A prisoner
long muted
An inmate
of time
Its ball
and its chain
Restricts
and defines
Promises
broken
With freedom
abjured
The silence
a lock
To bind me
— secure
(Dreamsleep: July, 2026)
Birthstones and horoscopes over a chi-square
Months with periscopes everywhere
Moon and Sun in shaded segments
Boon and pun in braided alignments
Spells and pleas yowling in the wilderness
Wells or seas swigging in emptiness
Thoughts wandering around
Droughts and dryness seething in a playground
Warmth or heat you nestled from scorching daylight
Cold air or dew drop sighed by moonlight
Wall clock that restricts your borrowed time
Or unseen counter that predicts your stolen dime
Each day that passes by
All day you ask without a bye
Each night that crawls in the dark
All your might you grope behind a scalded bark
Shadows that follow you
Wedge pillows you never had that haunt you
Tales in dreams that smother you
Puzzles in reams that harrow you...
Why bother when there's none to fear?
Fear only God who's able to hear
Your qualms will never leave you
Only until you believe they're never yours that weave you!
Denial will get you no-where, a dead end road
A false belief, hanging on untied string
It keeps you from uplifting and living fully
It prevents genuine care, not the fire burning
It restricts truth and contiuously badgers your soul
When it all caves in, there is no use complaining
- Denial built the bridge that fell -
Heidi Sands
4/12/26
(C)opyright
Hell itself cannot burn any brighter
No faster than stars fuel the sky
I follow them all in search of heaven
But it’s us on Earth feeding that fire
They all fade slowly from existence
Spreading out right under my eyes
Not because they obey a command
In truth, there’s so much space to hide
I watch distance stretching on forever
As human intelligence restricts my mind
Nothing stays in the place it begins
Perceived certainty, or just plain lies
And I’ve many grave misgivings
about rockstars that chose to die
Did they tap into a secret chord
to find it was always background noise
Oh, I curse this whole damn cosmos
for creating such an impenetrable void
It knows nothing of fixed boundaries
Only how to dim despite all our sighs
With wars at every dawn,
Danger prowls—a hungry beast.
One must don their armor,
Or fall where life has ceased.
Yet armor weighs upon the fighter,
Restricts step, exhausts the might,
But shields the heart and guards the soul,
Sustaining life through the endless fight.
You who walk unarmored,
Must sell your all to gain your shield,
For battle comes—none shall be spared,
And empty hands will never yield.
The day of blood will soon arise,
When armor’s stock is spent and gone,
And none will lend their own,
For all must strive to survive the war.
When man suffers;
'Fancy' is the call,
Lacks eternity though---
Restricts the fall.
Dark decorum of life
Takes down fancy's rhyme,
Oh, it's not a "deceiving elf"
Hopefully, all the time.
Blend of colour and truth
With cultivated dreams
What more can we call---
Surely a fancy it is!
Love, live and make belief
It's all to have here;
Fancy helps with the rest ---
We rewrite and share!
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LOOKING BACK IN TIME...
I WAS SITTING IN A CLASSROOM.
AS A VERY YOUNG PERSON.
AND THE TEACHER SAID.
LET'S ALL CLEAR OUR MINDS
AND THINK OF THE DIFFERENT WAYS
WE CAN COUNT TO 100.
I THOUGHT ABOUT THE TASK.
1... 1 2 3...100
2... 2 4 6...100
4... 4 8 12...100
5... 5 10 15...100
10... 10 20 ...100
20... 20 40...100
25...25 50 75 100
50... 50 100.
THE POINT IS
WHEN WE CLEAR OUR MINDS
WE ALLOW OURSELVES
TO THINK AND DISCOVER
OUR OPTIONS IN LIFE.
IT ALSO ALLOWS US
TO INCREASE OUR AWARENESS
OR ELEVATE OUR CONSCIOUSNESS.
WHEN WE DISCARD
THE PROPAGANDA ,
HATRED , ANGER , ANIMOSITY
AND JEALOUSY.
WE FREE OURSELVES
FROM OPPRESSION ,
TYRANNY , MENTAL SLAVERY.
CHAOS , MAYHEM AND THE
BOMBARDMENT OF DISTRACTIONS.
