#chain
Apocalypse day,
Powers out across the road,
Railroad tracks empty.
Indigo sunsets,
Layered altocumulous
Floating gray cloud banks.
Only the lonely
Observe past and future now
Leaving no facts out.
Surely, April Fools!
Apr 20
Apr 20, 2026 at 5:04 PM UTC
I was in my bed
feeling some dread
of not finding any friends.
I woke up, I slept again
and I felt the chain of my internal disdain.
Apr 27, 2025
Apr 27, 2025 at 7:37 PM UTC
Timing is everything
We Are
The. Last
Generation
Full. cup
Prin ciple
We’ll wait
for the
Right time
tribulation
Be Gins
God’s. will
Be done
We are only as strong
as our weakest link
In preservation we think
Make love, not war
What are we fighting for?
As in the time of Noah
Fighting amongst ourselves
America will fall from within
On our knees tribulation begins
The vultures circle to feast
The arrival of Satan‘s beast
The smell of death is in the air
American’s act without care
Living absent of God, unaware
When tribulation begins
Man’s Sins Will be on full display
God‘s wrath has plenty to say
God wants our full attention
The Bible reveals His full intention
Mar 29, 2025
Mar 29, 2025 at 1:04 AM UTC
Knit you a sweater
Knit us together
Together by dawn
Together by dusk
Dusk and cicadas
Dusk is a blanket
Blanket in blue
Blanket in music
Music hums soft
Music for nights
Nights like this
Nights in spring
Spring with rain
Spring with flowers
Flowers by porch
Porch well-loved
Porch with wood
Wood swing and chairs
Wood swing sways
Sways like dancers
Sways like strands
Strands of hair
Strands that curl
Curl your fingers
Curl ‘round mine
Mine for now
Mine to keep
Keep you close
Keep me safe
Safe to touch
Safe in here
Here we lay
Here we breathe
Breathe in sync
Breathe out words
Words like poems
Words like rivers
Rivers running
Rivers rushing
Rushing forward
Rushing out
Out my lips
Out to yours
Yours for years
Yours always
Always you
Always me
Me…
You.
Mar 18, 2025
Mar 18, 2025 at 4:39 PM UTC
The dog's paw is broken.
The dog's in unbearable pain.
The dog's not whimpering.
It's as if happy. It's not on a chain.
The dog's satisfied with the sunshine.
And yesterday it was raining. That's bad...
Somebody threw a bone in the garbage.
It'll probable get it to eat beforehand.
Both dog's eyes are squinty.
It's warm and free now in whole
Yesterday's gone. Tomorrow'll be later.
Today the dog's calm at all
Mar 5, 2025
Mar 5, 2025 at 10:08 AM UTC
another january rain above us,
same month, same city, same conflict,
a different ‘you’ in my poems.
i wonder what you really felt
when you slung my arm over yours,
when you relentlessly chased my hand,
those hard, seasoned fingers on mine.
i try to fight you off, but i wind up
linking our arms in a chain,
rubbing your back until i’m sore,
hearing you ramble in that car ride,
as you asked about my bruises and
searched for my hand before i cut you off,
knowing we cannot be more than this,
at least not now.
that night
when the sky sobbed watching us,
i wished you were drunk every day
and regretted that i was completely sober.
Jan 13, 2025
Jan 13, 2025 at 9:01 AM UTC
There is a golden chain of love
That ties us all together
It unites us in one spirit and heart
Joined as sister and brother
Across the land, the sky, and sea
There is a chain by which we're bound
The world's most wondrous mystery
Is this love so deep and so frofound
Do to others what you would
Want to have done to you
This was the old law and fair
Now we take this command to new heights
When we love one another
As we have first been loved:
With a total, radical, sacrificial
Eternal, unconditional, unwavering
LOVE
Make peace, not war. Make love, not hate.
Be kind, not callus. Be genuine, not fake.
