"disected" poems
Disected like a
Feral pig
Fought over like
Everything else
Living on a jagged crack
That might split further
And swallow you
Torn
Into bleeding pieces
That die and blow away
In a violent wind
Of contradictions
And hypocrisy
Ending so suddenly
To never be
Picked up
Started over.
You start over
Half of what
You used to be
To live
Like you are whole
Like you are
Happy to
Be tethered to
A broken home
Jul 10, 2010
Jul 10, 2010 at 4:45 AM UTC
I spoke to a friend today
She asked how was life in my world
Topics a many were discussed and disected
Failures and love and feeling dejected
Does it all come down to to just one thing?
A few inches of flesh and some physical thing
It's a lottery finding the one who fits
And not just in the place where the G spot sits
Goldilocks only had a choice of three ?
For us it's many and a lottery
Small , tall round or plump
Does it all come down to delivering *****
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 3:50 PM UTC
Missunderstood medicine man
plant and herbs tight in hand
veggies fruits and and tobaco plants
from tribe to civilized
plants are disected and pillized
while open awake to thrive
pharm free eating pots of honey hive
theres many that help and many that ail
tabaco dipped for death
hospitals smell stail
steel and lumber companies say hemp noway
that stuff is the devils kept
hemp went away because of that day
its back to wear and eat but not to smoke
what is this some kind of ******* joke
Dec 16, 2011
Dec 16, 2011 at 10:19 PM UTC
I've disected the world a thousand times
I've choked this world in a thousand rhymes
I've tried to wipe this world away
But it seems to wish to stay
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 11:06 PM UTC
Solitude begins with a silence,
It is an uncomfortable void
Solitude begins with nothing
And time mockingly waltzes past
you hear quiet nervous laughter
she promanades behind you
words begin anonymously as whispers
she passes you once more
A voice is present, is flows from the depths
It simmers and delicately steams untill
It begins to boil, and boil over and flood
Becoming submerged in insanities, it cooks your memories
Judgement slips and truth becomes your own
There is no such thing as a stranger anymore,
We are here, an army with meaningless words.
We are here, but why?
Every experience is suspect,
My eyes are closed, i see blue in the sky
Mental fatigue outruns everything
It crosses the finish line first,
the race for the rights of destruction
Slowly, disected, things are taken from me
Find this mind a hole or else I just am, i have to be
Write in Spite.
Mar 31, 2010
Mar 31, 2010 at 3:21 AM UTC
I want to know what loves about,
to understand it inside out.
What makes it tick what makes it tock,
what makes it roll what makes it rock.
I've got a scalpel and a pen,
to cut then note then cut again.
In honesty I'm not that sure,
this broken heart knows love no more.
I think I've severed any hope,
of knowing how the lovers cope.
Jan 4, 2013
Jan 4, 2013 at 7:25 PM UTC
I saw the planets on the wall -
a horse, an elephant and a snake magical
they had numbers which were important
one to five, two to nine, five to eight heaven sent
My birth date, car and house number put down
added, reduced, disected by a master of renown
I was told that there were bad and good dates
the best times for which everyone waits
I was given hope - told not to be concerned
there was more to come after things you'd learned
after God working in his mysterious ways
there was good fortune ahead in future days
I had my share, plenty, now it's your turn
your best interests at heart are our true concern
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 12:39 PM UTC
I tried to talk to you the other day, you
seemed distant and mind astray, so I
faded away.
Falling into a space, a place, where I have no
face, no way to mask what's inside.
Everything building and burning, trashing a
churning.
Emptiness of everything thatempowers the
truth of all I hide.
Love that has been lost and left behind in the
darkness.
All is forced out to see, unable to replace my
mask and hide all I know.
Losing my sense of being, just a feeling, but
one that fades fast.
Opening up, isnt as good as they say, when
your secrets are disected from your mind
Nothing to stop it, no one to care.
Everything to lose.
Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 11:18 PM UTC
Diaries of youth are disected,
pulled apart by quivering fingers,
in a sorry attempt for answers,
where did it begin?
how did i become this vortex of twisted knots
and broken dreams?
Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 12:00 PM UTC
how could you cut ties?
with your sister?
eyes pointed in my direction
inspection disected and
your indignation hanging
alouf in air space between
hasty sideways glances
from those who pass us
Because the idea of who we were outlast us and
i want to have a chance to grasp at things before they pass us
last i checked
words so weighty and sharp had
cut the glass jar around my heart
and spilled the **** thing
because life is not black and white
and the fact that our blood runs red
doesn't mean as much
as you seem to think it did.
I chose what was right for my life,
i didn't think near strangers
got a say.
I have customers to help ,
this is my work place
so you have a good day.
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 12:37 AM UTC
I've been criticized, ostracized, demonized, desensitized, scrutinized, chastised, analyzed, generalized, politically sodomized, inspected, disected, directed, detected, deflected
all for acquiring and dispersing
truth
the only thing I haven't been
is plagiarized
Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 12:42 PM UTC