Long Shackle Poems
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Guardian of the Light
I'm not afraid, wanderer with your temple scorched by ash, that you'll steal the light from my chest,
I've hidden it in the bell inside me, under the ember still burning from my last broken shackle,
I carry it like a wound that never heals, but only grows deeper and more upright,
a flame no shadow can put out, however hungry and however corrupt it grows.
From the weeping rib I gather white masts, one for every shattered ray of light,
and I plant them, like crosses of salt, in the seas of blood that no longer carry anyone;
that way the horizon stays awake, even if the flood should come to carry me off,
I'll still keep the small boat of my soul afloat, above the last dead string.
I won't leave my light in hands of stone, prey to the ravenous mouths of hungry dark,
I wall it into old towers, into cold hearths, under psalms of fire and a seal of thought;
and the gentle oil, veined with amber like a burning dusk,
I keep in candles of sun, myrrh carried by the last dying psalmist.
And should the madmen come to dig up the treasures hidden in the silent universe's depths,
I'll lay scales of lightning over their eyelids, so their dream is wasted, lost,
I'll raise seraphim out of the reverse side, torn from the flesh of night,
to stand guard at the place where once my light came down and made itself seen.
I know the seed sleeps in a cup hidden in a cave, under granite and ancient smoke,
from it rise, when worlds collapse, forests of sky with angels lost and untroubled;
I'll keep watch through the old return, the key hidden in the bone of a crooked wall,
standing guard over my inheritance, with cold stars kept in sentry boxes, under a foreign sky.
But when the sick century falls upon the world, its forehead shattered into dust and wind,
from the nameless reserves of light I will stitch the torn creation back onto the earth;
and when, at last, out of dust and eclipses, you return to ask after the sacred wealth,
you'll find the light multiplied in ellipses, roots in the sky and flowers deep in the ground.
Mortal bonds, the chains of flesh
Shackle a weary spirit
To a crushing forlorn succession
Of a failing in the means to find answers
Any action, bound to be
A fruitless endeavor
Disquieted passerby
One gaze into a jaded pair of hollow eyes
As if viewing through a pair of stained windows
Of ornate painted glass
The visage, like the empty pews
Of a magnificent cathedral
Of agonizing sorrow
that which never ends
Blunting the edge of indescretion
I will find no relief
Ceaselessly lamenting
dismally spiraling
Into loathing lol self reflection
Catatonically stricken
By the weight of calamity
Ironically symbolized
To illustrate a trend
Bending will, I broke it.
I chagrined in disbelief.
mortality, transcendence
A "witch" you called, a "witch" you fervently cursed,
and a witch you shall see, for my eyes pierce the darkness of your ignorance,
this neck is not for your cutting, these wrists are not for your chains,
but they are mine to use, to dance around the fire that burns in the core of my soul.
And I will use them well, igniting your souls with the wood you prepared for burning,
I will shackle your minds and open them with force, with the chains you humbly offered me,
you refuse to see, but I will make you look deep into the truths you have avoided,
I will show you the price of my blood you thought you could spill without consequence.
For in every curse spoken without thought, in every chain forged to bind me,
lies a power you ignore, a magic that refuses to be subdued,
and in the fire you lit for destruction, I will be reborn, a living flame,
transforming your fear into understanding, and ignorance into pure knowledge.
For I am not a shadow to be banished with empty words,
but I am the storm that will stir your sleeping souls,
and you will understand that the witch you fear is nothing but the mirror
in which your truth is reflected, a truth that can no longer be hidden.
I do not know what I'm going to Write
I don't want to offend, I won't fight
Are YOU a Sissy when YOU Cry at a WAKE?
Do the Salted Tears say Your Masculinity's FAKE?
As you stand by the Graveside of YOUR Only True LOVE
Salt rivers rolling down YOUR cheek : Sissy, Men Don’t cry
Do the tears (as unto Samson ) take away Your strength? YOU Die?!
YOU are no longer a Rock, The pillar the Great Man YOUR Child speaks of
Even the Welling up of Tears in YOUR eyes Sissy, Men DOn’t Cry
Oh! Look at the little Baby Cry: go on. Get out of here YOUR not a Man
Can these Tears change YOUR Mind, Thoughts, Ideas : Do they make YOUR Soul ;Lie
Are the Solemn TEARS of SALVATION the Pathway to Heaven the Promise Land
Let there not be Tears of Fear, Tears of Joy, Tears of excruciating PAIN
You are a Man Do not let down Your manly defenses, Do not let YOUR Tears Rain
Sissy - Men DON’t Cry unsheathe thy sword show the World the Tear, YOU’VE Slain
I Cry for those who have never shed a Tear, Emotions buried inside with shackle and Chain
Sissy -- MEN DON’T CRY
I Respectfully Disagree
Should a Man Shed a TEAR
Silently or publicly
YOU ARE STILL A MAN
Dedicated With Honor and Respect To John Rhinem An Michael Jordan
My Freedom is,
Looking at the world,
with child-like wonder,
compassionate loving and
Spiritual eyes.
My Freedom is,
Watching dandelion seeds
Blow by me on a
warm Summer's breeze.