This love that binds us breaks the chains
We wrap ourselves in of sin and shame
Though our differences seem great
They really become quite small
When we stop and think and wonder
At the love God has for us all
So, live your lives in this tapestry of gold
And reject not a proffered hand to hold
For we are all a link in this great chain of love
Connected to each other and God up above
Dec 19, 2024
Dec 19, 2024 at 8:35 PM UTC
~ for the grandson of an extraordinary man~
<>
the supply chain, which unless
you’re a logistics aficionado,
is
alot of ve-hicles, planes,
trains, ocean going monster ships,
& shaking hands of humans, of a
Heinz variety of colors,
who give nary a moment to what
it is they are moving across a planet
all miraculous in the ordinary
schema, but when you slump
in the recliner, and think about
chains, and the reach extraordinary
you issue a curse of admiration and
lean back and think, with luck,
I’ll never have to move ever again,
and more moment’s preserved,
to serve and be served,
for all us deserving,
to let words and visions get
passed around, and the supply
***chain unchains
the human soul for
the best thing us you~mans can truly
produce,
the art of new creation***
4:07am
Dec 15, 2024
Dec 15, 2024 at 4:12 AM UTC
It started with a spark,
But burnt enough to leave a mark.
When the pain I endured,
Waited to be cured.
I was not in my right mind,
Where freedom is hard to find.
Had to pave an exit,
Not knowing I will even make it.
Years gone past,
Feeling free at last.
All the tears I hide,
Finally subside.
It seemed too good to be true,
However truly it never last.
Because they kept coming back,
To haunt me once again
Apr 12, 2021
Apr 12, 2021 at 12:27 PM UTC
If there is no one to blame,
To frame,
To claim
Did this to me
Then the arcane,
Link chain,
Rusty from the rain
But still holding me
Should be easy to explain
But it can't be
©2024
Jun 27, 2024
Jun 27, 2024 at 11:28 AM UTC
Incremental actions
Bring monumental
Changes.
With every added
Bitcoin block,
The ledger
Rearranges.
Tick and tock,
We add a block,
The chain is fundamental.
So many problems
Fixed and solved
By entries incremental.
More love and hope -
Connection too,
I’m getting sentimental.
About sound money,
Fixed supply
Spread intercontinental.
May 29, 2024
May 29, 2024 at 9:49 AM UTC
A Woman took My Name,
While a Girl stole My Heart.
On seeing the Girl with Me,
The Woman's headaches Start.
The Woman has Sharp Eyes,
The Girl's Eyes are Blue.
The Woman has chained My Life
and wants to stick Me with Glue.
The Girl holds on to My Heart
While the Woman holds on to Me.
What good is this Life of mine,
When My Heart isn't Free.
I'm caught in a ****** Triangle,
Where the characters are the Same.
All I do is play Hide and Seek.
When they keep calling out My Name.
Jul 17, 2023
Jul 17, 2023 at 11:32 PM UTC
Old wine, sometimes, has been
vinegar, a while.
On opening, one learns, they say.
It's good
for cleaning windows, and lenses.
- but we'd better let the next
- jug of that vintage go to auction
New wine. Make glad the heart,
workers in the vineyard, laughing tired,
sugar high burned out, say hey, boss,
why don't you hire more hands,
eleventh hour hordes appear, as they
by right of the lateness, are payed
a whole day's wage.
And that's alright now, momma,
nobody cheated me, I worked all day,
took my pay.
And it is,
very good, if I may say
so now,
Life is short, but filled
with instances, infinite instants
in some state
of methodic mental ascent.
And that's alright now, momma,
nobody cheated me, I worked all day,
took my pay.
We got plenty,
we have confirmed,
as is, to up and hit the road,
go boldly old into this cold night.
Mar 18, 2023
Mar 18, 2023 at 12:30 AM UTC
Sometimes,
When the sun gets low,
And the stars and moon don’t seem to be hanging in the sky,
Taunting me with their ability to disappear into oblivion,
It can feel almost impossible to breathe.
While I know that being unable to breathe
Because there is nothing in the darkness to light my way
Is as about impossible as it is possible for me to love you again,
It is still my reality.
I know that my heart will never be open to the possibility of
surrendering itself so completely to you once more,
Just as well as I know that this weight on my chest isn’t real,
But it doesn’t make the feeling evaporate like water on a blisteringly hot day,
Or even on a slightly too warm for a jumper day.
