#entrapment
Touched by silken ropes,
Has feeling tied you up in knots?
Does a thief within your mind
Steal away your thoughts?
"Call the marshall," said the judge,
"This feeling stands accused
Of taking thought and word away
And making me confused."
"Call the jury," said the judge,
"What verdict have you reached?"
"Guilty on all counts, we think
A lesson should we teach."
Locked within a tiny cell
The mind shall guard its thief.
Walls of thought and bars of words
Seal in belief.
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 4:09 AM UTC
I’m not the same person
You trapped back there,
Clawed my way out to
Sanctuary and fresh air.
I buried
The stories
Of the past
In the patches of
Grass
That I once
Walked.
I see the evening
Light,
And the sight
Reminds me of
The world I’m abandoning.
I’m walking to escape,
I’m running but it feels like
It’s too late.
I’ll break through the
Clouds again.
I’ll
Swallow the rain.
I’ll pick up the pebbles
I see along the
Way,
I won’t fall into that
Pitfall
That you placed.
I’ll conquer the sun
And moon.
I’ll hold the
Tectonic plates.
I’ll run a hundred
Marathons
To get out of this
Cage
That you placed.
Feb 7
Feb 7, 2026 at 5:15 AM UTC
I can feel it
I know it
It's part of me
It calls unto me
For a while
I felt like....
I can ignore it.
But it felt like
Living without "oxygen"
But the more
I ignore it
The stronger
The "urge "
Making me "gasp" for air.
Now I am "Trapped"
Searching For "survival,"
In the "chaos"
Of my thoughts
Am "drowning"
In the ocean
I was warned
Never to drink from
There is one
Thing I know
But it's impossible
For me to do.
Jan 20
Jan 20, 2026 at 5:33 PM UTC
I sit alone within this room
though my mind lurks elsewhere
In a mirror, I see a reflection of me
But when I blink, I am nowhere.
Each time I speak, voices echo
And the longer I stay, they grow
The walls I built begin to crumble
And all my fears finally show.
Apr 17, 2025
Apr 17, 2025 at 8:12 PM UTC
my blood is warm
when it spills
drip—ping
down
my
thighs
my heart longs
to speak words,
secrets of
the flesh
but instead
she just weeps
and pounds against
my ribs, her cage
and my stomach
is wet with her tears
Nov 23, 2024
Nov 23, 2024 at 10:44 PM UTC
Run... run while you can
before the envelopment entraps you
encapsulating escape with leaden clouds
skies darkened by searing missiles
unburdening caches waiting
for the stirring of conflict
so easy to hijack
as hatred
screams
loudest
drowning
out the pleas
of nursing mothers
as children's faces fend off
old feuds and avarice of arms dealers
Nov 2, 2023
Nov 2, 2023 at 4:59 AM UTC
Come with me, into the woodpecker woods,
come and see the circular paths,
gone are the leaves and the buds in the woodpecker woods,
noises, voices in the barks of the birch,
scattered feathers all over the floor,
no fruit bearing in the grove,
eyes of owls, woodpeckers in my woods,
staring, baring no clemency,
blackness and shadows they follow me,
in the woodpecker woods,
come and see, dance with me!
go and try, you’re in my path,
the forest is muted, you might be swoon,
you’ll never leave the woodpecker woods.
Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 8:54 AM UTC
In the absence of light
I will find another way
To see your captivation
Overtake and plunder
Mortal man
Bedroom eyes wide and clear
Will work their prey
Like a rifle scope
And there at the door
The evidence will lie dying
Feb 1, 2020
Feb 1, 2020 at 10:38 PM UTC
She carries it behind her
Has a hold of her heart
Weighing her down on the daily
Unable to tear it apart
When she awakens in the morning
It sits on top her shoulders
Doesn't move and taking residence
Heavy like some gargantuan boulder
It's that monkey on her back
She carries it like some backpack
Freedom of spirit she lacks
Heart and soul showing cracks
DS
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 9:54 AM UTC
Pictures with smiles
Captured that moment in time
But look into my eyes
To see the truth that lies beneath
I wonder if I can set sail
Without the winds drawing me
Back to the looming shadow
That I'm anchored to
When the sun goes down
I know I'm safe and sound
Even when the sun comes round
I'm in trouble
I hide behind this veil
Like a thunderstruck willow
One day I can lift this shroud
And see the world not through
Swollen eyes of red and blue
Mundane days for me
Are nightmares to you
Please put me in an eternal dream
With freedom just like you
Fists of fury
Do I deserve it
Love is life
And nothings perfect
Eggshells broken
I didn't mean for that
You push me back
Before I can say sorry
Stories and films
They don't see
What love is like
This is love to me
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 5:41 PM UTC
I passed you on a stairway
Somewhere back in time,
I just had to make you mine!
You tried to take me your way
Up where the skies are blue,
I had other plans for you…
You wanted to go towards the light,
I dragged you down into the night
Through depths of dark despair.
Welcome home to the devil’s lair.
I pushed and you fell
Down the stairway to hell…
Jul 13, 2018
Jul 13, 2018 at 8:35 AM UTC
I offer no defense of my hidden sin,
Not when it wastes a fragment of eternity
In frivolous expenditure, stretched so thin
Across another vast, sprawling century.
