#ability
My saw doesn't work.
Hands shaking, I keep trying.
Forward
Back
Forward
Back
NOTHING!
I remain chained to this boulder
that's grown teeth and is watching
my foolish attempts at freedom.
Watching
and waiting
for the moment to
STRIKE,
make me fade out.
My fear is drowning in anger, though.
Anger that I'm chained to this boulder,
that I have no strength to free myself,
that everyone else is just walking by.
Don't they notice the woman
chained to the boulder??
But I make no sound,
burrowing deep into my head
as if there was an escape hatch there
instead of more boulders
that haven't grown as big yet.
"I can't do this" groans one.
"I'll never get better" coughs another.
Down the line,
miniatures of the granddaddy of them all -
"I've failed."
A shout as loud as a jet engine.
No hope. No help. No tears.
No point.
The chain around my neck pulls tighter.
Thoughts spill out,
like coffee on a white tablecloth.
"Everyone's stronger than I am.
More faith,
less baggage.
But what if we're all the same
and I'm just this pathetic excuse of a has-been?"
The chain tightens.
The scene around me spins
in Technicolor.
Everything starts to fade.
"I am a candle," I whisper
"I am light."
But the darkness laughs.
The teeth grow bigger
and bigger, as I see them closer
and closer until -
STOP!
"I'm wrong," I gasp.
"He is light, He is truth, He is the Way."
"I can do NOTHING without Him
And ALL THINGS through Him.
Even cut this chain."
As I reach for the saw,
The chain falls off my neck
And falls at my feet.
"I haven't failed," I whisper,
"I haven't failed."
For here is
Hope. Help. Tears.
The only Point I need...
Jesus.
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 1:42 AM UTC
modern is determined
by the ability to look backwards and forwards at the same time
but write it now!
this day, this epoch, this moment,
these few heartbeats expiring
get thee to a nunnery,
a park, a silent room
with soothing hardest rock
blaring
now,
be. a. moderne.
after the silence of composition,
make much noise,
albeit with
a minor modicum of decorous
modern aw shucks modesty
Apr 15
Apr 15, 2026 at 10:04 AM UTC
Lurking in the dark
even though there is no light
some creatures can see.
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Mar 11
Mar 11, 2026 at 9:42 AM UTC
God have created some people special,
When we see their disability then, they prove their ability.
They climb the mountains without legs,
They win in athletics at paralympic with courageous steps.
A great scientist STEPHEN HAWKINGS gave the theory of:
BLACK HOLE and UNIVERSE BEGINING,
In spite of being fully paralyzed.
An Indian Athlete Deepa Malik took part in bike riding,
Despite of spinal tumor and half body paralyzed unable in moving.
Hellen Keller who lost her sight and hearing,
Wrote 14 books advocating for people with disabilities, women's rights and social Justice,
Her heart filled with courage instead of fearing.
When you think glass is half empty,
Then why you forget?
That the same glass is half full.
When people thinks they can't,
Then GOD opens a next door for them.
They are motivation for us ,
Who is both mentally and physically fit.
They truly have ABILITY INSIDE DISABILITY,
THEIR SPIRIT AND STRENGTH is beyond our CAPABILITY.
Feb 19
Feb 19, 2026 at 4:51 AM UTC
The bitter truth is,
you can’t rescue a culture overnight.
You can’t free or educate individuals to see what excellence really is..
Especially if they have never been shown or encouraged to seek it.
And that hurts us all and the damage carries forward , even worse.
I spent my life cultivating
depth,
insight,
and attempting integrity...
and to see the gulf opening wider, and the inexcusable consequences.
It’s the worst generational collapse in recorded history. A shameless erasing of standards, taste, discernment, quality substance, class , and sadly of nuance.
" ... the ones who will fight to maintain skill, knowledge, and integrity
they’re rare, but they exist. " ( Nabokov to Kubrick)
And they’re the ones who carry the thread forward. That’s why perspective, passion for art and craft, isn’t wasted.
Are you part of that line?
