"derange" poems
Russia and America circle each other;
Threats nudge an act that were without doubt
A melting of the mould in the mother,
Stones melting about the root.
The quick of the earth burned out:
The toil of all our ages a loss
With leaf and insect. Yet flitting thought
(Not to be thought ridiculous)
Shies from the world-cancelling black
Of its playing shadow: it has learned
That there's no trusting (trusting to luck)
Dates when the world's due to be burned;
That the future's no calamitous change
But a malingering of now,
Histories, towns, faces that no
Malice or accident much derange.
And though bomb be matched against bomb,
Though all mankind wince out and nothing endure --
Earth gone in an instant flare --
Did a lesser death come
Onto the white hospital bed
Where one, numb beyond her last of sense,
Closed her eyes on the world's evidence
And into pillows sunk her head.
9.8k
It ***** to know that things will never change
The clothing you continuously rearrange
And the looks we exchange
You're not the one thats strange
Im sorry for causing you such derange
(s.a)
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 7:31 PM UTC
I lost my white Pigeon that resembled a white Dove-
I lost him through death, death of my love-
I assembled him of my lost father, for both now i cry-
I am filled with the feelings of loss, lost and of I-
I am afraid to live and afraid to die.
My Pigeon so strong just like my dad-
is remembered fondly, in the love i had-
Still , he waited patiently, to witness a change,
but his health faltered quickly as my mind did derange-
Stoic and Beautiful my Lost White Pigeon Dove-
I curse what has befallen you , my father, -
I release you from the duty of my love-
Rest Peacefully Pigeon, Dad, Scott (Squid), Denise, Paul, Bill, and Grandma
Jan 16, 2013
Jan 16, 2013 at 12:31 PM UTC
The world is full of hatred and spite,
It may come as a surprise
Oh innocent youth,
But allow me to reprise,
The world is full of hatred and spite.
Oh innocent youth,
Change it, we must,
In the way we see fit.
Take charge of the reigns,
And demolish the parts
causing the most pain.
Ignorance and Arrogance
Are the Gods of the day,
Lack of wanting or caring
For the power of knowledge,
Content to be slaves,
Lost in their ways.
Oh tainted youth,
How far will this path take us?
Destroying our home, our friendships, our lives,
Our bodies, our minds, our dreams,
Crushed and broken,
Until nothing is left,
Nothing except subservient beings.
Oh enraged youth,
How do we change the events
set into motion,
Call me a radical but I have such a notion.
Seek knowledge, peace,
Love, and understanding.
In these virtues you will find
The mind’s true elation,
Then, and only then,
Will you break free
From the grip of preoccupation.
Oh enlightened youth,
When and how will our voices be heard?
Whenever it is, we break ranks from the herd.
It will require us all,
Brothers, sisters, blacks, and whites,
No group left uncalled,
For fear that upon deaf ears
our efforts should fall,
Oh empowered youth,
With these tools we must fashion,
Our revolution of choice,
With chests out and heads high,
We will make sure they hear,
Our unified voice.
For without the power of us,
There will be no change,
But the power of us
Is a force to reckon,
Yet we must keep our path straight,
And let it not derange.
Oh complacent youth,
I fear that change should not come,
Soon enough, or yet at all,
Unless we stand tall, and call,
For those in their hall,
To Bring Down their Wall.
When we treat all equal,
With love and respect,
We will have won.
But what do you expect?
Oh innocent youth,
This will not happen, it cannot happen,
The world is filled with Hatred and Spite,
And I fear we will gaze eternally,
At our cause, fading,
Into that great twilight.
Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 9:49 PM UTC
One click, two clicks as they are locked within the chamber.
Trapped within themselves, stoking coals red hot with anger.
Because...
Kindness is a trinket, and people value it as much.
An ornament worth a look, but seldom worth a touch.
And now...
Sitting in this chamber, who I am remains unseen.
I could not cut enough to show what lies beneath.
And still...
I am who I am, and this world will not change me.
I will be who I am, this pain will not derange me.
