I experienced early on the block
Don't respect a rebel
So I etched my own lane, created
On truth,
And battled every day just to
Earn my come-up
' Cause the streets only fear a real rebel
One who won't fold, won't flex from the truth.
Some twilights I bled for the cost of truth
But discomfort never immobilized my
Hierarchy rise,
It only amplified the fire in a rebel.
Rebel, truth, rise; the lore I transmit through
The shadows
There long ago was soul,
Daring and bold,
Who shifted more weight than was told.
They made available themselves props
For the battles they immobilized and noticed
Their power taking hold.
Give yourself props, don't delay
You've achieved every step of your way.
When you delay and take heed
You'll see your own bull's eye
Has carried you day after day.
"Give yourself props, don't be reserved-
You endured what they swore you'd deny.
When you stop and take note of the strife you
Out-wrote
You'll see you're the reason you fly
Give yourself props- funny thing
How we clap for the minuscule of wins.
But the truth that you miss is you've
Interacted all this-
With grace that deserves violins.
Abstract ideas flitter about in my brain
like butterflies navigating a stiff August breeze.
I try unifying them into something,
a patchwork quilt of grandiose dreams
showcasing profound thoughts
that I feel are worthy of sharing
with strangers and sycophants,
maniacs and mentally sound,
downtrodden and dignitaries,
paupers and princesses
in hopes of making a lasting impression
that will forever change their lives.
But before unveiling my work to the world,
I scrutinize the stitching,
then question the pattern.
Thinking that it’s not good enough,
that it requires additional refinement,
I tear apart the completed piece.
Quickly I discover that it can’t be resewn,
reassembled
or recreated.
What was once coherent,
vibrant,
profound,
now lies in ruin.
These scraps of doubt then entomb me.
Unable to manipulate the fabric,
I remain immobilized
by a misguided attempt
to cover my perceived imperfections
and bury my profound neurosis
so my frail ego
will be shielded from nonexistent ridicule.
I have neither the time, wherewithal or energy to find myself again
Lost in the bowels of my hovel, I am too exhausted to begin the hunt
Piles of clothing, empty boxes, bags of junk, have immobilized me
If I was younger, if I had more energy, if I had more time.
Excuses keep me immobile, immovable, in a sloth-like state
How did this place get to be such a hoarder’s nightmare?
My breathing is difficult in coming, I feel sick most of the time
The real me died a long time ago, under this disgusting meat suit
I am too sick, my arthritis is kicking in, I can feel my asthma
More excuses, I stop writing, I stop painting, I sit in a recliner
Clicking a TV remote over and over and over
Binge watching TV shows that put me to sleep
After my nap, I might begin, I think, but I do not
I am lost, in the bowels of inertia and lethargic apathy.
The new me is no go-getter, more of a me-loser.
If I do not want to lose myself completely, I had better change.
Screams of heart,
Pricks of needle.
Shivers of the Cadaver,
Breaking of thunder!
How can't I wonder?
Lying crushed on the land of tormentors.
Little did they realize,
How hard they made me cry.
The moment I asked,
Is there a place to run?
Or a place to hide?
A pair of sight,
Staring deep, dark into my eyes.
An unspoken question reclined:
"Why are you still alive?
Why didn't you die?"
Lightning struck up high,
Leaving my undescribed condition behind.
Quivering digits seized the pen tight.
Praying and begging, I asked:
Is there a place to run?
Or a place to hide?
A question came to my mind,
How shall I write when-
Feet remained immobilized,
Lips left paralyzed,
Tears dropping, symbolized,
The horrified ache of angina
Whispered a final byeee!
May now you tranquil,
May now you alleviate,
Since I reached that place
Where none can penetrate.
It's known as Paradise,
Completely different from my mind's eyes.
Is it the place to run?
Or a place to hide?
She thoroughly imprisoned herself at the age of twenty-one.
Putting herself into a dire situation.
Assuring herself there was no way out.
Telling her mind not to bother to escape her predicament.
Her mind readily jumped onto her new hopeless mindset.
Assuring the rest of her body it could shut down.
They were in prison today and would never escape.
Others tried to convince her otherwise, but it did not work.
She was determined to be imprisoned and immobilized.
No one ever knew why.
Watch your step don't trip over
Your fallen expectations
Walking this course with one foot out
the door
the other firmly planted entrenched in
fact in a masochistic inability to cry uncle
Drawn and quartered by this
Particular style of romantic comedy of errors
Let us pretend you mean what
You say or just
Put it all off for another day
Playing nice so late in the game
Only serves to confuse
I am immobilized not by your charade instead
By this belching,bellowing all consuming fear
How could any place anywhere come
Close to this exquisite unintentional misery
Unintentional as to my role,yours
a well orchestrated horror show in which
You stand in the wings clapping wildly
Calling out to my now deaf ear Encore! Encore !
Adrift her world no obstacles no dreams to moor, immobilized and still
she sailed through stardust particles then glode into the nil
Into the fire of night she tousled through, by daylight saving time a strew
a scattering of stars appeared leading her inside a flower garden made for two;
The scent of Angel trumpets, gardenias, evening primrose
blended with a fragrant voice, she simply had no choice
as she pressed her little hand against the lunar soil's embroil,
foam flowers, chocolate daisies, and Liliums appeared;
A shift, then suddenly beyond the reach of earth a blessed gift of lift
she flew inside that dwelling place where benevolent souls ignite;
Fawning love plush against the evening breeze
even stars of night choose their light protease
when a small child enters an evening Kingdom,
like a Grandiflorus cactus, falling backwards into time...