One of the people keeping the map of excellence alive, even as everything around it is recycled, rebooted,
or just plain ... flattened ?
OR are YOU the problem,
pumping out sludge and meaningless unwanted
self centered skill - less garbage?
( It's a rhetorical question, and
obviously only you know the true answer deep down inside. ... but for the rest of us ...
For empathy itself ,
it's a self examination and A real internalization that you, and only you can and need to deal with.)
Dec 22, 2025
Dec 22, 2025 at 2:29 AM UTC
The Battles of Life,
through sickness, and through health,
through blessings, and good wealth,
all the trials, tribulations, and
everything else,
the wants, and the needs, and
the envious, and the greed,
the feeling of success, and
wanting to succeed!!!
the feeling of hope, the feeling of fear,
the feeling of Challenges, and
the fact that they are near,
don't give in, and don't Cave in,
Stay on the road of
excellency, because
YES!!!
YOU CAN WIN!!!
Keep your eye on the prize,
Keep working for it, and
YOU WILL SEE,
YOU DO HAVE THE ABILITY,
YOU JUST GOT
TO BELIEVE!!!!
AVOID SELFISHNESS, and
CARELESSNESS, and
ALL OF THE ABOVE,
Do your VERY, VERY BEST,
I AM SAYING THIS TO
YOU WITH LOVE!!!!
THE THINGS that we ENDURE,
with AGILITY, and with STRIFE,
the CHALLENGES that we FACE,
THESE ARE THE BATTLES OF LIFE!!!
B.R.
Date: 6/29/2025
Jun 29, 2025
Jun 29, 2025 at 8:43 PM UTC
~for she who knows ~
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The word "likeability" is spelled L-I-K-E-A-B-I-L-I-T-Y., though the inhuman spelling master of this site, deems it a misspelling mistake, condemning it to live in red, and offering up no replacement
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it is that time of night, which is also
a time of early day, when dark silence prevails, except for the excessive rumbling of the our old little cottage's environmental devices gut rumbling while laboring to condition our atmosphere
our atmosphere;
is my brain on fire at 2:30am,
with new conceptuals, many contradictory, racing in and about my brain all begging to
write me first, while the mental fluids are juiced, and words are finger pecked into existence with a maddening slowness
but this one,
re likeabilty has risen to the fore,
because it is the last to be born,
and seems therefore claiming precocious precious preeminence
not a quality I deem much in my owned possess, but one easy discerned in others and delicious delighting to the human souls who
recognize it instantly by the smiling comfort of its parfume
what I like about like about likeability is it's a pleasing scent,
that aerosol invades a room and
spreads like a virus of happy,
quite contagious to we old curmudgeons,
who by nature feel put upon by
our aging equipment, and the daily struggle to maintain it, and the forces to countervail it ,
are endless and not cheery by nature
So
I am enlivened and enriched,
engaged and effervescent,
when youthful patois,
direct and with little boundary,
radiates the human existential,
and light shines upon my soul,
awakening in me
an optimistic countenance!
perhaps I exaggerate,
confusing youthful energetic optimism
for a condition,
and not merely a demeanor,
but I rethink upon it,
snd decidedly decide
this for real, this is genuine,
and by its very natural nature
(a lotta nats in nature)
its openness, unguarded,
refreshes and moisturizes
our skins,
internal and external
this special quality is not universal,
or else there would be peace on earth (ain't happening),
but those who have it,
who think beyond privilege and
privacy,
but intuitively,
offer up to all
a pleasantness
rich and original,
will write an indelible script
upon the world
for the better
I like it.
Jun 2, 2025
Jun 2, 2025 at 3:09 AM UTC
It's scary some times, anxieties plenty yet still
Of which we do what we must
A job? Nay, vocation
A calling
The betterment of men
We are meant more than this
The insistence of consistence
The soul is screaming
Don't forget your true calling
To be aware of the difference from I
Their childlike wonder, empathy, healer, believer, the love of God and fellow men, you care you care you care you care
you care you care
you care
You Care.
And aware,
Harmony and beauty you bring, a flame to light the way with your presence,
share your spark and the warmth.