And I wish...
I wish that all they saw was the color of my soul.
I wish my story mattered to them a bit more.
But now...
One click, two clicks with a hollow point in the chamber.
Freedom from myself, soaking walls blood red with anger.
Apr 28, 2021
Apr 28, 2021 at 5:38 PM UTC
He turns the page
Of old age
For what was once the rage
Now sits in his cage
It's been a war to wage
This, life's final stage
The pressure gauge
Ticking on so outrage
Ticking by in ménage
For his book's cleavage
Untouched and derange
Year's wasted and disengaged
If only there was no leakage
Or ever such seepage
Life on his barren range
With no panacea to assuage
No wife ever, no cat, no life to engage
Nothing but red read rage
Now in his final chapter, this cage
This cage, death does he part this rampage
A life perched without marriage
For he married to himself backstage
Where his curtain veiled fruitage
In lieu of looking at the skies for dosage
He fell hostage to his hermitage
Yet this, his bottled pilgrimage
Sinking now in raging montage
He does sit beseeched in his passage
And hopes someday to bid bon voyage
With direr hopes of turning a better page
Logan Robertson
9/27/2018
Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 5:57 AM UTC
Decapitate, disembowel, tear and mutilate!
Schizophrenic!Psychedelic twisted mind!
Expedite, liberate, Alienate then recreate
Masonic!Prolific piece of mind!
Sabotage, besiege, flank to infiltrate!
Victorious!Strategic tyrannic mind!
Crucify, liquify, impale bleed them dry!
Torturous!Barbaric, sadistic mind!
Derange, insane, crazy and mental!
Hallucinating!Polysyllabic demented mind!
Disturbed, diabolic, vile and fatal!
Parasitic!Infected infested mind!
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 4:53 PM UTC
That's where he's been hanging around lately.
I hear their coffee is decent.
Half and half, a spoonful of sugar, and a dash of shameful regret.
He orders his eggs over easy with a side of fresh apologies.
The scratchy booth seat squeaks merciless obscenities at him
as he shifts uncomfortably
because of his aching back and aching conscience.
If I were to pass by him at a diner, I doubt I would even recognize him.
Guilt tends to deform the appearance, and derange the soul.
Aug 17, 2013
Aug 17, 2013 at 9:27 PM UTC
If you look deep into the high dry sky,
You might be able to catch time fly by.
The sands of the hour glass slowly decay away.
The future you were longing for already is today.
Right now,
Has already,
Become then.
What you thought was in the present,
Has just gone to the past.
What you think is in the future,
Has just gone to the past.
You know its going to happen, just not when,
Your pain hurts now, but it won’t hurt then.
Time soars, not fly’s,
Doesn’t fall, but glides.
As time goes adrift, it is forever no more,
Washed out to sea, to never see another shore.
Every single second the time will change,
Shift and rearrange, slowly to derange.
Like a burring candle, the flame melts us down,
Were stuck in a never ending ocean, trying not to drown.
Feb 2, 2010
Feb 2, 2010 at 8:48 AM UTC
*(Marching)
As the steps of the world start to march towards they destiny...
I stand and watch. Hoping each one of em make it.*
Lets go
I've been in a slumber for a while now, without speaking too loud, saying a whole lot of nothing while trying to convince an ignorant crowd.
**I'm one person, but always attempt to give more
feed the hungry minds, give knowledge to the morally poor
change a woman's heart from broken to completely full
she'd probably block me out.
"All men are full of bull"
I can't convince a person who has constantly remained hurtin
The deep thrones of life
keep slowly insertin
as I pulled mine out and kept on pushing on
my mother's optimistic views kept me and my dreams holdin on**
Don't let em change ya
manipulate and try to derange ya
takes chances on a risk
stay distant from familiar strangers
put ya soul in a box
I put mines next to my rhymes
you can have all my pride
I keep what's most valuable deep inside
the gutters where I reside
it's cool cause I like being alone
I let my demons out
while my angels write all my songs
talk bout my rights, but they all remember ya wrongs
will god do society a favor?
when i'm deceased and finally gone?