CONFORMITY,
DESTROYS , LIMITS , RESTRICTS
AND ELIMINATES OUR FREEDOM.
ONCE AGAIN BRINGING US
TO THE CONCLUSION
LIFE IS GREAT ...
FANTASTIC ...
INCREDIBLE ...
AND AT TIMES...
UNBELIEVABLE.
Michael E. Harris
06221022
A strange bay lay before me,
These dark waters lay so serene,
I see those faces that once be,
They seem so calm in the oceans breeze,
However their silence heralds a terrible scream,
I remain on the edge of the land,
Hearing the desolate melody of a sunken band,
What once brought me endless wonder a hope bearing rope,
Has truly become my final hope,
The land I walk on is cursed,
And it makes me wonder if it really can get worse,
Though I wish to throw myself among those cold waters,
My fear restricts me from laying my life slaughtered,
For I know not what lies in those waves,
Will I become a demons slave?
Or will my existence never see day?
For now I roam on the beach,
Always ready for this sweet release,
And I have my toes in the sea,
For when it becomes too much for me,
And I may throw myself in its twisted serenity,
And play in its tragic melody,
For the remainder of eternity.
Toss and turn, turn and toss
Those elephants in their beds
designed for a 'hoss'
I love him; I love him not
He loves us; he loves us not
Thus do they while the night away...
What they wouldn't give to be able to sleep
Yet no matter how social media restricts him
He'll still find a way to say Bleep
If those elephants would only look past their nose
They might take a lesson from the donkeys, their foes --
Who let their failed Presidential Candidate
Simply twist in the wind
Until, inevitably
She did herself in
My mask doth not inspire
It maketh me perspire
Restricts my respiration
Foileth my aspirations
Causeth naught but aggravation
Leadeth me to consternation
Ever been diagnosed with minor deadness
When symptoms are stiffness and deafness
Stillness prevails
Absence of emails
Also restricts their game of tennis
POETRY
Poetry by tradition must be rhythmic.
Rhyming or non-rhyming matters little.
Rules- regulations to pen a poem
restricts poet to fly freely in sky
Better to allow the poet to soar high.
Wandering in dreams to be amused
on own muse reflecting on emotion.
Free verse is queen in realm of poems.
Rhythm with internal rhyming runs fine.
Yet Poetry is nicest creation
simultaneous self recreation.
Human feelings best to be realized
through songs and poems.
Lyrics also are part of poetry.
Perfect poetry to feel and realize,
neither to analyze or criticize.
Whether structured form or free verse to flow
True poetry in any guise sure to glow.
11/26/19
Black eyes hang underneath fur covered eyebrows,
Staring back at the manicure that restricts freedom
Six feet of silence between them.
Pink leather wraps around it’s fatty neck,
Overgrown nails tip toe on the gum plastered sidewalk
A curved tail smacks the air around from side to side
Tan fur rises as summer’s breeze dances around
And strangers with changing masks bend their knees to feel a wiry back.
Squirrel tails,
I see three squirrel tails!
perched in the air while toes stand on the bark of the evergreen tree between the bushes near the sweet smelling flowers and allowing cars to play God.
I want the tails,
Kibble is dry
I need the tail, I need the tail I’m going to get the ta-
Ouch!
Human yanks my neck up and there are
Bird feathers,
I need bird feathers, bird feathers
Religion binds us in guilt
Using sins it restricts
Religion with its dogmatic doctrines
Feels the need to control everything
Demands we worship at their feet
Expects supplication and blind belief
Encouraging you part with cash
Like that will bring redemption back
No matter how devoted you may be
It doesn't stop them judging harshly you and me
But the truth is I reside in love
When I converse with my God
In my own space and in my own time
God is omniscient by design
So he hears me no matter where I be
And God always watches over me
Hears my wishes and no my dreams
He is never to busy to visit me
I don't need churches, mosques or temples
And I won't be made to fear or tremble
My God is peaceful, forgiving and gentle
My God is everything that is resembled by love
And by compassion and kindness too
I love my God and he loves me too
And he gave me free will to pick and choose
Just how I live my life
He trusts me to live it right
So I struggle each day
To make my God proud each day
So I worship my God in my own unique way.
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