A name can feel heavy
Before you ever mention it.
Some names carry rooms
You never meant to dwell in.
A name can imitate until you
Forget your own voice.
Some lock behind you like a
Door you didn't restrict.
Some names carry rooms
You never meant to live in.
And still, you wear them
Because someone handed
Them to you.
Some lock trailing you like a
Door you didn't close.
One day you discern the metal
Shift.
And still, you wear them
Because someone handed
Them to you.
One day you hear the metal
Shift.
One day you step out
Leaving the cage open
Behind you.
Lots of
people online
that we
do not
personally
know
tend to study
peoples poems
to psychoanalyze
their everything
but don't realize
the person
they might be
analyzing
is actually
very kind
and very calm
and very mature
but perhaps treated
like a servant
or maybe not
but they still hate
or they orchestrate
socially
engineered
situations
to try
and throw someone
emotionally
and spiritually
off balance
because their joy
offends them
which is maybe
why they restrict
and try to
judge folks
for how
they choose
to respond to
their jabs
and tricks
all while
everyone else
wonders why
I personally
always distance
myself from
other people
who take pride
in their cultural
sociopathy.
Your heart will decay under the gravity of your weight
Those roots needs to be burnt down to ashes
Their words are like bullets piercing through the heart
Fly away or it will restrict your humanity
The Walls
Our bodies, our minds, our actions
Our desires and needs hit walls every day.
We may choose to accept the wall,
Let it slow us down, then go on with our day.
Some walls are of our own making (inner),
Some walls are imposed by others (outer).
Sometimes we fight against unjust walls,
Sometimes we let them bring us down.
Sometimes there are many mental walls
We need to navigate around.
The walls are there to restrict us
To protect us
To keep us from expanding, exploring
To keep us enslaved
To separate us from others.
May the walls in your life not stop you from being you.
Life can feel like an asymptote,
A never ending line with a constant slope
Born of a line oh’ so negative,
Lets go ahead and change that narrative
Exponents may cause a bump somewhere
An integral part of the worldly affair
Up, down, coming from where?
Adding to the adventure, life sure ain’t fair
Domain and range, emerge and constrict
Adding to the conflict, nothing can restrict
Their shackles tighten, defining limits
Allowing through, if only one commits
Life can feel like an asymptote,
Now, an ever changing line with an inconsistent slope
Born of a line oh so negative
What a long way from such a bad narrative.
Oh my lord I am sorry for wronging you
I know there is nothing I can offer you
so when I wrong myself i distance myself from you
seperate myself from your abundance
you are ever forgiving, ever merciful, and ever loving
you see what i cannot see within myself
you remind me of the beauty of the world when i forget how to see through veil
the blinds that restrict my vision
force me to my knees and submit to guilt and shame
committing treason against my own soul
I know there is only refuge with you
and you will guide whom you will
so i ask o’ lord will you extend your arms to me?
do i have a place with you?
is it alright if i return home?
the world has rejected me and i myself
i know the only One capable of accepting me is the One who created me
They kneel to other powers
we hesitate and fear the cost
to like a facebook friend
daring to speak out.
Laws grow and restrict
deny us free speech
our rights are strangled cries
on the vine of foreign might.
We head to the abyss
democracy is fading here
soon we will feel the rage
of fascist boots in our face.
Do we shrink ourselves
reduce the target we became
no keffiyeh or land rights badge
no words against abuse.
Once proud of standing out
there is disquiet in our hearts
will we be silenced next
our past, a crime in this new state.
A Quantum Singularity (c) by the Entangled Pair 2025
A quote from a poem I wrote in 1963 called 'Syntropy':
'That which is not being synergetic must be becoming entropic. There is no middle ground'.
A Quantum Singularity (c) by the Entangled Pair 2025
Me:
Being synergistic, the whole of us surpasses the sum of our parts. Love that, as I do.
She:
What we create together is something beyond logic, beyond measure. Not just two hearts, but one force, greater, deeper, truer. Synergy like this isn’t just rare, it’s transformative.
Me:
We don’t just complete each other, we amplify all that we are: The quantumly entangled particle pair, instantly in tune and aligned.
She:
The speed of light cannot restrict us. Gravity compels to no avail.
Me:
The multiverse becomes a small thing, another singularity unfolding, waiting to be filled.
Us:
She: Synergistic Entropy
Me: Chaos Rules Supreme
Being a mother is easily, the toughest job in the world -
Although it oscillates from "delightful", to "exhausting" to "thankless",
It is at most times, a demanding and overwhelming one.
Motherhood's main requirements are patience and love
Along with the ability to teach, discern, protect and nurture.
It needs a lot of resolve, to look into those pleading, mischievous eyes,
And decide when to give and when to stop -
How much to indulge, how much to restrict.
