repetition, its now a new call.
We were on our own
Minding our business
Weighed down by crushing unemployment
Thoroughly disillusioned by the art of promise and fail
We were disoriented by the perennial lie
Of being leaders of tomorrow
While we watched the promised future
Dissipate before our very eyes
Stolen by evil forces that have held the country
Down since after the flag independence
We were still minding our business
With dignified silence
As SARS kept on decimating our numbers
At any slightest provocation
Profiling us with ease as fraudsters
Defining us by how we looked
Instead of whom we really were
And we came out to protest this injustice
But we were brutally repressed
And ran for our dear lives
An election came in 2023
And we believed that with our numbers
We could take back our country
From the precipice of the devil and the deep blue sea
But we were brutally brought down to earth
By forces of calamity
However we remain undaunted
The forces of evil might seem to be winning
But we the youth will bring their blighted era
To a dismal end and that is our declaration!
a gossamer idea floats down vacated hallways of my mind
as it registers, I wonder if maybe I am sleep deprived-
are there clouds of exhaustion built up in my eyes?
did I perhaps take a psychotropic pain reliever?
did low blood pressure cause this dizziness?
are my ears playing a crazy trick on me?
did the wires in my brain get tangled?
am I just confused and distracted?
maybe it is a feral fever dream
or a delirious hallucination
or did you just tell me
you love me?
written 24 Jun 2021
Eyelids flutter,
White canvas shutters,
Open to the work around,
Close these windows,
And I dream of sin and slave.
I'm red underneath,
But I hide it with parchment,
And nod my agreement.
When light meets dark,
And the villain shakes hands with the lamb,
Is when you'll know who I am.
it was born in a forest of foliage
that it did not find appetite to enjoy
instead it chose marijuana as food
it loved it and boasted about it often
that it found pleasure in odd things
every she-goat was a meaningless kid
its siblings, parents a bundle of nonsense
in the herd it tempered other he-goats
tongue out, eyes swollen with rage
in its excitement it ordered marijuana
to be official diet of every goat member
and so in its excited disorientation
the whole herd became weird in conduct
and naïve in social relationships in and far
water was not drank but alcoholic spirits
many goats wished they were unborn
the lucky ones escaped to nearby bushes
even there they were harassed by hyenas
but an exotic he-goat observed from near
“try here too, come along for a match now
spill your madness beyond the fences
those big eyes, long tongue I shall gorge
I will make you eat grass, herbs and drink
ordinary water that you senselessly hate”.
but the disoriented he-goat continued
in its ways to fidget, bellicose and bleat
I was worried.
A deviant had lost the shape,
and had thrown a word at your face.
The black name was crawling
on the white paper. It was not
a rape, but the abduction?
of a mystic.
The snake time. Politics.
The crowd was celebrating the death.
What would you say, death
had many names ?
I want to sleep with you tonight,
O moon. The slave
had become the master.
Satish Verma
I am disoriented, on grayish
Oh no!, this is gray, real gray
It was light blue, over the ocean
An endless wave switched off the light
Blue became gray
Gray tells about meaningless, uncertainty
As if it tells about peace in same time
But black and white still persist on their stands
I am disoriented,
Between black and white,
Between blue and gray
I am feeling so blue
Disoriented in high hopes
Brainwashed to the core
Forgiveness is what I need
Learned to love you more
Disoriented
I dreamt of you so hopelessly...
Infatuated
When I look at you,
I feel safe and sound for once
You disappeared...blue...
Disoriented
I seek shelter from the rain...
Drippin' insane...dread...
When I do touch you,
I feel like I'm relieved from...
Grief that takes over
Disoriented
Wanting you, beloved
Tucked worries in bed
I listen to songs
Contemplating you again
I told you my wrongs
Disoriented
I fell so hard, friend of mine
Hm, I did...repent
Bleeding out regret
Say something I don't know, dear
Why are you upset?
Disoriented
I forget what we've talked of
Overexcited
Glad to be with you
Change is a challenging chore
You speak critically
Disoriented
You are hot and I am cold
Took chill pill instead
Nervous to the max!
Feeling myself...chillaxin'
Just listen.......relax!
Disoriented
Losing track of time now
Feeling myself...dead x.x
Disoriented Drunk
Dr. James E. Martin
©May, 2013
He bellied on up to the bar
And ordered his beer in a jar.
The tender said no,
He would have to go,
He remembered not where he’d left his car.
Soon I will be gone from this place,
but before that, I will live with no more grace.
Another country, another language, another culture,
but while I'm here, I get picked apart by vultures.
So disoriented with so little time.
No emotion dwells in the heart for the one that I desire,
pain and suffering seems to be all that I acquire.
Can't make a dent with her to change her mind,
nothing is certain with those I leave behind.
Not by choice but because I have to,
something that was inevitable cannot be construed.
I will leave to carry all the blame,
but my love for you I will always proclaim.
Even though everything I do is never good enough,
I've never quit in our relationship when times got tough.
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