King's respect the throne
a prince barely can see it
growth should be inevitable
but to some they barely reach it
hard is only a word, struggle only a moment
goals don't come cheap, the unmotivated undersold it
**Family don't mean friends
and friends don't mean forever
focus on your design
only you can make it better
slaying all the giants
killin all the evil
watch out for snakes in the grass
never give food to a weasel
follow what is your faith
don't let these suckers stop you to believe
they love it when you fail
they hate it when you achieve
Just promise you'll keep marching on
and allow your heart to guide ya lead.**
(KING!)
Dec 18, 2013
Dec 18, 2013 at 9:23 AM UTC
Rearrange, re-estrange, re-derange.
Exchange the change you
Prearranged with something
Even stranger.
Interchange your long-range
Thoughts for something
Shorter, maybe don't be
Shortchanged this time around.
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 11:11 PM UTC
(my greatest failure - five years later)
What is this covet
Inside of my mind,
This subtle inscription
So purely defined?
When fairy-tales ceased
And images stopped
I padlocked my door
Yet, inside you walked
The present; suspended
Your hand on the frame
Your question extended
Amidst my derange.
Constructing the green
Encased in your eyes
Surrounded in gold. . .
Abundant inside
Under your slumber
I found my abyss;
Subtle as thunder
Perpetual hunger. . .
Holding the moon;
Discovering you
Our lives, intertwined
By golden fused blue.
Once, you accused me
Of not needing you
Yet, nothing you’d utter
Could be more untrue
No matter how distant,
Undone and askew;
No matter the question
I’ll always keep you.
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 6:22 AM UTC
1. Under the bright lights, the car parked.
"Is it wholesome?"
"What is?"
"Just like the canaries on the roof. They lean on each other so helplessly yet so beautifully"
"...like a movie?"
"A play."
"Why not drive again?"
"I was driving slowly, but I strayed away when a sudden moment of painful retention appeared in the rear mirror."
_____________________
2. How long has it been, since we’ve flown three and a half kites across the black sky?
“I sought refuge within a shell.” You once said. “They wouldn’t buy your jewels.”
“I lost my sandals, in an ocean.”
“In our ocean?” You hushed. “You weren’t wearing any.”
“The sounds of the battle, has cost you your sight.” She laughed. “And, your insight.”
_____________________
3. What makes the world go ‘round? (1)
“I left you a note, seven years ago.” You held your breath. “Have you not read it?”
“The sports page?” Her face is aglow. “Your beloved fluorescent pink marker? How could I miss?” She closed her eyes. “Your cotton-candy, and your umbrellas? Have you never known me?”
_____________________
4. The shooting stars never fail to disappoint.
“Our fates intertwined” You’re half-asleep. “So did our shambles.”
“I’ve waited on you.” She’s made a sandcastle. “I’ve swum through a thousand knots.”
“Yet, you’ve lost.”
“After I’ve tried.” Her wings in bubble wrap. “I’ve been to the closure and back.”
“They’ve shot my heart down.”
“I’ve taken my pieces.”
_____________________
5. In harmony we detained our secrets, and cremated our bones.
“They told me of stolen years.” You wonder. “Where have they gone?”
“Many a lie consumed breathing air.” She swallowed her tears.
“This gift is worthless, if you can’t break your wings.”
“Derange my world?”
“Drown your life.” You sighed. “Save mine.”
“Your heart, my jewels, your shell, my wings, your notes, my sandals.”
“Yes.”
“Yes.”
_____________________
(1) Al Green.
Jul 19, 2013
Jul 19, 2013 at 10:01 AM UTC
Our words are immortal
To those whom are dead
For we celebrate it all
Where others feel dread
A new speaker succeeds
From generations advanced
Speaking good and evil deeds
Truth of life no longer danced
Speakers for the dead show all
None can be hidden
That moment of shoplift at a mall
And care to another's son
What we ignore today
Will be plain in the end
For others will finally say
If they were truly a friend
Society will never change
But it's occupants can
See others without derange
As merely a human
*But who am I kidding
When I say things with hope
I know none will listen
Not a soul will really hear
For people are thick-skulled
And hear what they want
Not some beggar on the street
Or an artist wishing to preach*
So I continue to write
Not knowing the purpose
With all this blindness
Who will dare to see?