Example for my contest
December 20, 2022
Time
freezes
& moments
become
static
Monotony
paralyzes
& life
becomes
immobilized
Repetition
numbs
& one
becomes
robotic
Variation
vanishes
& existence
becomes
circular
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Variation
vanishes
& existence
becomes
circular
Repetition
numbs
& one
becomes
robotic
Monotony
paralyzes
& life
becomes
immobilized
Time
freezes
& moments
become
static
UNBEARABLE TO WITHSTAND...
PAIN CAUSED BY A CLOSE HAND...
NO FREEDOM IN THIS FREEDOM LAND...
RESULT IS DEATH IF ONE TAKES A STAND...
LONELY AND FULL OF EMOTIONS...
CONSCIOUS BUT DROWNING IN THE OPEN OCEAN...
BEWARE BECAUSE TRUTH IS DEADLY...
OBEST FROM THE LIES THEY FED ME...
I AM HURT BUT SO IS THE PAIN...
CONGRATULATIONS WHICH THEY SAY IN VAIN...
I DISCOVERED THE SOUL OF THE ROOT...
I DID IT FROM BENEATH THE SOLE OF THE BOOT...
MY PATH CAN NOT BE IMMOBILIZED...
FOR THERE IS THE PRESENCE OF THE HOLIES EYES...
I STILL CONQUER EVEN THOUGH THEY OPPRESS ME...
JUST NEVER THOUGHT MY BROTHERS WOULD NEGLECT ME...
OH FREEDOM I SING SO DESPERATELY...
SWEET AMERICA PLEASE HAVE RESPECT FOR ME...
I just inherited an old creaky and rustic mansion.
It looks as if it’s “from the house of the dead”.
As I step in the house I felt creepy and freaky!
I see my hair rise on my arm feeling immobilized.
All of a sudden it brings a cold chill over my body.
I move through the bedrooms, until I heard an echo shrill.
I start to notice I felt ill; there something feeling as if it’s taken over my body.
A dark deep clouded mist start to over whelming me and take form.
It’s beginning to transform to mirror image of my grandfather.
I need to confirm on what happening! Or can it be real.
My heart bloods pounding, so fast I can hardly breathe.
Why! Is this happening to me spouting to myself?
Ghost is prowling because it has unfinished business?
I realized it's me? He never got to say goodbye to me.
Thinking how can I apologize! I know your here to tell me goodbye.
All of sudden he starts to materialize, and see an arm wave back goodbye.
In a surprise I felt a relief come over me and seeing him with my own eyes.
I knew that he is in a much better place to lie in peace for eternity.
Last words spoken
Last will broken
Last love token
Last words spoken
Last soul shredded
Last imprint embedded
Last trauma threaded
Last soul shredded
Last fear realized
Last life immobilized
Last dream immortalized
Last fear realized
Last answers revealed
Last kiss sealed
Last fate unveiled
Last answers revealed
Last words mattered
Last dreams shattered
Last reserves scattered
Last words mattered
Last tears cried
Last years tried
Last empty pride
Last tears cried
Last battle fought
Last solace sought
Last fading thought
Last battle fought
Last love made
Last attempt played
Last memory fade
Last love made
Last words said
Last love fled
Last heart bled
Last words said
Death needs his own adjectives.
Your heart slams shut.
Feelings you have never felt are here.
Shaking you out of your boredom,
Increasing anxiety one horrible thought at a time.
Worst time ever you think.
Each death brings its own pain, slamming people shut.
He smashes you with unknown horror.
Feelings you have never had before
And will never have again clutch you by the never-befores.
Each death brings you unfamiliar levels of sadness.
You are instantly immobilized, frozen, paralyzed.
Nothing brings you pleasure.
It is as if your essence has stopped.
You are a completely different person than you were.
Then the neighbors come.
And you hate them because their lives have gone on.
And the relatives come, and everything they say is wrong.
Everyone makes over you, embraces you, kisses you, hugs you.
You have not had this many caresses since you were four.
You are loved and did not know it.
It is the rainbow after the storm,
But you do not appreciate it for a long time
Because life as you know it is over.
Please shoot up this relaxant, Wilbur politely said.
It immobilized her until she was quickly dead.
He should have reported it, but covered it up instead.
A little less honest, is the date rape bandit Ned.
He sneaks the drug into her drink, and takes her to bed.
I wish they would both get convicted, but they get away instead.
Tell your daughters if they want to be hydrated or fed,
Eat at home, and watch their drink because of this dread.
There are a few horrible bad guys out there like Wilbur and Ned.
The Covid19 is raging; but some of her friends do not care.
Two of them do not believe it exists.
One went east, the other went west, both on airplanes.
They are both living life the way they always have.
Two other friends say they are sheltering in place
Wearing masks, but she knows they are lying.
She is amazed; cannot believe how brazen they are.
Fearing the virus with every ounce of herself.
Sitting immobilized, waiting for death.
Truthfully, today might as well be the end.
She’s not seeing any of her friends or family anyway.
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