Empathy.
"How about we try some needs gap analysis?
Let's try to envisaging where we will be 5 years from now..."
Oct 20, 2024
Oct 20, 2024 at 6:54 PM UTC
Don't tell me that's it,
That vague speck over yonder
A classic rabbit food metaphor,
Dangling in my line of sight forever
A couple clicks past my ability to care
And six feet beneath every single nightmare
I sense it senses I'm past the point of repair
And headed nowhere
It mocks my thousand-yard stare
The hidden damage from trying to fight fair
Habitually a day late and a dollar short of the right fare
But you know what they say about fair
©2024
Sep 23, 2024
Sep 23, 2024 at 5:19 PM UTC
Robert Frost
Loved and lost
Much
But never lost his touch.
Sep 17, 2024
Sep 17, 2024 at 2:53 AM UTC
Go HARD or go HOME,
Your STRENGTH and AGILITY
Is CERTAINLY SHOWN.
There is ABSOLUTELY NOTHING
stopping your FLOW,
So, get on YOUR MARK, GET SET and GO
Take off like a ROCKET 🚀
so high up in the SKY
Just Take on that CHALLENGE,
DON'T LET IT PASS YOU BY.
YOU GOT THIS, LETS GO,
COME ON,
NOW, LET'S DO IT!!!
Give it ALL that YOU GOT,
DON'T GIVE up or QUIT.
You have someone ROOTING and
is on YOUR SIDE,
Keep STRIVING for ACHIEVEMENTS and
LET GOD BE YOUR GUIDE.
KEEP ON GOING, KEEP PUSHING and
RISE TO THE TOP
YOU'RE UNSTOPPABLE NOW,
CAN'T STOP and WON'T STOP!!!!
Through BLOOD, SWEAT and TEARS,
Work your FINGERS TO THE BONE,
Your PERSEVERANCE STANDS OUT,
GO HARD or GO HOME!!!!!
B.R.
Date: 9/5/2024
Sep 5, 2024
Sep 5, 2024 at 7:56 PM UTC
(Spiritual Sailor)
The Waves Await
So travel your Sea
Captain your Ship
You have Ability
To Navigate Safely
Your spiritual Waters
Anchor your Heart
Upon your own Orders
As you reach new Shore
It is time to Explore
The treasure to be Found
On your Sacred Ground!
(c) Debra Lea Ryan
15/07/2007
Jun 22, 2024
Jun 22, 2024 at 11:16 PM UTC
If one person can do it then someone else will be able to as well
such is the range and scope of human ability we can surely tell.
______________________
Oct 28, 2023
Oct 28, 2023 at 2:17 AM UTC
one day
your warmth will find you
to let you see
your sun had the ability to shine
it was not a failure
it was waiting for the right time
to shine for itself
instead of others
Jul 18, 2023
Jul 18, 2023 at 1:52 PM UTC
With work
The times are ours to live
And make the day come for more
With a hand full of sunshine to give
But the night, so somber
Showing its just and must
Has the sense of another wonder
A longing look at privilege, just because
Liberty in a worthier art?
So fulfilled with a memory for you
The sharing how, to know for a word between the smart
And the wishes of life, to complete the irony due
Somewhere the call of unison
Made in redoubt for a saner heed
Than the count of a days worth, a comparison
With only a chance meeting of minds to guide us, are we need?
Mar 22, 2023
Mar 22, 2023 at 2:22 AM UTC
Spinning around the world,
living life on the top,
making me high like a spinning top
discovering a dreamworld.
The love that remains,
are the lost ruins,
of a shelter once called home,
a refugee camp? No more of a gnome
camp.
To the top of my abilities,
I fly exploring the universalities
of places far away from the single
and individual angle.
Nov 29, 2020
Nov 29, 2020 at 3:18 AM UTC
3/20/2020
One against the world.
Fighting your change.
Would anyone care if you made it?
Wouldn’t they rather you fail?
Oh, they’d feel better about themselves.
One against yourself.
Fighting His change.
Would you care to let go?
