Deeply Reflecting
On lost opportunities
Bound by yesterday
Living death
Never to feel
Owner
of your breath
Never to feel
Owner
of your movements
Surviving in a life
Not belonging to you
Surviving as a slave
Craving to be free
A life closed
Never to use
Your talent
Closed to
Your energy
A mind made into a wasteland
By the evil work of a human hand
Unsurmountable obstacles in front
Imponderable mountain behind
Endless wait
Useless time
Chinese wisdom says
OBSTRUCTION
WAIT IN STILLNESS
“Teach me not to care
Teach me to be still”
A shadow, thick and still,
blocking the sun’s path
across my dusty road.
Not a tree—
too solid,
lacking rustle or sway.
Not a wall,
though it bears weight,
no brick, no mortar, no gray.
It hums.
A low vibration,
felt more than heard—
a tremor in the bone,
as if the ground remembers something
I’ve tried to forget.
I try to step around it.
It stretches,
mirrors my movement,
stays ahead of me,
patient as consequence.
Is it fear,
finally dense enough to cast shade—
a monument built
from every hesitation?
Or something unfinished,
rootless,
searching for a place
to stand still?
I reach out.
My hand pauses
where light should be,
hovering at the edge of proof,
knowing once I touch it,
it will learn my name.
A change to the Constitution is called an amendment.
Free Speech must be heard
Concerning poverty's speech what should we say of homeless waiting times?
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Look at the mad period needy
A temporary obstruction
A quiet despair, in a few weeks, I will be very
old, do I tell lies to myself, saying, I dance well
When no one looks, but why do I remember
the Buenos Aires tango in a nightclub in
In 1957, she was in her forties, but with a sleek
body, I was seventeen, so beat that Macron
Then, in the morning, shots were fired, soldiers
thronged the deck of the ship and running about
in the streets, looking for traitors, the name
The dictator gave those who disagreed with
His fascist ideology
To think that much water has run into the ocean
Yet it happens again, a new authoritarian
regime in Washington
a dark time for America
but I know the Americans will rise and be
free again
William Barr told Congress a lie
And Mitch Mc Connell knew why
Who cares if they lied?
That's GOP pride!
Giuliani finds a fall guy!
Horn Haiku.
To be culpable,
You do not need to complete,
Any obstruction.
Trump is never nice;
With his vice he does entice,
And sins shall suffice.,
Truly a lost cause;
Qualities not redeeming;
Sets poor example.
Trump lied while we cried;
He had killed figure of speech,
Being blasphemous.
Trump has been lazy;
Always sitting on keister;
Never getting off.
Sri Lanka so sad;
Once was country of Ceylon,
And now death does part.
He fought off our foes;
We know that Jesus arose,
After death He chose.
You should think about,
All of the things that I wrote,
Then read them again.
Jim Horn
All You Hear About Is Obstruction
What they created was much construction,
With each object ending up in obstruction;
Heard some say,
Getting in way,
Of justice disposed of in final destruction.
Jim Horn
Obstruction of Corruption
If it really was inclusive
Could it also be intrusive
And had it been obstructive
What it created was corruptive
All confused with collusive.
Here are some tweaks
for you lawyer freaks.
Jim Horn
pen calmly awaits
feeling papers soft touch
minds void obstructing
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