By Poet..... "Sometime life is unseen. What remains then shows up."
Over the many years,
pillows have been filled with tears.
Unseen dreams of attacking bears,
representing my many fears.
Now unseen what remains?
It is all locked away in my brains,
tied tight with heavy chains.
Sometimes red busting veins,
filling me with overwhelming pains.
Love is God
Love is Free
Free of guilt
Free of enemies
Enemies are physical
Enemies are spiritual
Spiritual rituals
Spiritual warfare
Warfare on the soul
Warfare on the mind
Mind drifts
Minds control
Control your food
Control your power
Power to the system
Power to the people
People of the brave
People of the new
New world order
New world peace
Peace on this land
Peace in heaven
Heaven will fall
Heaven will rise
Rise with fire
Rise with faith
Faith in man
Faith in God
God is here
God is in you
You the People
You men of change
Change your fate
Change your heart
Heart full of possibilities
Heart full of gold
Gold teeth
Gold chains
Chains inked to death
Chains welded around necks
Necks silenced
Necks of the innocent
Innocent souls
Innocent time
Time is not measured
Time allows healing
Healing through pain
Healing towards freedom
Freedom
Pain
all these freebies are sugar coated chains a modern-day slavery
Trapped in thoughts that are no longer serving me.
Drowning in emotions that have forced their way up to the surface.
Staring in the mirror, it's still unclear who is looking back at me.
Sabotaging every relationship because i'm scared to let them get close to me.
Trying to shift these thoughts in my brain.
Am I running from myself or going insane ?
Improvement and transformation is all my soul craves.
But for some reason I can't seem to unlock these shackles and chains.
Storms batter the soul,
roots cling deep beneath the earth,
strength hides in silence.
It starts with a whisper, a subtle invite,
A thrill,a relief, that feels just right.
But slowly it tightens, day after day,
Turning bright hopes into shades of gray.
The mirror cracks- eyes lose their gleam,
Chasing comfort in a haunted dream.
Relationships fray,trust fades away,
And laughter grows quieter with each passing day.
Time ticks, and the soul begins to bend,
Yearning for freedom that never seems to end.
But beneath the ashes, a spark can still glow-
Recovery whispers," It's time to let go."
There's pain, There's healing and paths to regain,
Through storms may echo with guilt and shame.
Addiction steals, but it does not define-
There's strength in the fight, and hope by design.
The Black Dust of Hell: Choking on the Grave
The poisonous venom that spills from your tongue,
The venomous anthems your malice has sung,
Descends to the abyss as a billowing cloud
A black dust of hell that will fashion your shroud.
You spoke without mercy, you bled without care,
But silence awaits in the tomb of despair.
For once you are broken and dropped in the clay,
The shadows you summoned are coming to play.
The ash of your cruelties will gather and rise,
To choke out the light from your dead, hollow eyes.
That mountain of malice will turn to a bill,
An absolute ledger you cannot fulfill.
For every vile whisper and treacherous spark,
You will swallow the soot as you rot in the dark.
Not a breath goes unchecked, not a malice is spared
You will choke on the horrors your big mouth prepared.
The Guardian of Hell: A Sinner's Slumber
The obsidian tunnels of this godless realm,
Uncoil like serpents where I blindly tread.
A shadow stalks, a nightmare at the helm,
Feeding upon the frantic steps I dread.
What does he want, this shadow in the smoke?
My ankles drag the burning chains of hell.
He stands above me, draped in misery's cloak,
The brutal keeper of a silent cell.
For what unknown transgression do I weep?
I bear a crushing weight I cannot name.
The dark is suffocating, fierce, and deep,
A blind expanse of agony and shame.
Then through the vault, his iron voice commands:
"Halt, sinner, halt! And face my burning glare!"
The Lord of Ash before my terror stands,
And flings me down into the deep despair.
"Wake up!" he roars, "The pit has claimed its prize!
Confess your hidden crime into the night!
Shatter the silence, strip away the lies,
And only then shall you return to light!"
We call it love, but chains still bind,
a comfort built to cage the mind.
We fear the silence, fear the night,
so we stay where wrong feels right.
They claim your heart, they hold your name,
but play your feelings like a game.
Possession dressed as tender care,
a hand that grips, yet isn’t there.
We tell ourselves that love remains,
but deep inside, we feel the chains.
Afraid that no one else will stay,
we trade our freedom day by day.
But love is not control or fear,
not whispers meant to keep you near.
It’s not a prison dressed in grace,
nor power hiding in embrace.
So ask yourself what truth you choose:
to live in shadows, bound to lose,
or take the leap, though hard, alone,
and claim a life that’s truly your own.
I carry weight no one can see,
A heavy load inside of me.
No hands to hold, no voice to share,
Just silent screams and endless care.
I built these chains with my own hands,
I walked alone through shifting sands.
The world expects, it takes, it steals,
But never stops to know what heals.
I bear the storm, I fight, I fall,
I stand again, despite it all.
The burden's mine, my cross, my flame,
I am the spark that fuels my pain.
~Fizza Bukhari
Freed, I am now from what I thought was a destiny
A prison that kept me down
A wall I thought was unbreakable
But now lies before me
Like a thousand shattered pieces
Wounded hands, but now a sign of freedom
A story I could tell to younger generations
Flashbacks, screams, cries
But now what we call history
Freedom shines at me like the sunlight
The torture, the beatings, a story from the past
Strings of a puppet were cut
Free, I am now, says the voices echoing in my head.
When it pulls the strings, we dance
We are just puppets in its eyes
We become addicts in a trance
When it pulls the strings
Now its power is on the rise
Its web covers a vast expanse
It satisfies our needs, a guise
It gives us info at a glance
And it makes us feel very wise
Its huge web may give us no chance
When it pulls the strings
Einstein was right
time is like a relative
you don’t like.
I planted a potato
certain it’s tree
would shade me eventually
I chained myself
to the opinion of others
then misplaced the key
I armored myself
to avoid love’s pain
and rusted in solitude
.
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A song for this:
Sacrifice by The Weeknd
French Navy by Camera Obscura
FREEDOM
I STAND ERECT, WITH MY BACK AGAINST THE WIND-
MY FEET ARE PLANTED SOLIDLY UPON RICH SOIL-
MY THOUGHTS ARE MY OWN-
MY MOVEMENTS ARE UNCENSORED-
I AM MY OWN PERSON-
NO CHAINS BOUND ME TO ANOTHER-
NO MASTER RULES MY EVERY WAKING MOMENT
MY CHILDREN WILL NOT BE SOLD-
MY PERSON WILL NOT BE VIOLATED-
I AM FREE-
FREE TO LIVE AS I CHOOSE- THINK AS I PLEASE-
LOVE AS I WANT-PLAY- AS I WILL-
FREE TO VOTE, FREE TO CONVERSE WITH ANOTHER-
FREE- TO BE ME- FREE- FREE – FREE – FREE
Bondage of lies from the enemy. A thief who robs your spirit of true blessings.
Chains of sin that bind you to your own demise and leaves you bare and undefined, weakened to nothing.
Blinded to see the truth that will set you free. The road is narrowing and ending, Wake up ! see the light. See before you fall off to complete nothingness and darkness.
Spiritual light. Shining its light for you to see. The time to see is now! Only through Jesus’ blood can we be whole and free.
In the name of Jesus open your eyes and see. Let his blood break your chains of bondage. Let in Jesus to truly set you free. The only true way maker, miracle worker, and bondage breaker. Come to the healing Father in Jesus name Amen.
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