Who are you even working for?
Your progress has to be between you and God.
One against your past.
Fighting your change.
Would it make a difference,
If you turned the boat around?
Could you even find your way back?
One against emotions.
Fighting their change.
Doesn’t the anger feel good,
When it wrecks your life?
Don’t you think you should hate hate?
One against a soul.
Fighting the change.
They need you, you know.
You aren’t what you’re meant to be,
It’s about time you changed course.
You’re almost ready,
So I’ll give you more time,
But I can’t promise it’ll last forever…
Oct 28, 2020
Oct 28, 2020 at 12:38 PM UTC
The ability to never fail in speaking in the flow of sugary syrup is an undeniable form of art for me and the artists possessing this art are the ones from whom I am scared the most !
Sep 21, 2020
Sep 21, 2020 at 9:08 PM UTC
Standing on a cliff side screaming
What’s the reason for my being!?
But I’m screaming against the wind
And the waves splash over my cheeks
to cover my tears at my sadness’s peaks
Aug 20, 2020
Aug 20, 2020 at 7:34 AM UTC
Perhaps he wasn't an angel from the sky
Or a superhero with the ability to fly
...But instead just a boy who liked to get real high
Apr 3, 2020
Apr 3, 2020 at 5:23 AM UTC
1/2/20
Waiting for this is like watching someone,
Who’s struggling to lift heavy objects.
Knowing there’s work to be done.
But I’m defiant, as when a mob objects.
I see exactly what I dislike in me,
I guess, maybe I could toss it out.
Motivation comes so slowly,
But small steps are how you start.
So I’ll show you who I am,
But I’ll keep the darkest inside.
I’ll hold it back like the Hoover Dam.
Oh, how long can I go on looking dignified?
I’m in the middle of a drought,
In denial, I hold onto every drop.
Yet I haven’t figured it out,
That emotions aren’t meant to stop.
So I’ll give myself a chance,
I’ll give kindness a try.
I’ll surrender like France,
I’ll give into love and comply.
What is my own goodness?
But like a pile of wet leaves,
Or worshipping a false goddess,
Fruitless, like unsuccessful thieves.
Who am I? Who do I want to be?
I know who I was; I’m glad it’s in the past.
Yet these pains, I’ve gotten nowhere, you see?
Just when I thought I’d see the end at last.
When will I stop talking,
And move into danger’s range?
When will I stop writing,
And begin this wretched change?
Jan 27, 2020
Jan 27, 2020 at 9:01 PM UTC
We humans have
Lots of silly excuses
All the time
From dusk to dawn
And in all seasons
Whether spring or autumn
And if winter or summer
We always complain for
What we don’t have
Lacking this and that
And so on..
But we never
Count our blessings
Our mind
With no retardation
Our eyes
With no blindness
Our ears
With no deafness
Our tongue
With no dumbness
And our body
With no disability at all
Even though
Most of us
Believe that
We are not talented
And lack so many skills
But we never think
How a disabled person
Got so many vibrant calibers
Some can write
With legs
Some can dance
With one leg
Some can swim
With no legs and arms
Some can paint
With no vision
And all that
Mind blowing talents
With such disabilities
Is something
To learn about
But have we
Ever thought
Why can’t
We have that abilities
And the reason is
We don’t have an urge
To do anything
We have lots of facilities
Around us
And thus we don’t need
To sharp our brains
We live in pleasures
Like in a full swing
And thus
We don’t know
The pain of a
Handicapped
The darkness
Of a blind
The communication barrier
Of a dumb
The hearing impairments
Of a deaf
The financial constraints
Of a poor
And the loneliness
Of an orphan
We humans
Born as ordinary
And thus
No need to think
As extraordinary
We mostly learn from
Our mistakes
And so about the
Urge for it
When we get
A sincere urge
It results to a
Turning point in life
So why can’t we
Challenge our disability
And make it an ability
Let’s rebound our abilities
To make it a miracle
And enjoy the worthiness of
This graceful life
Nov 17, 2019
Nov 17, 2019 at 5:36 PM UTC