Short Captor Poems

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bark cats capitol food splash wise
wizard druid captor circle big...

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I watch as you lay—
not bound by chains,
but by something I cannot name.
Your silence fills the room,
a rhythm I can’t ignore,

and I find myself
waiting for you to speak
in the quiet moments
where I’m no longer certain
who holds the key.
...

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I answered with love,
you questioned 
with anger and pain

I held you close,
but your eyes
failed me again

I told you truly,
as my wishes
dropped to the floor

Your smile my captor,
my heart
  —your swinging door

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)...

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What is there left to accomplish
When the highest clouds have been touched?
There is such victory in silence
compared to the sound of your thoughts.
Dodging the cracks in the sidewalk 
Nearly led me to my death.
The world is my captor and
Has embraced me in warm deceit....

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Release me o adventurer
Wild spirit that forges life into the world
Release me o captor
O mundane cruel world

Your savage spirit lies waiting, stirring, screaming
Release me
I am the wild one
I am the risk taker
The adventurer
It is untamed land I seek
In a world too tame and bleak...

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Each thought form admitted within,
desire of ego origin.

As such, we are the creator,
both the captive and the captor.

All manifestations but thought,
which desires of our heart begot.

As we think, so we are and be.
Reflect oh hermit! Where are we?

18-November-2020
(syllabic rhyme)...

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Fall, you fickle flower,
Live to love a love in vain.
Live to be the painted beauty
Left to bleed into the rain.

Wait upon a whisper,
Wring out words til they allude
To the love you hope he echoes,
To the love you can't conclude.

Make your heart your captor,
Be your own worst enemy.
Thrive on self-dealt torture,
Fickle flower, falling free....

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Caught, 
Sinking in lies, suffocating in life 
All a trap by a thought meant to wreak 
Meant to bring awe in those who felt blind
Hope in those who felt lost to despair
A fighting chance to those who were about to desist
But I'm caught, caught trying not succeeding 
Caught going but not arriving
Life is now my captor
And despair is now my home....

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Leaving nothing to his children but cowardly shame,
his back turned toward the light 

His memory the captor of a traitorous scheme, 
capitulating through the fight

His legacy broken, his endowment recalled, 
his reputation scorched and burned

Offering to the Devil his original sin
—with redemption twice suborned 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)...

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After the long road lined with attrition 
I am finally in a better position 
To dance lightly into the distance
Alive and euphoric
To a passage that is historic 
For romanticizing mischievous play 
Like a fugitive whose gone astray
Ribbons of your spellbound affection 
Light my direction 
Captor me now for I may be lured to flight 
On an endless trip to delight...

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Cast away negative tots
They re ntn bt disturbing dots
I'm of great fret
Of what d pregnant u could deliver
I hold hatred for regret
A reason why i'm a believer
I believe u to b a thief
Ma sleeping hrt u stole
U re indeed a perfect gunner
Woke in ur hands bt i'm no runner
Fell in love with ma captor
Ironically spelled!!!!
Finding sweetness in misfortune
It turned around and brings fortune.
MRS HEART ROBBER...

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She comes to me each moonlit night
Quietly entering the darkness of my mind
Awakening dreams and desires, not knowing I had
Relaxing my body with love and feelings only she can find

Through seduction, she controls my every move
She is the captor of my dreams, controller of my lust
I am enslaved, but smiling, as we share our secret wants
I cannot bear to stay awake any longer, for dreaming is a must...

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I was captured at a young age
Heart filled with pain
Mind filled with rage.
I waited for a chance to break out
But too confused
Filled with fear, flooded with doubt.
After a few years I broke free
Only to be captured again
Locked up, indefinitely.
I never got to fly on my own
In captivity is how I’ve lived
These walls all I've known.
My children will never see captivity
For they belong to the captor
And he has set them free....

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The light of the moon serves as source
For my once beating heart, now still
As I wander the lonely corridors of time
Eternal, to grip my breathless, lifeless chest
Each day’s a seductress, but surely my death
For the awaking moon is my life, my morning
To then search high and low for fulfillment
Only to be left with blood of life, not my own
Oh, the pain of the never aging flesh I retain
It serves as the captor, the origin of my demise...

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Your words have touched, so deep, within me
Reviving a part that lay dormant for some time
To where, my dear, through words I do now see
That the life I have, was always there as mine
Held captive, though, by a lack of rhyme

Emancipated, I am, to venture as a poet
As my captor, now has fled, I’m free to write
Write, I shall, just as I’ve always known it
My quill be filled with ink both day and night
I thank you my dear friend for my new insight...

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I am like an oak, she had often told us.
I will never bend to anyone’s will, especially not his.
He was her captor, so she decided to bend.
Like a willow, to survive.
By the time she was finished
she was a dandelion, and all of her determined pieces had blown away.
What was left standing was not powerful enough for tea.
The oak with the iron will was no more.
The rest of us had been mere acorns.
We had no aspirations now
except to survive our captors....

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She comes to me each moonlit night
                Quietly entering the darkness of my mind
         Awakening dreams and desires, not knowing I had
    Relaxing my body with love and feelings only she can find

            Through seduction, she controls my every move
         She is the captor of my dreams, controller of my lust
     I am enslaved, but smiling, as we share our secret wants
  I cannot bear to stay awake any longer, for dreaming is a must...

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Susan had been abused and misused when I met her
She was not attempting to unleash herself at that point
I did not suggest it, it I something she had to decide to do
a few years later she had reinvented herself, she had confidence.

She had released herself from her captor and his negativity
he had isolated her, but she was now again with her family
surrounded by people who nurtured and cared for her
She told me nature and meditation had shown her the way...

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The past is a lesson, not a prison,
The past is a mentor, not a captor.

The past is a tale, not a jail,
The past is a page, not a cage.

The past is a foundation, not a stagnation,
The past is a phase, not a maze.

The past is a guide, not a slide,
The past is a map, not a trap.

The past is a chapter, not the answer,
The past is a teacher, not a tether.

The past is a story, not a worry,
The past is a friend, not an end.

The past is a history, not your destiny....

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They were wasting the hostages,
This deftly handling in stages;
Thirty minutes another one slew,
Nor bothered they would soon be few...

For the beauty of Twelve Million;
They're not asking for A Trillion.
Twelve fine girls,nine boys handsome
And only Eight left for ransom
Captor tells captives "I love you!
Just that parents do not facts chew;
Like I do kola and bitter pill...
For delays, impatient guns kill..."
Isn't it too hard to swallow:
What we'd do to in wealth wallow?...

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Roots
deeply
embedded 
in mind body
ego borne urges,
anchoring attention,
within walls of narrowness,
immerse us in fear and desire.
We are both captor and prisoner,
enmeshed thus where attention does hover.

Fault line of consciousness is stagnation.
Detachment holds the key to freedom.
Moving as does the morning breeze,
we embrace, hold and release
each offered vibration,
with nonchalant ease,
free and unbound,
we thus be,
become,
bliss.

29-October-2020...

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