The door of the cell
slammed close
with a brutal clang.
Then, the slow sliding
of a rusty bolt
bought darkness;
and with it
comfort;
at last.
Hatred is a sort of colonisation
It governs the heart
Like colonisation governs a colony
Where freedom is restricted
Love exhausted
Hegemony impudent
And the mind becomes a slave
Chronically angry and frustrated
And so a spiritual release is needed
Maybe through a religion
Or a blessing from God
One and another
Who love each other, but they
Can't be together
Written on January 12, 2021
I’ve been restricted from birth’
I was born with a leash
I’ve never been on land and I feel like a fish
Restricted like a boat caught on land
I cant float on shore because I’m stuck in the sand
Starving because of words that I ate
I can’t build a future and I can’t go on a date
I’m just an abandoned car left without rims
Even a cadaver dog can’t sniff the cent of my dreams
Dashed by my own flesh and blood
They say “Its thicker than water” but I’m stuck in the mud
My success is unfair to them’ and I don’t belong
So I decided to write this poem’ but it won’t to be long
Sometimes I wish I could swap with someone in prison
Because I’ve been stuck in this pit for long & I’m freezing
Restricted, by my own fear, to utter the whole story
Frightened by the servants who gave the devil glory
Stuck in this bottle.
Where do I go?
I feel like I've lost all control.
This feeling it hurts.
I wish I could show.
My thoughts are consuming.
They even overflow.
This bottle is small.
My my aspirations are to large.
I wish I could finally take charge.
My mind was once beautiful.
My heart was once pure.
This world tore me apart.
It left me nothing more.
Just a little light to fix these dark clouds.
I'm all out of fight.
I started getting used to the night
RESTRICTED DIET –
JOURNAL IX
When digestion
falters
One’s favorite
dishes become an
internal poison
The ancient is
forced to start a
restricted diet –
No more pizza,
mashed potatoes and
gravy,
French fries
It seems all the
really rich, tasty
foods are
Forbidden
When we cheat,
overeat, stomach’s
revenge is
severe
Constipation grips
the old hind
quarters like
a nagging
wife,
or gas inflates the
gut to beach ball
proportion
Ah though, everyone
has a perfect
solution –
prune juice,
the gluten-free,
fiber to name
a few
These might furnish
temporary relief,
but, alas,
nothing proves
lasting
The release of gas
often proves one of
life’s
most precious,
enjoyable moments
In these last few I
vow a stoic
acceptance
C
I feel so deprived
By ensemble of clothing
Yours especially
im restricted with youre choices
it makes me wanna cry
im surrounded by voices
that say, girl , why
youre amaizing and u know it
i dont have to say
i think youve forgotten but somehow it got away
he seems to control u
no matter what u do
its coming up sooooooo often but some how it gets to u
and baby dont defend cause i swear ill leave u in the end
Tree branches inside
Elaborate orb of space
Confined, restricted
Kept tied together within
The great mother tree herself
Russell Sivey
The gambler-Loses our home-My husband.
Perhaps on hind sight they may decide to add more time they may fix the presets
to make
them open they may even be more user friendly but they missed it for the first time around
how can you pretend to knoeledge when you hoard it when you keep it from the whole
crowd and dish it out with the silver spoon as pablum carping in a stream. Refusing to be
sane and safe you LORD it over otheres no Lord no power in your hand but the gang like
backing of the others of your kind insisting on rules that neither help or edify the group you
seem intent on making a world of non believers full of sin and queerness restricted in the
use of all equipment not needing more than querulous food fed inthevieniously overhead of
all the smarter ones never will agree this is exactly what it look likes this attempt at poetry is
a poor ensample of a poor example of a poor man attempting poetry. In other word the man
attempting to convey to the reader a poor understanding.
You wish to roam free and not be blocked in,
But these rules and restrictions pop up once again,
They build up and block your way just like a fence,
You stomp then think of the jump which comes with a consequence,
So many things that cant be done,
Thats why people try to cheat in life by using a gun,
All you want is a little extra air,
Different people different rules is that really fair