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Unable

Turned away 
Unable to withdraw
Turned towards
Unable to get close
Invisible forces in action
Unable to resist
Despite desperate intentions
Always unable
To resist your magnetism

Complex Change

It seems like the old you and now are different.
The smile that reflects in your eyes is no longer the same.
Hair that flips when you walk is no longer shiny,
Tired eyes and body want to fight, but they're too skinny.

The old you that laughed genuinely,
A smile that made your cheeks feel chubby.
A walk that looked comfy and funny,
Not bothering if you were sometimes clumsy.

The old stresses were inevitable,
Anxiety that couldn’t just be a bubble.
Tears that fall are untouchable,
Still, the answers are questionable.

The scars of hurt are still in trouble,
Even when you used to be humble.
There’s a time when you're not stable,
You cry and break down, feeling unable.

It’s not the same anymore,
You have to deal with the unending sore.
Wipe the tears and stand up tall,
Feel the pain but fight again, even if you fall.

unable to solve the case

A dozen dancing markers ran through the streets screaming for help
Avoiding Mr. Gold and his thugs as best they could
Unfortunately, coal and ebony got lost in a Chicago alley
Their runaway plans thwarted when the mafioso grabbed them.
I asked if the film maker had gotten this on video.
She said yes, and she had zoomed in on the door locks
Which went down the second they were thrown into the back seat
What kind of car was it? The detective from downtown asked her.
She tried to make light of it, but he was insistent.
Taking our finger prints too which was not easy
As markers do not have hands for this kind of thing.
The police sergeant was forced to try other ways to identify the markers.
Do you have green cards? Drivers’ licenses? School I.D.’s?
No detective was ever so thwarted without doing much of anything.
He went home saddened by his inability to solve the case.

Unable to feel love

Unable to feel love


A shadow hangs, a constant chill,
Despite their warmth, my heart stands still.
They say they love, with words so kind,
But in my soul, no solace I can find.

Their touch, a breeze that barely blows,
A distant echo, where affection grows.
Their smiles, a mask they wear so well,
While mine, a truth, their love can't tell.

I crave a warmth that fills my core,
A love that's felt, forevermore.
But in their eyes, a flicker, cold,
That leaves me empty, stories untold.

They're flesh and blood, a tie so strong,
Yet in this bond, I've felt so wrong.
Their love a whisper, faint and low,
A melody, I can't seem to know.

Perhaps it's me, I cannot grasp,
The way they love, their love's soft clasp.
Perhaps it's them, their love concealed,
A hidden treasure, never revealed.

But still I yearn, with longing deep,
For love that's genuine, I wish to keep.
To feel the comfort, warmth, and grace,
To find my place, in their embrace.

Inspired by a lifetime of knowing that my family loved me but I just couldn't feel it.

Unable to fear Jamaican terrorists from Tampa

Jahore Pakistani kind of terrorist driving a Tahoe shooting into my home attempting to impersonate me gain royalties from my American poetry sorry my ancestors served Wwll Vietnam Korean Afghanistan Iraq for these reasons I will never ever fear scum like you carrying a rubber badge you obtained from Gargano strip club on fletcher ave.in Tampa bay don’t forget who you are you are actually times 30 Gargano ran a garbage disposal strip club of females just like you only you become obsessed with my identity freak of nature back off sorry you got caught in bed with my abusive ex husband this gave you false hope that you could audition to become me after death Ha ha ha ha truly funny twisted and sick ha ha ha ha stop breaking in my home for underwear that won’t make you me dear ha ha ha ha you are very twisted ewwww thank you god for exposing this imposter jay Townsend Johnson Henry Tampainian clone. 

I am American

The Puppet and the Strings

you are the puppet,
I am the strings,
and yet you control everything,
to wake up each day
with a promise I've made,
only for you 
to not see it through,
does anything matter to you?
alone in my bed,
wandering thoughts,
what's it for,
to sit and rot?
I'd rather not,
but here you lay
wasting each day
like it's worthless to you anyways,
with strings I command,
yet you ignore my demands,
it's what you deserve,
a harsh reprimand,
"RISE FROM YOUR GRAVE
ITS TIME FOR YOUR PLAY
PUT ON THAT SMILE
AND TACKLE THE DAY"
yet, clearly there's something 
you don't comprehend,
a promise you've made
but still you contend,
you laze away the days embrace
falling behind in life's race,
you are the puppet
and I am the strings
and yet it seems
I can do nothing

Hidden In Plain Sight Virtually Unable 2 See

Surely it is virtually impossible

To hide and disguise

In plain sight

Of curious mind eyes

The quite patently blatantly obvious

Unless that is of course 

Those they who are

Looking and watching on 

Are so terminally stupid

And utterly delusional

In the end it all makes

Perfect sense

As we only see

What we want to until 

Everything else becomes somehow

Somewhat superfluous 

If we do not like what we see

Unable of Late

Of late, I seem unable
To write a song or fable.
Perhaps it’s too much caffeine;
I seem to be unstable.

