cascading post-haste
various shapes and sizes
avalanche of black and blue
when all was serene
could see it all raining down
loved ones obstructed from view
To have lived this life I’ve led and followed, to have given, to have received, and not forgotten what trespassed, remorse has ran its course. Our ancients DNA, and futures generation from me giving way. It was what on earth I was born for. Choices have been made, patterns set, pounded dogs on obstructed pavement met, trekking through jungle’s wilds, and massive labyrinths. I am not the same as before, and possibly ever shall be again. It all seems small. A dimensional me lingers, as well it should, as a reminder of the unfree, mazed in confinements adrift. I sit in a cloud amongst the other clouds, weighing heavily, measuring my myself, maturity, legacy, releasing ego's symptoms, until I acknowledge me, [karma] slowly shall I ascend into its black hole. Set in perpetual motion, an abstract me. I look back with open eyes, wide awake and I begin a new journey, a journey
of all journeys. To keep on path...
...let open your eyes
self-redeemed, shakabuked _/\_
broken & subdued
They suspended the ferry
And blamed it on ice.
With weather so frigid,
Those grounds should suffice.
The notice described
The East River, which goes
North or south, both directions
Obstructed by floes.
The fleet is aluminum,
Making it tough
To navigate safely
With waters so rough.
I don’t take it often,
But those who commute
Must be wishing this ice
Will be given the boot.
Which is just like the hope
Minnesotans possess,
For both versions of ICE
Cause incredible stress.
Someone broke into my house
A crowd assembled
Chants and banners were raised
Saying “he’s one of our neighbors”
“he has a right to be here”
He took the 50 inch TV
And my truck
His ‘NEW” neighbors
Obstructed the pursuit
Of the authorities.
Now I must decide
Which of my “neighbors”
I shall “visit”
Whose truck I shall need
And whose TV will be in it.
I lock my doors
To keep the honest people honest
[email protected]
And also the army inspector general
Allow article of legislated fold to the company
That is to history a military companies issuance
Also this issuance of assembled congress
Issued legislation
Legislation signed is congressional directed spending
A law for the people by the people
Not to be obstructed by assembly of state outsiding a "lobby"
Wanted Position Reads, Track 1
Zoe Hush
Used to write Use
Use to me
Retracted
Miss backed it
Miley Rush?
Too know
There's billie
How little the type sets fed
Mister
Begin behind him, as?
I
Took awhile
To lose change
In me
Buy mine
Pay in attentive
A hearing
Over
Over me
I'm kind at the bottom
Of her lines
he's only said
article
by hanging his head down
Here is hear
In our life
Elizabeth Warren and Robert Kennedy
Servants of ours
Free speech is obstructed
By all in lobby
Counterfeiting article of Senate resolution
Blinding press powers the fold of peace
WASHED AWAY BY THE TIDE
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I see the vestiges of yesterday,
echoes of mistakes,
like footprints in the sand,
that the time of time washed away.
Every mistake,
is like a grain of sand on the beach,
a sandcastle of errors,
mistakes that the tide of time washes away.
the wind of self-forgiveness
pulls me up, propelling me
beyond the limits
of mistakes I made yesterday.
I hear the wind, realizing…
the sky does not stop the dawn
for the clouds that came in.
nor does the river mourn
the stones that once obstructed its flow.
the beautiful truth—
*There is so much more to me
than my faults.
I am the promise
of who I am yet to be.
*Note:“You’re so much more than your mistakes.” quoted from Dr. Wayne Dyer
What is a color
obstructed
What is a sonnet
untold
What is the price
of reluctance
Tainted in silver
or gold
What is the weight
of your damming
What is a blessing
unused
What is the lifespan
of choices unmade
Measured in freedom
— recused
(The First Book Of Prayers: July, 2025)
Our sight is obstructed by a wall and a shadow.
~Nikola Tesla
O2 at 2L keeps Mother's skin
color healthy,
but she's frail,
more frail each day she lingers
in this world of shadows~
She holds the holy grail
of God's light and follows a path
illumined by love and grace,
powered by God's wind and golden sail.
