The waves cascade upon the starry shore
and wash across the grains of sand they find
to share its motion, a timeless captor
to give freedom to my spirit confined
soon it will soar in realms of passing dreams
that glide on the visions trapped in my mind
wondrous worlds where nothing is as it seems
colored kaleidoscopes there to remind
of landscape pictures where I'm a refuge
memories that flee, some are bad some are good
to sit on this shore where my thoughts flow free
and feel life's rhythm as it's understood
to not be a hostage to years I bear
escape life's chains, I'll never again wear
Breaking out of my cage of thorns and brambles feels so good, like a lighter part of me broke free forever. Breaking out feels good, like a bird breaking out of its cage. Leaving its captor behind it flies happily away and up into the sky to live happily ever after.
Love does not retreat,
Stands firmly a pillar!
Protector of the fold --
Defends, fiercely harbors --
Soul’s physician and
Healer – love, before
The first heartbeat and
Will carry into eternity
Come our sphere’s final.
Love is lavishly devoted.
Serves a higher nature while
Keeping compassion for man’s
Lesser --
Blossoms,
Attracts and
Elevates, a concentrated messenger
Of Divine Presence infinitely evolving
Purest manifestation --
The crucifixion, a cruel example!
Christ~ Love’s perfect personification!
Universal love, creation’s ever expanding
All-Mighty Physical/Spiritual Objective --
When everything else fails, love will be
There to pick up man’s calamity
Pieces. Creator and redeemer. Love is always
And forever. Both Captor and Liberator.
don't you have dreams, like mine?
don't you wish to carve, to sculpt, to create?
the captor of my heart shines brilliantly, exuding such radiance!
can't i put her on a pedestal, and carve her out of marble?
her eyes shimmer with a spark impossible to capture in a still life.
her smile, elusive, yet charming- my head spins at the sight!
do you have a favorite aspect of your starlight muses?
her nose, dusted with freckles- i piece together antares, sargas, and shaula.
the captor of my heart continues to make me swoon silently, forever enamored by her beauty.
Hope holds my wrists,
with ribbons that feel like chains—
gentle,
yet impossible to break.
I pace the bars
made of maybes,
counting instances
of what-if, could-be, and if-only,
each probe a step forward.
I press the soft faces
of my restless dreams
through the bars
of tomorrow's mirrors,
fogging the glass,
yearning with my breathing—
too close to see,
too far away to feel.
Some nights
fear rattles the locks loose,
and some negative whispers
seep into my bones,
but I will not stray.
For hope
is the only captor
I trust—
the one who feeds me light,
even through keyholes,
when all else fails.
I could flee these bounds,
and call it 'Freedom',
but I’d rather remain—
smuggling miracles of hope
foreseen through distant cracks
in midnight’s seems.
I'm a Prisoner.
a Prisoner of Hope!
In what seems, can be?
In the cracks of my being!
My heart is a harbor
For pain and despair
Everyday I grasp for a moments peace - it teases but never really there
My heart is a harbor
For affliction to the highest degree
Both my mind and heart - will someday rejoice being free of me
My heart is a harbor
That clings to misery of the present and times past
My image is at the worlds mercy - how long will this last
My heart is a harbor
For dreams no longer alive
Days of hopelessness staring at me - wondering how will I survive
My heart is a harbor
With torment waiting it's turn
Only to feel numb I do sorely yearn
My heart is a harbor
Waiting for destiny's final chapter
It's only then - the future will no longer be my captor
"I know not that of which you speak, though this I can relate;
A restlessness does haunt my soul, a hunger I must sate;
I know I slept with my child's eyes naivety was my bed;
Then I did wake with adult eyes an aching heart embedded"
"The last we knew she journeyed far to seek a worthy mate;
Her longing, calm, melodic voice unsettled Zeus' state;
He sent her forth to prove her voice could conquer one like he;
And seeded lust and longing that she sings so passionately.
So now it's clear why you could raise the fire from her sleep;
For Zeus gave this playful Sprite to Hestia from his seed;
Speak soft our sister's name to her and make a wish entire;
For she must grant her captor that which they do most desire"
And so Euterpe reappeared returned to sister's fold;
The Fire Sprite now danced with glee back in her master's hold;
Our Maid now settled back at home, devoted man by side;
And Hermes whined and sulked with pain his fun and games denied.
Our proximity came with my age
And I only saw your later chapters,
though I saw myself in you.
Not unlike myself with ambition,
Homely peers and shouting,
The weight you did accrue.
Your aims changed a while ago,
And I added them to my own,
I saw your smile tighten,
But I let my feelings stew.
