An ominous water tower
Stands tall in Starin Park
Barricaded by a spiked fence
Iron clads the stained-glass windows
A steel door bolted shut
What secrets lie within its walls?
On the night of a blood moon
Witches shrouded in crimson robes
Conducted a satanic ritual
To call forth a demon from hell.
The ceremony was a success, but at a cost.
Hellborn claws slew the High Witch.
The remaining members stood firm.
Combined their strength to subdue the creature.
Calling forth the spirits of nature,
The witches configured a tower
To confine the bloodthirsty beast
So none shall meet an unfortunate end.
They say on a full moon night,
You can hear otherworldly growls
Echoing throughout the tower
Rattling the bravest of souls
Who'd dare to venture forth
To the Witches Tower.
Adjacent profits are gained in purchase of information
Non profit lobby hides, assemblies
And congressional lobby laborers
Caught in data shortage
Corrupt a report purchasing shares of
Corruptible budget items
Obstructing legislation
Creating false pretense for arrest
Arrest of defined confine
The hide
The title
The bonds ageing interest
Non profit
Must eat here at specified time
In thousand oaks California
Only at eves Arch, after days end
In Ventura at Catholic charities
The food reception is all day Charity
And none are required
Available coordinates for investigative
Journalists
Publicly available languages
He says –
“Your place is in the kitchen,”
I say –
“My place is wherever
my thoughts can reach.
No curtain will confine me,
no wall will surround me.
My words will become swords,
my steps will rewrite history.
I have learned –
to fight without fear,
to live without bowing down,
and to turn dreams into reality.
I am not just a woman,
I am a revolution –
that neither time can halt
nor society’s chains restrain.”
Anita Solanki
In the shadow of an eclipse, where worry takes its flight,
The burden of strife can weigh you down,
Yet in each moment of pain, in the depths of sorrow’s night,
A spark of sunshine glimmers, a whispering sound.
When loss feels like a mountain, an insurmountable wall,
And anguish grips the heart with a vice-like clutch,
Draw breath, finding strength in the smallest of all,
For even in fear, hope can ignite with a gentle touch.
Through the uncertainty that often clouds the way,
Search for meaning, a glimpse of purpose in the dark,
Though deprivation may linger, and hunger never sway,
A flicker of resilience can light the faintest spark.
So rise above the lack that seeks to confine,
Embrace the light of sunshine, let it wash over the pain,
For in the heart, a whispered promise will align,
That from the depths of sorrow, hopes can rise again.
after I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud, by William Wordsworth
I drifted in the sky as a lonely bird,
from the dust of dreams I arose.
The sigh of desolate heart I heard
emanate from the depth of woes.
The music of love within me didn’t die,
floating in its cadence I soared in the sky.
I was captive in the yearning cage,
shrouded by the shadow of your tree,
my loneliness you could never gauge.
I was longing long to be free,
fly in the zephyr when it began to blow,
flutter in the thicket of yonder plateau.
I felt the flow of fresh southern wind
waft me in the melody of whispering air
through the ashen clouds silver-lined,
freed from the confine of despair.
After storm I reached the horizon of delight,
and soared in the sunburst sky bright.
As the rain drops sparkled in my eyes,
through the washed prism I could see
rainbow of reflected hues splendidly rise,
allure the dormant songbird in me
to leave the nest and fly in melodic swings,
as I spread my beguiled dancing wings.
I, looking in the mirror yesterday,
witnessed distorted eyes replacing mine;
and, too, the lips and nose, as if a sign,
seemed bent crooked, misaligned in some way.
And, as I, squinting, gazed on that display,
an unheeding hand groped at the outline
of the coldly reflective glass confine.
I watched it slowly mangle the red-clay
body which, lifeless, answered my dead stare.
Tearing tripe from stomach, and from breast
the heart, those fingers worked maliciously,
dismembering each inch of skin less fair.—
I know not who it was who flayed my chest:
I? or that demon called Society?
Once upon a dreary time
A boy set out to note a rhyme
Pen in hand with paper lined
Prepared he was to share his mind
But thoughts lay barren and confined
Without sense, reason, or rhyme
Suffered he did this weary time
Both his soul and cheerless mind
His eyes grew dark, his face grew lined
And tho he sought to redesign
Something, anything it need not be fine
But the words would not align
And in his room he did confine
To seek and pray for some sweet sign
For the intercession of the divine
To show, to prove verse sublime
But chaos reigned and nothing aligned
And so he collapsed under weight of his crime
Chained by shackles of his own design
Weeping tears by misery primed
The poet thus became the sad mime.
