DATA
Sometimes I feel like Data
an android
an autist
binary and metal
mind over matter
Forever searching humanity
Never being able to pass through metal detectors
on airports
Having deep emotions
undetected
impossible to express
except in poems
Questioning and inquisitive
sad without crying
happy without laughing
I feel like Data
with my green eyes
always
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May 11, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
I don't know whether to be happy or sad for you, perhaps both! A prachtig write
ReplyDeleteThe night is as quiet as you,
ReplyDeleteas cool as the feeling inside,
and the skies as clear as free space
in your thoughtless apathy.
A warm bed is protection,
wombed from the world
in fragile contentment,
but the child is born,
expelled to the world
and struggles to survive.
You will be born
as surely as nature's inevitability,
alive or stillborn,
for you must develop
in your eiderwomb,
if you are not to die.
Black dog,
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faithful you are,
silent in attendance
or waiting afar.
Black dog,
black dog,
loyal as you are,
when I have to tend you,
I just want you afar.
Black dog,
black dog,
you're gnawing at my soul,
do I have to fight you?
me? myself alone?
Black dog,
black dog,
no master of you am I,
for you are an alfa;
for whom I may well die.
Black dog,
black dog.
Black, black,
black;
bad dog.
The tender clasp of hands in love.
ReplyDeleteA combing hand,
a caressing hand,
the tear-trickle of a finger
on a ruddy cheek,
slow movements of tenderness
with the faintest touch
expressing pure love.
No worldly experience;
entwining fingers
searching for oneness;
open hearts joined in touch.
How little cannot be expressed.
Thank you for leaving yourn three beautiful poems to my 'Data' :)
DeleteLet's keep the black dog far, far away.
Hi Darren,
DeleteI very rarely comment on any of the Blogger sites I visit, but having browsed yours for quite a while, my level of empathy rose to the point where I felt compelled to comment, not in words of "advice", but in the form of distilled emotions that I regard "poems" as being. I am not a poet for, as you may have found, most write themselves, just pouring on to the page as if I am merely a scribe taking diction. Weird I know, but the desire, or absolute drive to pour emotion onto a page is now, luckily rarely present, I think because my life (for I am now 60 and retired from law) is much more settled, as inner peace (and acceptance of "life's vicissitudes) is now with me.
I am a Functioning Depressive, who for many years and many reasons sought no treatment at all, as we (in the UK) understand the stigmatising attitude toward any visible forms of mental turmoil, something about which you are obviously taking a stance via you blog. Bravo you!
Be true to yourself (I wasn't) and wherever possible share your feeling/conditions readily (IF ASKED) with any trustworthy friends, even if a "friend" turns out to be a welcoming and cathartic piece of paper. Get it out of yourself!
Look after yourself fella and good luck.
P.S.
If you want to read more "distilled emotions" you might view my Blogger site LAURENCEAUX, or read some poems by the unknown English poet Paul England, starting with this one of his; be warned though, he is a very angry young man: http://www.thisisull.com/poetry/paulengland/2023972768_paulengland10.html
Thank you!
DeleteNow I understand why you chose these three poems. You have indeed been reading my blog. So you will know I am an autist, as well as battling chronic clinical depression. And yes, I fight the wrong idea that having a mental illness means one is disabled or worth less. Prejudice? Let me at them. I am used to prejudice, I sit in a wheelchair too.
But I am also fighting for the rights of gay abused boys, something you may also have read in my poems.
Nowadays I am working hard to improve my poetry as art, studying it in-depth. It's very fulfilling.
I'll most certainly check out your own poetry, as well as the link you gave me. Again, thank you.
You my friend are a dynamo, a spinning top of fighting fury, you are an inspiration because of your fortitude. Help others wherever you can, as I too have tried, and feelings of self worth will drive off the black dog. You are not alone if you keep giving. Bye for now with my best wishes.
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