Now recently, I’m shaking;
My muscles have been aching.
I may be lacking protein,
Or maybe I’m just faking.

A certain strange malodor;
Those germs are all freeloaders.
Perhaps it is my hygiene,
My wife complained, I showed her.

Perhaps it’s too much caffeine,
I may be lacking protein.
Of late, I seem unable;
Perhaps it is my hygiene.

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Another of the 4 stanza poems where the 4th is constructed from the non-rhyming lines from first 3 and the first line from the first. 

This one is 7 syllables throughout, so depending on the definition of a jueju, it fits that category, as described in "Dawn song".

It's also fairly stupid, just trying to get the hang of this 4th stanza as 
a summary of the first 3...

Bhasha

Mai sabko sab-kuch samjhana chahta hu,
Aur mai samjhaunga bhi… 
Abhi mai nai bhasha seekh raha hu.

Sopie Helen Is Unable To Walk Today

We have had nineteen dogs. Sophie Helen, our black cocker spaniel, 
has been with us for eleven years; not our record, but close.

Today she cannot lift her back end. Is it her weight? Her age?
Are her legs too weak?
Has she had a stroke? I carry her all around inside and outside.

We discuss options.
Wonder if she needs to be put down.

I leave her outside in the grass.
An unfamiliar vehicle enters the driveway.
Sophie Helen crosses the twenty foot driveway, 
bounds onto the porch, and races through the slider to warn us of the intruders.  We are amazed and consternated.

She is back in her sitting state, once again unable to walk.
Was she given extra streaks of adrenaline
when she thought we were in danger?
It is a puzzle

Through Deep Darkness Unable To Steer

It was deep dark, silence roaming outside
if I couldn't see and hear, it is  myself to chide
the urge within pushed my fright aside
time to open the gates of my soul wide.

My journeys I used to have on my own
seeking sheer thrill in my serene zone
for what I painfully miss, I strive to atone
thriving when every ounce in me is full and grown.

The lure of a wonder seized my powers
breaking through my walls and towers
an ocean unearthing my grain and flowers
weeding out what is in my soil ugly and sour.

What reached my soul was so profound, so austere
it is beyond my feel, something I awe and fear
the mysteries in books were to me so clear
and in life, through deep darkness unable to steer.

To raw Nature I carried my tribulation
along with a torturing silence and lamentation
seeking spiritual guidance and revelation
Almighty God, help me not to succumb to temptation!

And here I am, with my words touching my solid earth
carving a clear voice of woe and mirth
aspiring to feed an inner sense of worth
as an avid reader accords my poetry a rebirth.

Unable To Speak

Trying to make the poetry prose
Or the prose poetic again
I insulted the meaning
With juxtaposition
Stabbing an idea
That should have been shot
Killing a verse
That should have been saved
Thinking the truth
While uttering a lie
Forming the words
  —unable to speak

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2014)

Unable

unable to breathe
waiting for the other
shoe to drop



posted on August 27, 2018

Unable To Swerve From My Course

I started this intrepid jeourney
putting all the zealous faith
in my renewed capabilities,
not wanting a handout from life.

And stubborly going forward, it got much harder:
the further I went, the less strenght I had;
almost regretting of having undertaken
such a hardous task that only some dared to take.

Am I forced to follow instincts
unable to swerve from this course?
It's a risk I may regret later...
when all gains seem to be lost.

I shouln't have tried to alter anything,
and left alone the calm waters without stirring a storm;
in that clear sea I could see white corals on the bottom,
now the troubled currents are fighting back with fury.

What is predistened must occur as prophetizied, 
don't imitate my foolishness: I'm unable to swerve from my course;
do I realize I was given a mission to be completed before my death?
Look beyond gratification and pride: humbleness is given only to a few.   


Written on 9/12/2017

Unable To Break Free

I just want to feel numb
Don’t want to take another chance
Stopped hoping you’ll come
But can’t help myself a glance

Every time I stop falling over
Hanging on the seconds between breaths
You seem to creep back 
Shredding my progress into a mess

Did you study my weaknesses
Plan a plague on my soul
Let me bleed out with no evidence
But what about the bankroll

Is it just our bodies
Cause I see our minds melting too
I sit and settle 
Then you go and have a breakthrough

We had our walls
Our windowless place
Except the curtain fell
Now the words can’t be erased

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