Blue Tides

your words speak of comfort

but your actions remain paralyzed

I'm drowning out here

as birds swim by

turning a blind eye,

words flutter and creep

I'm slipping underneath,

do you even hear me?

it wasn't the last time and maybe not the first

the battle came and rolled out of sight

tender hearts don't make it

fold them and weep,

it never occurred to me that all this time

the enemy was free

lonely fools are lonely still

madness knows no bounds

crazy has no curfew

while solitude runs without a sound

the danger is not in the living

but rather in not doing and sitting

for no other reason than breaking the band of

lies we believed and held dear

did we not mean anything

when silence whispered those many years

where have we come to

where do we begin,

under the blue tides

it's quiet down here...

Reviews

[Willard Wells]

Very nice word flow and imagery. I like your writing. I do see a element of pain involving love it most of your pieces. I wish you the best in your romantic endeavors.

[Alisa Js]

Aloha,

Thank you, kind one for your very perceptive comments.

Alisa💫

[Alisa Js]

Thank you, serah...

Yes, this is a commentary of our social conditioning from the govt/media/complex... all double-speak without any follow through. Empty platitudes that accomplish nothing other than to dumb down whoever may be listening... as the empty suits drone on and on and on... about nothing really as nothing ever gets done.. only more and more droning... filling our minds with mindless reality shows that have nothing to do with reality...
all the while, real reality is a horror-show... that no one wants to address... but rather, what do they do?

...continue to spill out words that sound so comforting without any follow through.. the cycle is endlessly repeating and endless...around and around ...


I could go on and on and on.. but I know you get where I'm going...

Thanks again for stopping by,

Alisa

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:: yeah... i do hear you... thank you for knowing that... :: on the surface, there's a lot of noise created by the govt., media etc. ... but actually we live in silence... coz that noise has no value... it's just noise... :: and... your observation about reality shows is astute... and biting... coz it's just so true... :: our society has become very delusional and it keeps perpetuating those delusions... while being paralysed in that inertia you've so brilliantly described... :: it's challenging to not be infected by that inertia... and to write about it as beautifully as you do... :: whenever i say anything about it, i hardly sound poetic... :P

[Alisa Js]

Those of us who thinkers are generally quiet types, choosing rather to speak as we bleed onto the page, many times from the sheer agony we feel, collectively speaking...reeling from the observations of our heart and soul...

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:: wow... yeah... you're so right... that agony is blinding... and it provokes our writes like nothing else does...

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:: poetess alisa... ~ hello from somewhere near the taj mahal ~ ... these "blue tides" are buzzing in the alleys of my mind... :: this silence is seething from within... and it's likely gonna implode... one day... :: i had a friend who once told me that sometimes we have to do things and sometimes we have to "sit it out"... and just wait... for someone to break their personal silence... :: i love this entire piece and my favourite stanza is the "crazy has no curfew" one... it's sheer genius... not just because of the alliteration and the imagery... but also because of how profoundly accurate it is... in terms of the way it describes an important dimension of the human condition... :: our society, in some ways, is a society made up of loners... ~ serah