Oh, I ask, is it my appearance or rather to say my looks,
Or is it my stature that has gone according to the book.
I wonder if it’s my age or demeanor,
that has made older people so much meaner.
I call upon my brethren and I ask,
is not this rule that was placed upon our mentality such a burden.
Many our age overlook this rule,
and their new best friend ends up being a warden.
Now I never know if I’m truly wrong or right,
because thou answer of an oldster always makes them look like a knight.
They infinitely compare us to one another,
not knowing how it’s so much of a bother.
Hold on to reality a little longer,
and do not let man become your enemy.
For we don't have all eternity to confine all these things internally.
They are just exclusive weapons to bring about our downfall.
review past patterns which bind and confine ~
liberate soul, with pulse of love align
A spark ignites, a question form,
A curious mind that breaks the norms.
It seeks, it stirs, it will not sit still.
A restless fire, a growing will,
From page to thought, from thought to deed,
It learns not just to know, but lead.
Mistakes are steps, not cause of fear.
Each stumble makes the vision clear.
Observe, reflect, connect, and create.
The mind evolves at every gate.
Through wonder, work and reflection,
We built the bridge to education.
No walls confine, no chains restrain,
A learning mind breaks every chain.
For knowledge is not just a notation,
Its life itself, a mind in motion.
The day passes, an idle hitchhiker,
Thumb half-heartedly protruding
A posture half begging, half daring
Go ahead… seize the day
Good luck with that challenge
For daylight slips through the fingers
Craftily dodges with shadowy stealth
All attempts to control it, confine it
A few minutes in a crowded Starbucks
A cold compress of iced coffee
A mindless “atta boy, go get ‘em”
From a high school drop-out Barrister
Another “rope-a-dope” meeting
Stay on your feet, they’ll stop talking soon
How did it come to this
You were once a contender
Another ten round draw
Everyone seems happy
You didn’t embarrass anyone
Rematch tomorrow...8AM
I walk through life like a shadow unseen,
Because they treat me like I’ve never been.
No chains can bind me, no laws confine,
Yet they whisper doubts as if they’re mine.
Why do you fear the faith I hold?
Why does my truth leave hearts so cold?
Is it my wisdom that shakes your ground,
Or the strength in me that won’t bow down?
I have seen the darkest nights unfold,
Where silence screams and hate takes hold.
Yet through the storm, I stand unbowed,
Resilient still, never cowed.
Through the veil of hate, I stride,
Unfazed by scorn, untouched by pride.
For in the fire, I forge my way,
And rise anew with each new day.
I have met you in my mind,
You have been a reflection of my desire.
I have worshipped you in my favourite mirror,
You have been a quiet echo in others’ eyes.
I never judged you inside the canvas,
Never found you in my head,
Never placed you on the stage,
Never let you out of my heart.
So many people to see,
So many places to go,
So many things to learn,
Yet I confine myself to your memoir.
To live in you is nothing but a daydream,
To be stuck in your voice is merely a yearning to be brave.
To get you out of the lonesome island
Is to get rid of the nothingness inside my head.
I will make you a dark circumference,
While you live in the encrypted figure.
No one can snatch you out of this cage,
Where you are destined—in the imaginary no man’s land.
learned too solid
i to your love
have left truth without
light to create salts
salts upon ice
inside of wood
to shave time
inside of her water
she gave way
and there is knowing away
forced to inward by confine
the deprived mind
coming back to save my line of turbulence
just as jest
beside a best
the past too slow
my graph of street
inside you tickle
pulling yore
me the yolk
he the weak ending
release of my blinded laws
passing a general in a seat
unclean and furrowed sow's
back to ireland
i leave you to die
So... today I begin my journal.
Where do I begin?
How do I begin?
Without, within... the confines of a page, like a prison wall the surrounds my thoughts.
"You must color within the lines" I recall my kindergarten teacher instructing us, otherwise we won't graduate and move on to first grade.
And at 58, that merciless and foreboding warning I would for anything trade.
So here, in the ether of my thoughts and the confines of ruled paper all is transformed from lined prison bars to the revelation of an inmate who upon receiving his baptism by the Holy Spirit proclaiming... "thank God for prison... for now, I am truly free!"
And as I stare deep into the fragments of this modern papyrus the lines and spaces that confine me begin to escape and I enter through pupil of the "Magic Eye".
It reveals a new world where I have communion with God... and receive the wisdom I desire.
To journal... is to pray...
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