JUXTAPOSED
Standing either side of a door that is closed
One might feel the other, just an inch away
As two hearts that appear to be juxtaposed
Just a whispered word, that the other might say
Would be enough, despite the obstructed view
Perhaps a touch must wait for another day
Feelings both felt and expressed, are ever true
Love permeates even the grain of the wood
But with a locked door, what can one ever do
Wanting to break it down, if one only could
To restore that sense of being together
Just the one time when face to face, was so good
Fearing separation may be forever
A linking of minds that neither will sever
A weir holds back the river
against the flow of the morning tide
I wonder how many thoughts,
unspoken, lie behind its barrier-
ponderings of love, turmoil, betrayal
obstructed by the dam of emotional blocks
struggling to break free from their confines.
Like silent storms beneath the surface,
they swirl in the depths of the mind,
the dam of fear, of shame,
keeps them hidden from the light.
moment a potential release,
each breath a reminder of restraint.
The heart, a vessel so full of longing,
yet bound by invisible chains,
craves the freedom to flow unbound,
to speak the words that have waited too long.
But the weir stands firm,
its stones like the weight of doubt,
the water rising higher,
pressing against its edges,
until one day—
will it break, or will the river flow in silence forever?
On a walk a few days before Christmas…
I was greeted by a morning fog so thick…
to my face and hands and clothing…
that heavy fog did stick.
A blanket so dense when I looked ahead…
the fog obstructed my view…
The kind of fog you don’t walk in…
you find yourself walking through.
This fog blocked the moon and the stars
and frustrated the morning breeze
everything around was wet…
i could hear fog dripping off the trees.
As I turned the corner down town
on this cozy foggy night
I was greeted there on Main Street
by a host of Christmas lights.
I stopped to enjoy the moment
as the multi-colored lights blended with the foggy grey.
I stopped because the moment
took my breath away.
I walked the rest of the way in silence…
a fitting epilogue…
to the morning I was blessed
to be surrounded
by the beauty of the fog.
Eyes obstructed, where miles go
So important, who we kill intentionally
Even ourselves, risk to injury
To death do we die desire
In our own mind silent misery
Living a life we take, if not our own
Text-ing, a straight neck deadly society
They drive and text, walk and text
Even on a call and text we done
They eat and text, some crap while doing
Has tech consumed even outside play
Days of call me at home
A phone booth on a corner street
People use brain we call a library
Now all AI doing thinking before speak
Crime in streets, Internet isn't safe
A worm hole, a back door
Sounds like wild sex, it's electrifying
Text-ing, an erge as addicted as drugs
Phone always in face even while sleep
Early morning coffee, grab on way up
Where's excitement to life's adventure
A computer leading lifes way
If it's man-made it breaks
Down even our soul's drama fill world
Text-ing, as deadly as a phone to the ear
Back against "The Resolution Door"
the first thing that hits you is the
depravity, then self-loathing follows
close behind. Then just when hoping
the first thought was getting better.
That you're getting the upper-hands
and there can't be too much longer.
The head goes light, as the light goes
out.
When the lights come on, reality sets
in.
Obstructed by responsibility-weighted
inside here.
Moral code aligns and then provides
possible directions.
Instincts, a natural pre-set driving
the final decision.
I'd take me with me, but only if
I'll
Let
Me.
|| Verdict? ||
Written on Mar-23-2024
Twilight has set me free
To this feeling I must cling
Then from the heavens descended
A window on a string...
My view now slightly obstructed
By soul sucking muntins.
Perhaps it is a prank done by
Some snot nosed heavenly munchkins
A vision once so sublime,
Is now sullied by the glare
That mocks me wholeheartedly, my reflection
Was donned with the blankest of stares.
I walked through the field to
Make my way back home
It would stay in front of me,
No matter which direction I would go.
I got my baseball bat, gripped it tight
Got to make sure I hit it just right.
A tidal wave of a swing was greeted bluntly
With a sad song, the faintest of dings
How will I ever rid myself of it?
I am still stuck with this cursed thing!
Perhaps I am just cursed forever
With this window on a string.
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