"dissevered" poems
The Broken Ties of happier days,
How often do they seem
To come before our mental gaze.
Like a remembered dream;
Around us each dissevered chain,
I n sparkling ruin lies.
And earthly hand can ne'er again
Unite those Broken Ties.
The parents of our infant home,
The kindred that we loved,
Far from our arms perchance may roam.
To distant scenes removed,
Or we have watched their parting breath,
And closed their weary eyes,
And sighed to think how sadly death
Can sever human ties.
The friends, the loved ones of our youth,
They too are gone or changed,
Or worse than all, their love and truth
Are darkened and estranged;
They meet us in the glittering throng
With cold averted eyes,
And wonder that we weep our wrong,
And mourn our Broken Ties.
Oh ! who in such a world as this,
Could bear their lot of pain,
Did not one radiant hope bliss
Unclouded yet remain?
That hope the Sovereign Lord has given,
Who reigns beyond the skies;
That hope unites our souls to Heaven,
By Faith's enduring ties.
Each care, each ill of mortal birth,
Is sent in pitying love,
To lift the lingering heart from earth,
And speed its flight above;
And every pang that rends the breast,
And every joy that dies,
Tell us to seek a safer rest,
And trust to holier ties.
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Nights like these
I feel soft, spineless
Lilies growing in my liver
Wingless, tethered to my bed post
Body one with the sheets,
One with the waxen moon
The lonesome crescent
That knows what it’s like to sleep alone,
That knows the phantom ache
Of being dissevered
From its gibbous lover
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 10:01 PM UTC
All I have had, the raven
Killing and blinding my eyes with tears,
My life, in a foolish endeavour
Trying to reinvent what was already lost.
Every waking moment,
I recognize nothing but pain;
I was dissevered by the trails of your fantasies
So, I surrendered deciphering the truth of truths,
Was bedevilled by the questions
My mind could not unravel the answer,
Jar your memory, even for a while;
For you to remember, I am becoming broken too.
And you shall fear not I, to cry,
If memories were left in morbid melancholy;
But fear, if in that heaven of smiles,
I might found a bird beneath my miseries;
Whom my heart would suffice the skies above
And will hunt for the love I once succumbed.
Jul 30, 2012
Jul 30, 2012 at 10:41 AM UTC
His silent meditation heard the petals flourished
After that simple harmonic creation of roses,
We saw the ultimate end of the innocent faces,
Again the darkness happened
at the bottom of the conical flux,
Where all particles dissevered to light, air, and sound
And so on -
Except the souls which denied the dissever process,
Where they were settling under a certain dimensional array,
within a unique color code,
Like our universe that decorated the galaxies,
containing the Milky Ways,
our solar system within a certain order,
including our very know planet, the earth,
that has been changing his color since
the last several hundred million years,
Again it will be devoured under big crunch
and after that the space and time,
the big bang again,
The large expanding space like the prophet’s hope
Where we will meet together for unlimited love,
And the ultimate passion,
then our little robin will sing soon
We will wander through our galaxies,
with love and hope perches into our souls
from one light years to another light years
with thousands of whirling dreams
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Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 4:18 PM UTC
Where is any sanity the world told me it had
For everywhere I look I see the creatures going mad
It must be in the water and the air that we all breathe
A kind of animosity that never takes reprieve
To linger there inside is the way for it feed
The appetite of villains who consume your every deed
Protection can be offered but it is not what it seems
An optical illusion that unravels in your dreams
But when they make you restless, the monsters in your head
Insomnia will settle on the weightiness of dread
And under all the pressure every body will retire
Dissevered by the senses and returned into the mire
Jul 3, 2013
Jul 3, 2013 at 9:18 PM UTC
Souls intertwined in cosmic romance
Now forlorn, torn lovers of colossal distance,
Dissevered from the entanglement
their flesh had tasted;
Hurled to opposite poles,
sober from perfervid love--
now wasted.
And the one lays off his skin as carpet of welcome
For the other, enchanted on the fibers of another,
Like the strings he strums.
Celestial bodies ****** to eternally savor
the abysmal vastness of space;
For they once were intertwined souls
With eyes that cut through distance's face--
Now dead, floating specks of nothing
but mere lifeless, hurled fibers
of burnt hearts, hurt lovers--
upon endless horizons
like remnants of a dead star--
the glittering, prickly left overs.
Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 5:22 AM UTC
If the sun didn't shine
If the moon didn't beam
If the salty ocean didn't gleam
If the rain didn't drizzle
From out of a cloud
If the peak of a thunderstorm
Didn't make a sound
If lightening didn't strike
If snow wasn't white
If the stars in the black sky
Gave off no light
If I still had you
None of this would ever even phase me
You keep me sane
Yet you drive me crazy
If the earth didn't spin
If the galaxies didn't go on forever
Our souls
Could still never be dissevered
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Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 10:23 PM UTC
They cut, crush, cauterize or tie off the eyestalk
of female prawns and shrimp
to stimulate faster reproduction
usually without anesthesia
I often wonder the complexity of pain felt
when they flail about helplessly
disoriented and dissevered
Do they rejoice?
For their life has a gained greater purpose.
Or do they mourn what once was?
For the following generations will be disease-prone and decline
and suffer
and decay.
Nothing we haven't already done to ourselves admittedly.
We might actually be the only organisms
unable to cohabitate with each other.
We seek God to fear our actions
that are preached as sins.
It keeps us good and honest
Yet our empires and civilizations repeatedly fall
generation after generation
as power is granted to our rulers that partake in
Eyestalk Ablation.
For we worship them over God himself.
It's a good thing we were getting tired of God anyways.
Apr 15, 2025
Apr 15, 2025 at 3:36 PM UTC
Some days, it feels never will be my forever
Especially when loneliness so fully consumes
Such longing of heart
My mind much dissevered
Still hoping that one day will come some day soon
Time isn't kind to the ones who hold on
Every day becomes harder than each one before
It's hard to find words when silence cries on
From the one I believe to be worth fighting for
To feel so alone despite those who are near
Is a hell from which there seems to be no escape
As my heart still cries out to the one I hold dear
But, my efforts seem lost, as the truth resinates
Not all who love will win through the endeavor
For the one whom their heart just can't seem to let go
When waiting forever feels like waiting for never
We begin to wonder what we've been fighting for
If the one who wants effort gives none in return
And if words go unanswered for days without end
Should I continue to fight for the one my heart burns
Or let her go, hoping my broken heart mends?
A person can say that they'll wait forever
But they shouldn't be made to if love is sincere
Am I waiting for forever?
Am I waiting for never?
I hope, one day soon, the truth will ring clear
Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 9:56 AM UTC
In winter you can look and look around
but still, as every man has found,
there is no rose.
Girls of calm and February lies
spring and warmth's beginnings.
Always right and sweet and wise -
steal the pleasures of living.
When all has been promised as forever
how am I to refrain?
But then, soon as ruby leaves dissevered,
he left me miseries, left me rain.
For roses bloom on ****** skin
not on libeled skulls
accused of sin.
Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 1:21 PM UTC
What is mine & what is yours?
Agonized
Disturbed
And sore
A dissevered conscience
Another ambush from you
Or is this real?
Give me a few ******* minutes
I can subdue this
I can transcend you
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 1:12 AM UTC
Hand in hand we walk by,
the flower shop between,
unknown to loves goodbye,
a rose I bought for thee....
Such a smile of thine so bright,
dims the sun aloft in the sky,
and all that shines amidst the night,
withers beside thy gleaming eyes;
In thy soft voice cupid whispers,
a love's eternal paradise,
that no winter or desert piers,
nor the low moon is slight to prize.
Thy heart, thy soul, a golden stream,
of beauty so fair and so deep,
and by that brook, thy love a dream,
once known to me--now begs me weep!
For neath the sky that summers night,
a wind blew thee away from me,
as heaven above us in spite,
stole thy heart and our love to be.
And though my soul by sorrow nursed,
'tis the sun that shows me of shine,
because it reminds me of thine,
and though our love is dissevered,
They cannot dissolve thee from mine,
and when my fortune hath decline,
and on my limbs the sun belie,
together, forever, we'll fly.
Tears in tears I walk by,
the graveyard beneath,
beknown to loves goodbye,
a rose I brought for thee....
Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 12:34 AM UTC