Long Disassociate Poems
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I said My son
you have your house
and sometimes food,
You have your phone
and sometimes fuel,
You have your girl
and sometimes friends
are also fools
But an uninspiring vacation
won't work for you
without a sacred green vocation,
a prime goddess avocation
a divine nature revolution
spirit evolution
peaceful resolution
soulful restoration.
What Earth needs now
to hear from you
Is tell Her how
to hear your true.
If you can do that
then She'll share with you
Why you can come home
in life's eco-school
where hearts speak out loud
for laws not so cruel.
Teach us how
to cooperate,
Not compete
to masturbate
old ideas
not so great of late,
White House dreams
flame our heads. Berate
what we need
from where we wait
to plant our seeds
to harvest great
what each one sees
on our knees
saluting trees
with freedom's breeze
to cooperate
and resonate,
not misoperate
too irresponsibly disassociate.
Seeking now what you would find
if your dad's ass weren't far behind
where you would like for us to be
where I listen while you pee
out whatever comes to be
because we plant as our vocation, see
what we harvest as Earth's most fabulous avocation,
Hot Mama green and glorious vacation
Goin' out to green associate
what LeftBrain learned to dissociate
from RightBrain ultra-violate.
Wondering at the sight of summer and noon
The window dive at pasture's womb.
Struck by affliction
Driven by temptation
This's how it all begun.
The uncertainty of the sun's hot
Crafted a picture
Which could only hurt
Woop-woop-woop,it sound everytime it's being blurt
Drowned in the sea of dilemma
She's forced to choose a path
One coming straight from the heart,heart!
"Portray your interests over the family's wealth and let thy offspring takeover the rest"
Words of the elders Crest
A pit with so many holes
"Desert from us o ye foe"
Life has brought nothing but harm
Even her offspring disassociate from her arms
Life's mysteries
A choice with diverse consequences
"Promise you'll keep,the integrity of this story"
Words from her past sun and glory
"Concur to the will
And just be still,all you will have in plenty"
"Promise to keep the integrity of this story"
Every night she's forced to faced these,even in her dreams
As the year round
She's left with no kidney
A heartless mother
She's called all right within
Words speaking only tears
As the sunlight fades
She then decides to give everything just for her grave
A beautiful mother she wants to be named
The elders Crest as she approach
A purpose to let down,all that opposed
She stands at the witness's box
"She's finally going to agree" whispers the eldest of her offspring
A thought it's a good will
"Everything shall now be over" whispers the elders to each other
As she looks the face of the chief's head
For behold,the face of her morning glory,she sees "are you really going to destroy all this?" All she heard from his lips
A dillematic position,she stands
A plead to make a decision and remove her hands
Dangerous-safe
Safely-dangerous
As they stands
Eagered face
Wanting to see the end of the race
And she falls in dismay
"They'll come back for you,just wait"
The last words of her morning beauty
A mother with no children,she's seen
"Let me say my last words" as she weeps
"Just remember it hurts so much,a widow fighting just for your hearts" as she speaks to her offspring
It all ends in mysteries
I Remember When
By Curtis Johnson
At first I suppose there was the thought of how things use to be; and over time, how things are now.
Like the time I thought about a childhood friend name Dennis, and how I would have loved to see him again.
With a guy like Dennis there would have been so many “remember when’s”, and “what? I never knew that”.
But you see, a short while after I wrote about Dennis, I discovered that he had died in a fire many years before.
And just like that, all my dreams of ever seeing Dennis again faded away
So I thought to myself, “How sad, I never knew”.
Not even an opportunity to pay respects for a beloved childhood friend. Why did we never bother to connect or even inquire about one another? Even now, when I think about it, my eyes gets watery, but a fresh bash of determination ignites inside of me. The fire inside of me burns to the point whereby I want to hasten the chase. I want to find another old friend before someone else bites the dust. I just want to say, Hi”, or “What’s happening?”, or “What’s been going on for the past 30 or 40 years”?
What is so wrong with that? We have gone high tech, but we have also gone far too long detached. Why must we disconnect, disassociate, disregard, and let old times and memories die?
Why can’t we find or take the time? Why can’t we just reconnect if but for a day or an hour to just laugh or cry?
There is too much pain to allow life to go on this way, when otherwise we have so much to gain before we all die?
I say no! My quest has already begun. I’m on a mission, and I cannot stop, because I got light to shine and love to share.
Cj032808 5:15 PM PST
Welcome to The State of Dis Union.
Here are some “dis” words to describe The State of Dis Union.
Dismantle, disruptive, disagree, disrespectful, distract,
Disappointing, disable, discredit, disregard, disobey,
Dislike, disloyal, dislocate, disaffiliate, disrepute,
Disgrace, disaffirm, dishonest, disembark, disinfect
Disgusting, disturbing, dismiss, discontinue, disarm,
Disconnect, disorderly, disassociate, discreet,
Disapprove, dissent, dispute, disorientated,
Disorderly, discord, disadvantage, disbelief,
Displeased, dislodge, disclaim, dishonor, distant,
Disarray, disconcerted, disintegrate, disinform,
Dismal, disown, dispatch, disparity, disguise,
Discriminate, discard, dissolve, distort, distrust,
Discombobulated, disband, discountenance, disaster…
Yep, sounds about right.