Jan 23, 2012
Jan 23, 2012 at 11:31 PM UTC
Still puffin' cigars in my sixty six jaguar
Made a hood star from climbing a far
**** the drug games I made my name
Through lyrics of pain easing ya migraine
Words pure as Columbian *******
That's means you'll go insane
Tryna hang with the dark Knight Bruce Wayne
Which means ya mentallydrained going
derange
My smiff n wesson lays a nice range
From the Midwest to the south of Central Texas
Get love from my barrio we stay thorough
Haters get marked like zorro so follow
The leader beat pleaser turn ebenenzer
Once I spit vocals take over ya locals
Can't Max me out my own **** hardest to hit
Ya swear it's back in the year of nine six
Slammin' all of the these industry clowns like Jordans did the Knicks
A Timely essence
Even if I'm chillin' with the dead residence
you'll still feel my presence no hesitance
To foes stained ya calicos wake ya up with a cup of
Flow
and I stay smokin' girls ******* holes setting fires to their mentals
My flows set on auto pilot causing riots
Baltimore rage untamed had to put my rhymes in a cage
Seen the guage
Cocked back ain't no taking away from that
Deaths in progress only blessing you seen
Is stress so take another hit of cannabis
Before you enter the eternal abyss hang ya body over the
cliff
Like Big Red record every word I said
And still can't get a word to the feds I'm the black
Hoover
got flats from Houston to Vancouver
Let me show ya who's the real bruiser
Spittin' rhymes that lay more bodies than Fallujah
Cruise right through
tha
My rhymes is tank shootin' missles with no
thanks
I'm only here to live out
My fathers prank
Though the devil keep me above all levels
Tryna stay from the goods I was made rebel
Fools thought they was Cain til they found out I was
abel
Killin' em with microphone cordless cables and
turntables
Read between my eyers n you'll see visions of many
halos
Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 8:01 PM UTC
racing bark and froth
tok - toy - tok
beating against the clock
the insistent derange against time
only enforces the medium
Mar 8, 2024
Mar 8, 2024 at 4:17 PM UTC
The riders come on horseback strange
The days are coming; soon will change
The four horsemen that come in night
One pale, one dark, one red, one white
And each will bring a plague derange
Now listen well and preludes hear
The coming of the horsemen’s near
The blood of God, our only hope
The riders come…
The first is white and wields a bow
The second, red, is war we know
The third is black and steals our food
The last is pale and kills our brood
Each plague when comes will bring us woe
The riders come…
Feb 2, 2012
Feb 2, 2012 at 2:41 PM UTC
*Every time you light up
Light goes off!*
Longing lungs
Hoping hearts
For you suffer.
You don’t care about you
Let not your view
Derange other lives
Even your children
Your wife!
Every time you light up
I don’t care about you.
Let not your exhalations
Choke longing lungs
Hoping hearts
Hurt other lives!
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 5:13 AM UTC
Nth of everything I am
Newfangled and abnormal I stand
I eat my arid lips that peel away from stress
Must I assure myself over and over that I am fine
Deeply enticed, I wish no one knew this address
Does one or more espy on me I wonder
My heteromorphic way plundered
Salvage my derange
Rummage through my space
I am outré and weird here
Don't espy on my lipless face
Dec 19, 2010
Dec 19, 2010 at 5:42 PM UTC
all of these random facts,
merely an internet acts.
"nothing rhyme with orange",
so you never feel derange?
"and what about silver",
none that makes you shiver?
"then it must be rhythm",
clearly you have no freedom.
"positively its purple",
please make it triple.
though there are words with no rhyme,
let's create something worth the time.