The harshness of my condition has been taught to me
Like a bunny has been taught to hide
When the foxes stalk it’s way.
Even more so, the cures have been preached to me since
The moment I admitted I led a tormented existence,
And yet my existence has remained tormented.
Maybe this is my moment, my completely, impossible to ignore,
Unavoidable,
Moment.
To quiet those which torment me.
Which taunt me.
Which remind me,
I will never truly escape these chains
That hold me on the starless nights.
Sep 15, 2021
Sep 15, 2021 at 6:47 PM UTC
It’s a fork you don’t want to walk
It’s a mind you don’t want to find
It’s a fall you don’t want to crawl
It’s a rage you don’t want to cage
It’s a trap you don’t want to snap
It’s a sin you don’t want in
Aug 20, 2021
Aug 20, 2021 at 8:04 PM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, when you know you know :>>>>
in the window pane
nature white brided its head through its bewildered veins
a sonata to the heart that breathes a blessing in a pile of much
a locking of a chain that believes in no such
of an ending that green around eyes of jealous presence
and a million miles tall table of a wooden necklace
------ravenfeeels
Jun 2, 2021
Jun 2, 2021 at 5:51 PM UTC
excess rusted broken shackles
free from ancient gyves
tongues in dungeons no more
a present prisoner of forefather's measures
ears drum no more
notes fall through the cracks
remodeling skips yet another age
future slavers of our descendants
emancipated you stand
a guests to a freeman's world
you are no more
return us to the future
free from the present past.
In mirrored minds we remain.
Apr 16, 2021
Apr 16, 2021 at 5:43 AM UTC
Silence can be comforting
Silence can be calming
Silence can be harming
Silence can be deathly
Silence can be stealthy
In this silence, you can leave me
You can break me
Drown me in this silent sea
This silence is killing me
This silence is chaining me down
Leaving me to drown
While I wish to be free
In this silent sea
~15/4/21
Apr 15, 2021
Apr 15, 2021 at 4:26 AM UTC
take this snow white daisy chain
a handmade token of my faith
my faith in love
my faith in love
take this and please don't give up
Dec 17, 2020
Dec 17, 2020 at 4:04 AM UTC
Tears
salty lava snaking down my ashy skin
meeting at the curves of my lips,
bouncing off the flesh when I speak.
Your laugh on the other end
vibrations that leave me deaf
and yet I stay eager for more,
slumping against the sound.
Heart
the weighed down wriggling piece of nothing,
the chipped little porcelain teacup
the veiny vessel
suddenly
releases and rises,
no longer drowned by thoughts.
I missed the sound of your voice saying you loved me, I miss how I feel when I hear you. Missing someone is bad enough, but to miss their voice on top of it? Their voice, their touch. I've touched you only a few times in a span of mere hours, and yet I think about it every day. This hoodie is very nice, but it doesn't compare in the slightest to your arms around me. I love your chain, but it pales in comparison to you as well. you. I love you. and I am so so sorry that I ever let you doubt that, I'm so sorry that you ever wonder, I'm so sorry for the times that I make you sad. I don't mean to be. I'm going to start working on it, I promise I will. I love you.
Dec 7, 2020
Dec 7, 2020 at 7:46 AM UTC
Green grass, silver chain,
a low, slate sky waiting to rain.
My Golden Retriever finishes her yawn,
sits up, and takes off like a shot
towards the far end of the lawn.
In one, long wave the fine mesh links
are played out until the line yanks taut.
The dog never learns. My heart sinks.
From "Bird's Nest In Your Hair" by Brian Jobe
May 21, 2017
May 21, 2017 at 9:38 PM UTC
ye chehre ki udaasi ..
kafi hai baasi..
ek khayali pulaw...
khuda chain bulwaw..
ab hame kuch naya chahiye..
ye nafratein nhi khushiyaan chahiye...
kahani na pakao peheli na sujhao..
yaha todisi shanti to lao
Sep 17, 2020
Sep 17, 2020 at 10:51 PM UTC