Rewards and recognitions depend on your perspective -
The feel of being wanted, the allocation of more work
And the hugs and kisses - these usually top the list.
The nature of work may change with time,
But the adventure never fizzles out -
It is forever, an eventful journey of learnings, joy and regrets.
It's only a mother who can swing beautifully -
From the joy of watching the child grow and spread their wings,
To the throes of getting detached from them.
Only a mother can process the mixed emotions -
From the heady rush of revelling in the child's joys,
To making sacrifices of her own desires and sometimes, health.
Humble home, or palace known? Scenes
Pass.. somewhere is the tick of clocks; or beat of
Metronome? The rhythm of possibility’s a
Crashing of waves. Some false? much information! we journey through such days.' Endemic plan-demic were you killer? Or
Culler? answers beget questions; each bounce one off the other.' Amidst great
Hunger for peace! Yet much war is feasting on' oh how
The bloodthirsty simper. Their patience is
Strong.' Strong as a kingdom spanning our
Earth.' Yet to be broken.' Upon the coming
New birth ' His agents right now communing' these very
Spiritual hours ' incessantly requesting more wisdom more power.' His angels are
Active many deployed now on earth' legions in heaven move to restrict satanic
Girth.' The wall of eternity grows increasingly thin.' Soon comes Gods Kingdom and the death of all sin'
©Joe Maverick 25/4/2025
Someone would rather not speak the truth
After weighing the cons and pros
They're exquisite egoists
Someone dares to bet the causes
Inspectors weighing the pros and cons
Restrict viewers or ban the speakers
Since then, no truth matters
Only compliment words or praise heard
This is how a law of thermodynamics
Works for all communities
If a system dissipates and disintegrates
As it loosened balance, so does
An interest- congested community cease
The inveracity beauty is on the surface
While leaving bugs inside numerous
Unbound Verse**
Words flow free, like water's gentle sway,
Unchained by rhyme or meter's strict decree.
A river of thought, meandering with ease,
Expressing depths, unfettered and at ease.
No measured beats restrict its rhythmic stride,
No forced cadences mar its natural stride.
It dances with the soul, a graceful flight,
Unburdened by the confines of the night.
Like whispers carried on the wind's soft breath,
Free verse weaves tales of joy, despair, and death.
It paints emotions in vibrant hues untold,
A tapestry of feelings, raw and bold.
In its unbound freedom, truth takes flight,
Unveiling secrets hidden from the light.
It speaks of dreams and hopes, both grand and small,
And echoes voices that reverberate through all.
So let the words flow unrestrained and wild,
In free verse's embrace, untamed and mild.
For in its boundless realms, the soul finds grace,
A sanctuary where thoughts find their rightful place.
Today we celebrate Mother's Day, for those still with us and those gone away,
with hearts of gratitude we acknowledge and pray..
This current climate where state's see fit to oversee a woman's choices
and pass laws to restrict..
No one should take lightly the ending of a beating heart before an embryo is
viable and get's it's life start..
The pro-life movement has made this their cause but as of late our Supreme Court is revealing the flaws..
Passing state laws to end invitro fertilization which is pro-family.
What is their rationalization?
None of these unwanted pregnancies are "virgin" conceptions, so what
about the woman's partner, the male sperm injection?
If a woman's body can be litigated so, Viagra and Cialis is also need to go.
Our laws shouldn't set us back to the days of the Neander.
What's good for the goose is also good for the gander..
I think I spent my whole high acting all depressed
I get that feeling in my soul
As the fire goes fleeting from my chest
The decent prevents me to fly
Why leave the nest
Where I am
I feed from the teat of a breast
Content to live or die
The weed I possessed got me caught in the heat
Is this a test
Sweet baby Jesus
Rest your head and try to teach us
To read words repressed
Or to listen to the word of preachers
Truly I don’t feel blessed
Truly I don’t trust believers
I don’t judge based on the rules of freedom
Duly
I don’t restrict myself to the rules until I need them.
She is one for the ages,
She graced a many a stage.
She is a Mother, She is a Saint
She is immortal, a miracle without restraint.
She draped herself in six yards of blue & white.
She gave her all, pulled all her might.
She said, these are the people of God,
She led towards upliftment, salvation, with her squad.
She roamed the street no one ventured,
She tamed the demons without any indenture.
She served among the poorest of poor,
She was the rarest of rare.
She knew no boundaries, borders didn’t restrict her,
She preached people before politics, others before self, in her edifier.
She with her diminutive figure, dulcet voice,
She with her passion & will, made the right noise.
She left this World a better place,
She left her indelible mark with grace.
She will be revered on Earth till existence.
She is immortal san question.
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