At first I suppose there was the thought of how things use to be; and over time, how things are now. Like the time I thought about a childhood friend
name Dennis, and how I would have loved to see him again. With a guy like Dennis there would have been so many “remember when’s”, and “what? I
never knew that”. We would have talked about all the years that came between and separated us for decades without a word. But you see, a short
while after I wrote about Dennis, I discovered that he had died in a fire many years before. And just like that, all my dreams of ever seeing Dennis again
faded away. So I thought to myself, “How sad, I never knew”. Not even an opportunity to pay respects for a beloved childhood friend. Why did we never
bother to connect or even inquire about one another? Even now, when I think about it, my eyes get watery, but a fresh bash of determination ignites a fire
inside of me. It's the kind of fire inside of me that burns to the
point whereby I want to hasten the chase. I want to find another old friend
before someone else bites the dust. I just want to say, Hi”, or “What’s happening? ”, or “What’s been going on for the past 30 or 40 years”? What is
so wrong with that? We have gone hi tech, but we have also gone far too long detached. Why must we disconnect, disassociate, disregard, and let old times
and memories die? Why can’t we find or take the time? Why can’t we just reconnect if but for a day or an hour to just laugh or cry? There is too much
pain to allow life to go on this way, when otherwise we have so much to gain before we all die. I say no! Life was never meant to be a mad rush to the
freeway only to be backed up by traffic. My quest has already begun. I’m on a mission, and I cannot stop; because I've got light to shine and love to share.
032808 5:15 PM PSTPSContest #325, Brian Strand
Something caught between the eyes of fellowship and the riddle of thought makes any setting unforeseeable. Yet, within the mannerisms of those declawed by the very societies they themselves conceived armed only with a utility belt of miraculous misconceptions springs forth exponential, autonomous growth, promised by the ancestors of preconceived notions.
Most often, the spirits of ideas formed upon the fragile spine of inadequate frequencies press us all into a reliable destination, one mastered only through performances of unseen archetypes, driving this windowless vehicle we insist on calling time.
My augmented delusions, I admit, disassociate from the fermentation of your reasoning, and so taint our deductive search for the emotions we struggle to preserve. The tropes of an enigma’s fragrance intoxicate the cerebral moments of free thought, undermining even the simplest reproductive solutions for advancing communication.
And so, as I tear this parchment, I summon an opportunity. Yet what a cumbersome opportunity it is.
The hope in my head starts to drown
The clock ticks fast, but I’m slowing down—
Why am I a side character in my own story
Why do my own interests now bore me
Silence is where I constantly sit
I’m happier there than I’d like to admit,
I talk to myself, but I don’t hear me,
Just a voice on repeat, endlessly
The thoughts pull me out of my body—making me see how tragic I look.
It traps me there, like a fish on a hook.
I’ve slipped out before, but just for a breath
“I’ll escape soon” I wish I knew the depth
Inside all I want is to be free
But I wear a mask for no one to see
Only I can’t cover up my obvious reveal
Because even my eyes won’t lie for me
[Verse 1]
We're supposed to be the good guys
We're supposed to love, love, love
But I just can't see it
these days when I look at us
[Pre-chorus]
You gotta beam in your eye but you point your finger at me!
Turning up your nose, thinking you are better
Spreading hate…spreading hate you disassociate with sinners
[Chorus]
Do not take the Lord's name in vain
Making us feel ashamed
When we accept Jesus into our lives
We take His name, the name of Christ
It's such a shame …all this dissension
How can you call yourself…a Christian
[Verse 2]
We're supposed to reflect his light
But the light shines brighter in the darkness
Not so each fault and sin can be seen
So they'll see God's light Shining through me
[Tag]
Judge not that ye be not judged
Love how Jesus loves
Judge not that ye be not judged
Love how Jesus loves
How Jesus Looooooooovvvveeeessss!!!!!
[Chorus]
Do not take the Lord's name in vain
Making us feel ashamed
When we accept Jesus into our lives
We take His name, the name of Christ
It's such a shame …all this dissension
How can you call yourself…a Christian!?!
How can you call yourself…a Christian,!?!
The child could disassociate rapidly when she had to
She had plenty of practice
Thanks to her mother bringing home new daddies
Some had not been kind to the little girl
She had gotten used to staying in the corner
While things were done to her body that she did not like
She could weasel out of herself quickly
Before she knew she was going to be uncomfortable
Never blaming her mother
Who was usually passed out on the couch
The little girl did what she could
To preserve lightness of her soul
Detaching herself from the scene
At a moment’s notice
When the daddies came calling
As her selfish mother slept.
From where I sit;
From my perspective;
From my point of view;
The lines are clearly drawn.
I need no further debate,
Because the hour is late.
I do not halt between two opinions,
And I need no further persuasion.
A clashing of principles has
Brought us to this occasion,
And the moment is neither
Perfect nor pretty.
There is a clarion call and
At this juncture, none must stall
Because the opportunity for change
Is now, and the hour is very late.
In a way of speaking,
Sometimes all the choices are evil,
But we do not have the luxury
To disassociate or disconnect.
The times have arrested and captured us.
Duty has obligated us, demanding that
We act prayerfully and wisely.