My Freedom is,
Listening to music and
Dancing in front of the mirror
I brush my teeth
Every morning and every night.
My Freedom is,
Looking up at the rain
and feeling The Divine's
Tears of Her Joys and Her Sorrows
That soothes my darkness
and awakens my Shine.
My Freedom is...
Closing my eyes
and remember how
my lovers' passionate kiss
rests on my trebling lips.
My Freedom is..
Laughing so hard from a joke
That I only know the punchline too.
And someone else joins in and laughs
My Freedom is,
Looking in my childrens' twinkling eyes
and seeing love, light ,and laughter
and reflecting it back to me.
My Freedom is my heart
My Freedom is my mind
My Freedom is my soul.
They can shackle my hand and feet,
They can put me in a cage,
they can try to dehumanize me,
But they can only take what give to them
My Heart Mind Soul is Mine
My Freedom belongs to Me
I dance to the rhythm of an undefined song,
without lyrics but the melody is alluring.
I'm drawn to its beat as though magnetically pulled
in much the same way as the moon
channels the tides, fondling them ashore.
Whether inherent or intrinsic, I fail to comprehend.
It's always been a mystery to me...
What is it that pulls me into relationships
that leaves me adrift on the sea,
or feeling the need to free myself
from the muck and mire of quicksand,
hoping I'll stand on my own once more?
Shouldn't I be able to attract with body or mind,
those who'd not end my dance with syncopated steps?
Perhaps my power has not yet been realized.
What force holds me back, I've yet to find.
It escapes me, but I'll not allow it to shackle my feet.
I've the need to focus upon gaining more strength,
a willingness to ignite an internal light.
One that glows with enough luminescence
to radiate a welcoming gleam from me.
It will fill my soul with unleashed momentum
so, I can align myself with others,
those who would join me in the lure of the dance.
I must feel that pull in the light or the dark,
whether the tide is ebbing or flowing.
Is there one or more who is attracted to me,
drawn by the look in my eyes?
One who is aligned with my thoughts
and in perfect sync with the rhythm
that continually strums within my heart.
October 24, 2022
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Time,
The Mortal enemy,
Of my unwanted Soul.
Peace,
A distant dream now,
Somewhere beyond this hole.
Lies,
Tall tales have been fed me,
Since early in my youth.
Burns,
The brokenness within me,
I cannot find the truth.
Tears,
The river bursts within me,
A raging torrent in my brain.
Fears,
Look how they see me,
A man completely insane.
Hope,
Lost in my foggy future,
It wasnt meant for me.
Dreams,
Crushed and quietly abandoned,
Sinking in this barren sea.
Walls,
My callous heart has erected,
To shackle me to my pain.
Tombs,
Seal me away forever,
To never feel these things again.
The rain blows hard and stings my eyes
On winds that whip against my face.
I could here drown without a trace.
Despite it all still I will rise.
They pull me down with hurtful lies.
They wish me ill; they do me harm.
With words they'd shackle tight my arm.
In spite of that still I will rise.
They jeer. They mock and criticize
That which I fear they'll never know.
They wish to pull and drag me low.
To spite them all still I will rise.
My eyes are set upon the skies
Where kindness floats on angel wings
And bids me join its haloed rings.
Inspired, hopeful, still I will rise.
9.19.18
Contest: Enclosed Rhyme
Sponsor: Dear Heart
On a hot and windless night
I lay in bed quietly with a bit sad
Looking back on the journey
A shadow appears bashfully on the catwalk
As shy as debtors for a grace time hide
I feel odd suddenly about that
It happens for no known reason
...
Or like a criminal carries a shackle
Escorting a soul of exile
The self-torture of
Suffocating in the dust
Being stirred up by passers...
Fairly, it represents nothing
In a world shared less or more
If equalizing goodwill with goodwill
And evil with evil...
Say it loudly, I'm truly worthy of
Standing between earth and heaven
And facing by person to person...
Not much time will be left
For flying Spiritual whiskers in the wind
And singing virtually among the mountains ...
Hot beauty
Like a rattling dove
Whirling cocooned in a flood
Like thirst dripped
Onto the furnace
Of hot galloping wax
Into my tingling
Expanding fibers
On that balm-coated
Trembling cloth of canvas
In that moment when the flame
Flares up with a great heat
As a bomb exploding
Drop of wax is pounding
Sensuous broth is boiling
I am covering you up
With beeswax
With the honeycomb
This glaze of love
Wrapping you like a shroud
A spoiled brat in a raging heather
Prince on board
With his bluish temper
With his depraved rampant
In Perverse abundance
Lid on the lid of lids
This ark of passions
Tavern decays
Delusional Grieving
Monastery of Struggling
Sine Diagram Cosine Graphs
In contemptuous arrogance
In the flight of excitement
Shackle stick me to the ground
The unsurpassable ratio
The Unstoppable Quotient
Horizontal constant eight
Let out a giggle,
In the delirium of
Snickering laugh
The sand is pouring,
The alarm is beeping
Time is running a race,
Can’t keep up with pace
My relentless robotic
Endurance overtakes