"detachments" poems
You swell some strain on me,
You, middle kingdom!
Eradicating small detachments,
Of both sailors and marines.
They were ranked on islets and reefs,
With an integer of nine –
There in the island next to me,
I’m sure, you know who Spratly is.
Always wanting such detachment
To be eradicated by your own;
Now stationed
On a World War II era landing ship.
Your toy-ships came near me,
With 9-kilometer of the LST.
“It’s there illegally,”
How adamant that be!
I’ve tipped you off already,
Surely will I stand firm!
Then, you’ve countered me on! –
Opting for the ******** of more skyscrapers;
Those that are on stilts;
Now nearby two Reefs & a Bank? –
Nearby my darling Palawan Island!
“There is no room at all,”
For the negotiation on some point,
You’ve declared.
Oh, here’s my friend, U.S.
Left us with course of action to try;
Everyone calm down,
Be less provocative.
For often, he flies over;
Probing some stuffs.
You are the biggest offender, my friend;
In this dispute, you show no sign of slowing;
Or backing, down.
But hey, I won’t give up!
(9/9/13)
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 10:03 PM UTC
Familial connectedness once again balances upon the brink of severed reconciliation.
I regret those detachments of which I had no accurate knowledge, and I have come to realise that those precious smells of nocturnal celebration far surpass the Scottish occasion of Hogmanay.
The East coast of Scotland will never cast aside her conscious awareness of masonic peculiarity.
So, I proclaim that our significance and identity transcend steel constructs which span the treacherous marine pathways of The Forth.
Did you happen to see the most beautiful girl amidst the smoky atmosphere in Yoker?
Snowflakes will continue to fall in silence over Fife hills, as the wisdom of Jimmy's grey hair calmly submits to a kaleidoscopic inevitability.
Listen, my friend, because this is important: we will always be related to detachment.
Sit comfortably, with tears in your eyes, because our roots will surprise us in the Great Finale.
Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 9:56 PM UTC
all alone in the unaccustomed patches of this
house, irrevocably mesmerized, washing the
eggshell blue ceramics submerged in winter,
all folly for the tallies I've sketched across
my forearm to the number of
pensive detachments I've buried in my pocket
from only that day, and that day alone.
no answers to the manner of this impulsive
habit of stretching my mind across the ocean
a fishing line with no hook
a photo frame with no picture living inside
I’ve turned you into someone you're not
I’ve brought you to places you’ll never be
surrounded by strangers, lovely oblivion
they don’t know, they’ll never know
and neither will you
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 8:12 PM UTC
Beware of prophets
with pencil and paper,
lower case amulets
worn like a charm,
dangling lures, shiny
nothing up their sleeves
Phrase-like indulgence
plastered on street lights,
counted and numbered,
scratched below the surface,
slight of hand gestures
tickling termites and maggots,
off shoots of decency
Dramatic detachments
re-glued and fastened,
revolving exits doors
spun out of control
Now you see me,
now you don’t
Abracadabra, like magic
in the hands of cheerleaders,
in the hearts of followers,
in the pockets of prophets,
in the end, the kool aid,
the cliff,
the disappearance
Hocus pocus
and they all fall down
into an abyss
of hypocrisy
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 8:35 AM UTC
what is it wrong about forgetting the world all at once
bring up little art to your very own egregious body
what is it about emancipating your voice to the words to free float
Rising and drowning sun our dear god of light
what is about free *** tonight to treat your invaluable serenades
purple coconut trees
swaying hammock
glazing eyes immaculately
pouring love
what is about free *** tonight to our longing detachments
what is about free *** tonight to touch the zen we born about
oh' omasha hoʻokuʻu aloha tonight
Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 3:31 PM UTC
"Friends forever,"
Something worth to endeavor.
But what if
Life gets in the way;
And words spoken no longer weigh;
And distances just makes
The well-baked cakes
Go sour?
What if
You realize that you're alone;
And the birds sing a melancholy tone,
Perhaps it's better
To run than to chatter;
To save yourself from attachments
So you won't endure detachments.
Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 9:41 PM UTC
they say “griefing is part of life that heals you”
but if its apart of yourself that you want to ****
because you are filled with so much guilt.
but you want to rebuild, yet feel so unfulfilled
wanting the experince for the thrill
while being still and stagnant
forming detachments
Mar 4, 2021
Mar 4, 2021 at 1:13 AM UTC
Worshipping the finer things
You glorify your gods
On your knees you look to clouds
Instead of to the stars
Lost inside your paradise
Forsaking life on Mars
Arrogance and selfishness
The center of your universe
Inward thoughts implode
Upon the death of your sunlight
Salvation from the black hole lies
Alone in endless night
No shadow of a doubt it seems
Can change the fear of dark
The constant time and empty space
Though desolate and cold
Is still the only peace to find
Detached from all we hold
Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 5:27 AM UTC
In love, in love, and in love again
As friend of such a woman
A friend who cares,
dares to ask where I stand... I stand upon ones heart
Cracked moon light spots blotched with hot spots
Coarse detachments between your thoughts
And my rationale
I speak..... Do I speak ?
To you ?
The truth is so painful.... To you
Buried beaneath you and crying hums alone and patched with agony as you trickle away
Each day your face.... Sheds it's grace, love - youthful taste and play, I'm a stranger to your soul
As I leak my heart on your guarded shield, I crumble to your insistence
It's the 'one'
Bust their just playing a game
Only to play you until you wither away
It's clear - their care lasts like the wind
May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 6:52 PM UTC
the rivers of shades
provide water for the forgotten
ones
who have been isolated
from all living in order to
dance
you'll find their silhouettes
behind curtains, in flickering, a
chance
for the living to look closer
in ice-packed letters forever
can't
you give it all back to me?
i need me my caring, my huggings
don't
stay away from me i wouldn't cope
i would grab a thick rope but ya know i
won't
everything counts no detachments
attachment: the rivers of shades approaching
us
we can't get away from them they
are here now and they will stay
more
depictions of endless loopholes
children adults and groups
into rivers of shades:
the last curtain
the last candle
the last silhouette
"we can't get away from them"
you say looking at me but "no sweat
we'll be good baby" i'm echoing as we
become a combination of wolf & lioness
from one unit into one fluid
liquid
last echoes voices and shades
but the rivers remain
but the rivers remain
Mar 5, 2020
Mar 5, 2020 at 9:24 PM UTC
I want to write about you
But I can't, you don't feel right
I still remember my birth
I came here to detach the detachments
I'm eating my blessings
With you, at 3am of every night
I can't write, I can't write about pretending
Courage just don't boost my veins
Why I just not waited for years
And why still its not thirty days?
Your wisdom of words sometimes disturbs me
Even your Fridays
And can I talk about the pink lines on your chest?
It can't go anywhere, that's truth.
My eyes are stuck on the watch in this big hall
My fantasies have your name now, it's rear but it's happening
This random thoughts made me think of me
Which I never did!
It's near my end is near
These bunch of masses fears of not getting love back but
Honestly, I don't care about you.
Meeting you in a train, capturing you in my phone
Are my worst pretending
I started with the path of worms
It was never a flower of living but an oblivion of soil,
I can't dig you deep.
Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 12:59 PM UTC