And if I would - if I were - where to begin
This tour of a macabre private gallery?
All things, even this one, have their beginnings:
Thus, my humble collection's underpinnings.
Called to this divine vocation, I set out
Each time I encountered one who, crafting art,
Demanded my attentions. Please: never doubt
The truth of my intentions; my swelling heart
Adores them, falls in love as they sing or spout
Their lifeblood inspiration. Stepping apart
From all of this, don't stare so miserably!
Can I be blamed for working literally?
I love them, one and all, and here I curate -
Safe from all the ravagings of time, if not
Precisely speaking safe from my own mandate -
The workings and workers who inspired such thought,
Such incisive action. I lay them in state
With tender care, never sold and never bought.
Perhaps a glance at my favorite pieces
Might reassure you? My latest releases?
Observe the cuts into copper, engraving
Her fury, her passion into the cold plates!
How torturous, yes? She recalled it, raving,
Having sought me out to deny the ingrates
Assailing her solitude, as a craving.
I preserved her passion. Here, her works’ mates:
The roses she treasured etched into the hard bone
Of her shoulder-blades and skull, instead of stone.
But so few beloveds grace my humble home
Despite my voracious eye surveying scores
Of likely lovers - artful, otherwise - some
Lacking, left uninvited. Those I adore,
I long to beckon close - close as you now come.
Join me? There's more to show you, so much more,
And I hope you'll linger tonight, to dine.
I've just the thing for an artist who loves wine…
Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 8:02 AM UTC
She said, “darling, would you die for me?”
I said, “now or before?”
She replied abruptly, her eyes
Still fixated on mine, “all the times?”
“Without any doubt,” I said, looking away.
“How about you?” I asked her.
She just giggled and said,
“Don't be silly, I can't die twice.”
Then she walked away.
Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 7:24 AM UTC
life is monstrous, savage and cold.
My heart; a ticking time-bomb waiting to get old.
Frantic whispers in my head "no time left, no time left "
Time is an ambush predator, agile and adept.
Lost in an abyss, only glimpses of far away stars, out of reach.
UP into the vacuum I screech.
Up
up
Internal pressures build
This panic is meaningless, soon, existence will be obsolete.
I'll bunker down in a fortress of distraction, and pull the blanket over my head.
I'll make a mansion of books, where fantasy filled delusions pacify my dread.
I'll cling to Lifes' bared teeth as I'm shaken side to side.
In time, time will release its predatory grip, let me live this life of mine.
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 10:52 AM UTC
It was entrapment,
I cannot help
But fall for the
Women
That are hysterically
Dangerous and Bad
Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 7:29 AM UTC
I wish the words would come
That I could “ring them out like the rain”
Even this one though
Doesn’t end for me
Degraded to online prompts
With the delusional last-hope
That these words
Will bring mine some solace
Three prompts shallow
The charmed one stares bashfully back at me
“Write about something or someone you lost”
I used to write about sunshine
Tattooed into your wrist
My eyes incapable of reading past;
The other prompts fall backward
Blank and dull--nothing changed
The page blurred
I know that those are the only words I feel
Even these words though
And the feelings they evoke
Are empty
Nothing holds anything
No laughter in your throat
I see your pictures
I want to dig it out
From the cave of your mouth
Frantic; I need to find your smile
The words spoken only to me
I miss you
My spirit hinges between yesterday and tomorrow
The present isolated—anything but lived
With that thought
You feel even more wasted
‘Wasted’
Prompts the image:
Me slapping myself
Popping the unspoken word from out of my mouth
Wasted
Black letters laying on the floor
in a white wall room
Staring back at me
Erase this stanza
Grow back my charisma
Where did I lose my empathy
Replaced with sick sympathy
How could I say this about you
Worse even,
Is my silence
After hearing from cold lips “what a shame”
The lose breath hangs
The words replaced with brief and noncommittal reflection
Followed by the shake of a faceless head
Before turning back to its newspaper
The word Shame
Stabs slowly
Only because you did make all of your choices
You did leave us
Still, I keep my eyes from casting to the ground
I am not left someplace dingy
There is no soot covering where my cheeks should be rosey
You are not shame
The words do not come
They sit muddied and sopping
A rag dismissed to the few-days-grayed sidewalk
Rain falls and attempts to take in space where there is none
Even a sponge becomes too full
I miss you
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 7:27 PM UTC
She stupefy truth
with her finely crafted lies
that stand head held high
without even
the slightest sign
of embarrassment.
She waters the seeds
with acid, deliberately
even manage to get kudos
for her 'kind intervention'
Her 'collected venom'
in real, is a counterfeit concoction
more deadly than the real,
that attracts unlimited attention
and the loudest rounds of applause,
for it's new shade of blue
when displayed with special effects
for all to view.
In her presence, fairness loses its meaning
foulness like her, usurps it, makes its own,
becomes the reigning queen!
Whatever she does
has a dark beauty,
even the true angel of evil
would greatly envy her.
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 2:24 AM UTC