Fancy chains of gold, white veiled capture,
And, yes, I hate your captor,
Sceptical of this new chapter,
and the baby cradle too.
As of now your hands have turned to hitting,
Smiles inclined to swearing,
Your son is only one now,
And our similarities are already true?
As I try to slumber now the stature cracks,
The bringer of tears strikes again,
And I struggle to identify who.
I’ve looked up for the longest time,
And I gaze into you now that I’ve grew.
The truth I’ve come to grips with now,
I don’t want to be you.
When your heartbeats drum their message of love.
My heart soars like the birds flying above.
As flashing thunder streaks across dark skies,
I will come swiftly, believe not their lies.
If any would stop me, my rage I’ll display.
Nothing or no one will stand in my way.
True love hath no captor, it must be free.
Our hearts and our love are just meant to be.
So, hold on to faith and be not dismayed,
The last card in this game has not been played.
They ceased control because we’re still young,
Meet me out back when you hear the bell rung.
I’ve bought fast horses, we’ll be on the run,
You’ll be real safe, long as I have my gun.
I watch as you lay—
not bound by chains,
but by something I cannot name.
Your silence fills the room,
a rhythm I can’t ignore,
and I find myself
waiting for you to speak
in the quiet moments
where I’m no longer certain
who holds the key.
The past is a lesson, not a prison,
The past is a mentor, not a captor.
The past is a tale, not a jail,
The past is a page, not a cage.
The past is a foundation, not a stagnation,
The past is a phase, not a maze.
The past is a guide, not a slide,
The past is a map, not a trap.
The past is a chapter, not the answer,
The past is a teacher, not a tether.
The past is a story, not a worry,
The past is a friend, not an end.
The past is a history, not your destiny.
Locked within the confines of my mind’s dark cell,
Both convict and captor, a self made hell.
Each thought a shackle, every memory a bar,
Confined by my own mind, a prisoner of psychological scars.
In this self-imposed exile, I am utterly alone,
A solitary figure locked in a world of dark, cold stone.
Forsaken by hope, abandoned by light,
I dwell in the shadows, a prisoner of everlasting night.
These lonely walls echo my silent screams,
As I fight with demons, trapped in dreadful dreams.
I reach out for redemption, but find none there,
In this self made prison, my remorseful soul lays bare.
For I am the architect of my own demise,
Sentenced to solitude, beneath storming skies.
Cramped within the confines of my own creation,
Condemned to a life of eternal damnation.
Age crept upon me like a quiet thief
Reminding me of time's silent passing
Another Autumn another dead leaf
The moment's concern seems everlasting
To conjure the year my mind was aware
A child's brain with its singular thought
Where tomorrow was far a dream to share
and childhood was playful minutes sought
As joy and anguish scroll through my mind
They remind me of adult worlds of games
When turmoil was history, made us all blind
and our tears were shed on a wall of names
Dreamed a thousand dreams on a foreign shore
Saw them washed away a history's captor
Tick, Tock, Tick..
The pendulum swings back
And drains away
Another drop
Of my sanity
Tock, Tick, Tock..
The pendulum swings forth
And drains away
Another drop
Of my mind
Tick, Tock, Tick..
How long must I stare?
Until it all stops?
Until I am freed?
Until next time I’ll stand?
Tock, Tick, Tock..
My mind is a prison
Yet still, I can’t move
Not until it stops
Until I’m released
Tick, Tock, Tick..
Maybe if I died
The clock would stop ticking
I’ll finally be free
From this way I’ve been living
Tock, Tick, Tock..
But how can I die
If I can’t even move?
I can do nothing but stare
In the eyes of my captor
Tick, Tock, Tick..
I’m still so young
Why am I here?
Fixed on a grandfather clock
What’s happened to me?
Why must I keep hearing
Tock, Tick, Tock..
My mind is a prison
My clock is a prison
I long to break free.
Tick, Tock, Tick..
I once had thirty nine brothers and sisters
now I’m all alone in the world
Probing fingers
viciously tore me apart from my twin.
My white dress
is speckled with dark dust…
it’s all that remains of my siblings.
I was tossed back into my carboard box home
and left in solitary confinement
I know my days are numbered
as my captor mercilessly
dips her hand in and grabs me.
I do not struggle as she pulls me out
but I can hear a hiss and see a steaming monster
I’m popped into a pretty bone china container
It’s lovely and warm, I feel quite relieved
Until my captor says to me,
“Gran always said I should warm the teapot first”
Then the stark reality of my fate smacks me in the face
All of a sudden the floral china lid is raised
My captor is standing in front of me
I see the steaming monster towering over me
Now I know the fate of my relations …
they were all boiled alive!
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