"disunited" poems
One Republic
pick and mix, assorted all sorted
wrinkles missing, smooth as glaciers
toils reversing on harbingers like excesses does
walking the trodden alleys learning Sods mathematics
organs pains for non-organics are inherent consequences so
one Republic and the anthropologists utters a myth in passing
all bananas look like all bananas because bananas are bananas alike
sing a song of three pence and a pocket full of fear
Plato's cave a grand auditorium for lames
united disunited ages in anti-virus glares
white noise in white air and masses sigh
the emperor's coat plays invisible chess
ladies think long and hard in minds
for a dolphin swims like none-other
the glides of the sweetest depths
and in those places unseen
expanded vibes of feels
know reasons why so
it's the bigger snap
it's the difference
the forbidden
fruit lures
will not
move
not
go
in
Apr 20, 2019
Apr 20, 2019 at 6:07 AM UTC
"They're selling postcards of the hanging" Bob Dylan
Frolicking in the Hague festooned
as if some monarch's golden jubilee
not a room left empty in all the land
queues for miles to get a ringside seat
at what is billed as The Trial of Man
as W, **** and Rummy sit chained
to the bionic calves of barstools while
Condo Lisa bears witness atop a piano
ferreted throughout the conurbation
breadlines and circuitous routes
recalling the Nicaraguan case
low on the radar of short-term
the disunited states of disarray
vetoes its own trial's outcome
and it is business as usual
Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 11:42 PM UTC
My body
disembodied step by step,
no disambiguation
or neutral observers
to go oy
or shush or protest
disunited piece by piece,
arms disarmed,
legs lanced and amputated,
yet ***** lives on,
chest and head,
and doesn't protest,
or angry curse fate
someone staunches
the ****** words,
the ****** tenants
of the boastful remnants
cry out
*beaten you
in every way
as long as chest beats
and tip of tongue
coexist,*
I am more than whole
I am undefeated,
nor is ended silence, a white flag of surrender,
my words live on...
Aug 15, 2017
Aug 15, 2017 at 3:28 PM UTC
Some just draw air in
While some just had their exhale.
Ruins are rebuilt afterwards on a larger scale.
Someone’s dreaming alongside the other one’s nightmare
Just as equations that keep the world structure
Coherent, chromatic, in order by nature;
The source of our presence, here
The core of life on earth
Life is now out of balance,
The order is now rendered differently.
Thriving of man to dominate
The mother-earth, and his blood brothers.
Treacherous man – pinning on God,
All the crimes against nature and his own kind
This is the dawn of a new era
For this world that is filled with dogma
Uncertainty is ruling the minds of men
State of distrust – Political polarity
Only TWO ways they have
By choosing a side, they have to turn their backs
On their own brothers, fighting for a made up act.
Scent of ambiguity is all around the globe
Truth and lie – two sides of a coin
Disunited, and force-fed with these lies
Some realize; some still live these lies.
“Through the history, the earth has never been a witness to such disastrous conditions. Even the dark ages, holy wars, and world wars were not as malignant as present times.”
Evil is the man, bringer of darkness
Scapegoat is Satan
Wicked, yet divine…
-Mahdi "Monstrosity" Dn.
Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 7:23 PM UTC
"five minutes,"
Edda answers,
"five minutes is
all you need to know
if someone is kind"
(dialogue excerpt from
Tales of Red Vienna^)
*and I'm thinking
snap!
let us rephrase the question
how many
poems
does it take to know
if someone is kind?
One, ten, a hundred or this.
my six hundred and thirty fourth?
the play continues without me,
the debate grows vociferous bitter,
the voices of My Disunited Nations Mind
all ignore the Rules of Order,
each crying out*
"just one, just me"
*then a little one,
from way in the back
soft and small,
therefore commanding,
to the podium comes:
"Two
Any two
Pick any two
In any order
The first to know,
The second to confirm"
All voices stilled
as the proposition
passes unanimously
(by silent voice vote, of course!)*
take two
pick any two
then call me in the morning
tell me how you're feeling
and if the answer to the question
is satisfactory
back to the play,
the 30 second intermission is over
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 4:35 AM UTC
There is no inspiration behind this,
I've seemed to lose myself once again on earth.
My nature has been corrupted by things made of metal,
Wiring my mind of the thoughts from the hierarchy.
Man brought up the earth and now the earth is bringing man down.
I was taught to think one way ever since I was able to think several ways.
It's been a system before you were in the system,
but it's all too late.
All we can do as humans is live and ignore the outside.
We separate each other on earth with different gods with the same beliefs.
We separate each other by the color of our skin.
We separate each other with the things that we own.
Humans seem to forget where they come from as more humans enter earth.
We are Humans,
We are a species.
We are separating from each other rather than growing together in our nature.
We drink the same water,
We breathe the same air.
I even share similar DNA with you,
so put the gun out my face.
I am your brother,
lets survive together.
It wasn't long until the trigger was pulled,
I guess we really don't have a chance.
Forget what you know and learn what is hiding from you,
if not then your frenzy family will eat you alive.
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 11:19 PM UTC
part of the artificial intelligence
test is to make all poetry predictable,
such as it is, but still more over-laden
with praise for technique,
and people fall for this entrapment,
i don't know why uncoupling
the ego from cogito could ever
produce so much theoretical acrobatics,
i know that the ego can be easily
pronounced, the easiest affirmative,
the automated sound, a yes,
but thought is harder to affirm,
it's not as easily pronounced,
and psychology is a logic of such feats,
it's a study that speaks about the
dis-correlation of the affirmation of
existence, and the basis of existence
that's correlated in whatever
tragic circumstance we are found to be
concerned with: yet how many
times i wished for the life of a skilled
labourer?! psychology disunited
us from thinking in order to provide
a syringe entry of many behaviourisms
to un-think thinking -
a sort of atheism -
theories, theories in so many numbers
that thinking became a theory per se,
an in-itself concealed suggestion -
because thinking is hard to comprehend
among verbs as an extension of tendons
exerting force on the ivory,
should anything come along
as a disparity of Olympian undertakings
as blowing oneself up
for a deity with an encounter upon
such a meeting: thanks for the hand!
here's a sock puppet! now tell me how
to depict a chandelier's shadow!
it's hard to believe either god or thought
actually existed...
i mean, if god doesn't exist
why do people think they possess
a will over others...
and if god exists...
why do people think they don't possess
a will over others... enter Zeno
(re-read that and claim the correct
statement in the reversal).
personally i would have wished to not have
written the 6 lines preceding these...
but paradoxes are best explained by poets,
who tend to brush them aside, and even accept
them, by way of rhymes:
oh it's all one and the same, duo duo blah blah fluoride!
*****
Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 10:21 PM UTC
They shalt never be disunited
They were made for one another
If only she shalt make him invited
To her all she hast to giveth,
No more hiddeness of their bliss
But open
Ballyhoo
Advertisement!!!
Because surely,
I want others
To get the hint
That she's mine
And I'm hers!!!!
Question for all?
Anyone else get mine gist?
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 4:08 PM UTC