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 10:44 AM UTC
I hate scrubbing the smell of "love" and cigarettes out of my ******* hair
from depicting happiness from myself when it clearly wasn't there
I hate waking up to cuts and bruises from the night before
from someone who claimed to give a **** but doesn't anymore
I hate trying to paint the perfect picture on my face
to hide the thoughts and memories that only pain could trace
I'm so sick of starring at screens waiting for a change
its like the only thing my life has come to in this state of derange
I'm so sick of watching people laugh
when theres nothing quite so happy in my life that could ever compare to that
I'm so sick of writing letters with no return address
No matter how much I confess, everything is still a mess
You can pick up everyones pieces and put it back together
but no matter what, weather is weather
It could be snowing or raining or just ******* beautiful
but its what you chose to make of yourself that is forever suitable
relying on others is just a waste of time
and you're right, there is no way I could ever reach the value of a dime
because I'm a million dollars, so its your loss that you won't even care to bother
Feb 19, 2012
Feb 19, 2012 at 2:49 PM UTC
The absinthe was poured
Soon thirst will be quenched
The water then added
The green fairy did change
So my brain could be drenched
And my mind would derange
What was peridot green
Is now most opaline
The fennel and anise
Are present indeed
But the taste of the wormwood
Is the flavor I need
Jul 20, 2019
Jul 20, 2019 at 2:35 PM UTC
By choosing between the same two parties.
Is it really our expectation.
That we will change our lives,
enhance and greater our situation.
Now I don't want to be rude,
and forgive my profanity.
But repeating the same action expecting different results
is the exact ******* definition of insanity.
They're slowly stealing your pension,
ending all plans for retirement.
Oh, and just wait and see what FIPPA
And China do to our environment.
And yet we go to the polls,
expecting some kind of change.
Are these who are truly in charge?
Or simply tools meant to derange.
So much corruption and controversy.
**** Harper, **** Trudeau and **** the NDP.
every politicians a vandal,
exploiting our lives with each and every scandal.
Things here are escalating,
and if you don't agree.
Then what the **** happened,
downtown during G20?
When issues are met with confusion,
designed to make dissent impossible.
The people wake from their delusion,
and revolution becomes inevitable.
Raise the bar by a meter.
Or in a way it's our fault.
Do we really pick our leader,
by who can dig up dirt, lie and insult?
Let's stop all this dissonance.
Let's not be known by our apathy.
Pay attention to those in charge,
help better our lives; improve its quality.
Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 1:45 PM UTC
Beautiful garden guide
These beds wherein thoughts collide
Fetch syllables and rhyme to hymn
'Twix scented spore cloud of distorted sage
Smudge caramel blend energy
Begin cleansing ceremony
Mend this friend matter for me
As ***** digs to save unwanted flowering
Excavation stage psychic
Makes towering tracks on my consciousness
Mid-trance face met deep purple mess
All the while quandary sprout on my face
Where the universe has me meet solid stone
Thereupon I will sit
Admire the timing of it
Watch the wet rise fall
I have seen the seed grow
Ebbing lunar sheen flow into
Subterranean particles
Swallowing water into their memory
Symphonic seasonal sermon
With an allegory at heart
To be judged by mere mortals
Then consumed at its prime
So is my love
Watch it regrow
I sow seeds wherever I go
Busying my light body
Gathering buzzing energy where I can
Serve the flowering minds at hand
That forget me not
For I do not forget
Although stubborn attitude hardens my heart yet
Into sacred solitude where hard work can off sweat
This stoic smirk I have left that pleads gratitude for life
In doing so I derange my surroundings
Be it fork, trowel or bare handed
My own primal, tactile re-alignment
Proper communion with environment
To prove that we are all divine
In face of all we negate ourselves
For reasons I’m yet to know
Until then In this mud
I kneel stubborn as stone
Long time wont moving
For the mana that runs through me
Lights ablaze solar mane
Beacon for the like mind magnetic pact
We all made
Before samsara
Perhaps then you will join me
And grab a shovel
Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 12:08 PM UTC