"blockages" poems
There was once a parable,
an earthly story
portraying a message that would
be told in reference of our life:
A sower goes out to sow some seeds.
However, there were some seeds
fell on the wayside, and
were swallowed up by the birds.
Yet, some seeds fell next to the ricks,
but there was not enough earth
to keep the growth of the plant-
so, when the sun came out
the seeds were scorched from the earth
with minimum growth,
but without the roots
to carry on its growth process.
Yet, some seeds were placed in the thorns;
so, those seeds were choked by its death.
The last sower was able to find good land,
where seeds would grow to a hundred fold.
There is a mission:
When God asks us to plant seeds,
we are asked to have the oil with us.
Without the right concentration,
there are concerns of thorns
who can choke you up.
Because the thorns are sharp and dangerous,
only God has the power to devour
or to destroy them.
A thorn is stubborn, and will continue to process
threats of no promise, but the cuts it can process.
Some thorns can be hidden,
while a red rose blooms beautifully
on the branches of a rose bush,
there is no reason to believe-
the thorn bush wants you
to grab the beautiful rose
to dig into your skin
the anger it holds
for you.
Hence we have the earth to produce God's mission,
but without the oil and concentration,
there are only rocks that will go nowhere.
Yes, unless you plan to move the rocks out
of the way, those things will always remain.
Only God has the power to remove the
blockages out of our lives to make
success in His mission, not our own.
Rocks also causes pain. They are
heavy, stubborn to move, and are often in the way.
When dealing with rocks,
their mission is to block the truth
blind us for which what is said is to be
hypocritical to the naked eye.
However, what the rocks do not know,
they may block our message from reaping,
but God can remove that rock,
placing them where they will work better.
The rocks are the most stubborn for sending
a message when the rock says,
"Here I am try to move me,"
however, if you remove a rock from its place,
they too have a purpose, and knocks the
whole scenario outta-kilta.
The situation is that while seeds could grow,
they die off very quickly without roots.
The question is:
Does it take a brain surgeon
to help us decide where to plant seeds?
Do we need to express the dangers
of rocks and thorns?
Where do we lay our hearts?
Is our hearts in the thorns, being tangled and sliced-
or is our hearts being crushed by rocks?
Is our oil being dripped by the holding back of thorns,
or are the rocks dying the oil up?
Our hearts need to sow where there is promise.
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 4:24 PM UTC
*Water color painting of her mindscape
visualized by an artist of repute
and its map, though not drawn on a scale
yet shows the topography and neighborhood,
gives a concrete idea to plan the conquest.
A route map to her heart, meticulously prepared
marking all shortcuts and blockages of passages,
that may lead to confusion and mix up
is an essential tool now at hand
A modern day marauder is just that
he has no time for sentiments of a pusillanimous lover
sentiments are bothersome, portend troubles in store
if logistics are right, plan is great, any peak will stoop,
But yes, the moon they say plays havoc,
love poems that knead the hearts, songs and music
too, if comes between, the project may go bonkers
the problem here is the reign of unpredictability
when love starts its gallop and emotions the other horses
just follow without rules whatsoever,
isn't it unwise trying to stop a dam breach?
Not even the dam breach software be of any help here,
no study is yet available on dissipating such passion,
dynamics of love is an unknown country altogether
no intelligence available is effective to move
against it and make the conquest certainly possible.*
Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 8:01 PM UTC
So sweet
It’s a lie
It’s sour, salty
And bitter
Like water
With bacon grease
Bubbling to the top
They expect her to swallow
With a smile on her face
The way she swallows
Her sadness
Letting it coat her intestines
The blockages
Embryonic emotions
In hibernation
As warrants
For soul arrest
Aug 31, 2010
Aug 31, 2010 at 8:25 AM UTC
heather why did you
come at this time, in the
midst of all the cacophonous
panic? forgiveness aside, i know
you're lifting lids from my
third eye, a gift you always had
in life, you still share selflessly
from the other side.
heather why did you
leave so ripe, in the
mist of a summer's moonset
cultivating cold? all my guilt
creates blockages, it cannot
fit inside me, it sits instead
as a crown in a place from which
you would pluck out both
horns and halos, and toss them
while laughing, into the stillness
of the sound.
i know these false records and
moon shifting memories are not
all i am left with. last night
when you laughed, it relieved some
of the pressure, but many times
i've seen you laugh when you were
sad, so how do i pull this
fringe all together?
heather why did i
ignore you for so long? was it just so
the scale could tip now, or are there
signals in the circles of the ripples
that rebirthed you?
Feb 26, 2013
Feb 26, 2013 at 5:31 AM UTC
Grimly the silent crowd paces the familiar path
their faces fixed on some imagined horizon
they flow like water
around bins and blockages and around those who stand
briefly entranced by shining windows
gazing at glittering treasures
eyes lit by reflected streetlight.
The measured tread echoes in their heads
each with its own rhythm
but part of the dark symphony of progress
every mind focused on getting there
getting through
making it
making sure that none takes their place.
The dull streets carry the flood
as it moves like a hunched beast
shuffling mutely toward the holes in the ground
pouring down the gaping throat
into smoke and noise and heat.
And those of us who stop and watch
suddenly aware of the futility
stare in horror as we wonder what happened to our hopes and dreams
and , rejoining the march of the ******
we cling like drowning sailors to the floating thought
that we may be trudging life's filthy pavements but in our hearts we fly.
Jan 22, 2010
Jan 22, 2010 at 12:49 AM UTC
I was red wine,
You were blueberry.
I was robust and full-bodied
Maybe the only one
As unpredictably
rich as you
And much worse
At concealing it
We joined in
Meals where we only
Discussed
What we were hungry for.
But in our starvation
We confused eachother
For food
And we tore
Ourselves
Apart
Imagine Breakfast
Lunch, and Dinner
Smiling across
at you
From the other side of
Your pillow
Because we
Weren’t after sustenance
It was never your taste
That satisfied
but still I had been licking
The salt off of your skin
Somehow, I was the one
That felt raw in the morning
But we were new to
The institution
Munchies were to be
Expected
But our empty calories
Created blockages around my heart
Only the basic needs
Slipped through
Reminding me of
The hunger I was stifling
We boiled over
And looked elsewhere for feed
You had broken
Your diet lifestyle
Not seeing how
Emaciated it had made you
You indulged yourself
On the richness of being filled
And you threw it up
Silently in the bathroom
Flushing away
The burning
So no one
Would ever know
But I saw the color
Return to your cheeks
As we set our table
For the meal we would
Never eat.
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 6:37 PM UTC
the unbroken in the air flowing
sprinkles universe, earth and trees
chrysoprase of the land
the unbroken in the water flowing
soften the stony, tamed the beasts
rhodonite of the mountains
the unbroken inhabits the earth
soil fertiled, flowers bloomed its grace
cease insecurities
the unbroken in the air flowing
sync yellow n blue, yin n yang
engendered the earth
the unbroken in the water flowing
rage calms, exhausted nerves revitalized
prisoners unchained, free'n blockages
the unbroken flowing
universe stands
serum of the earth
the energy
flowing within and without
the unbroken
May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 2:01 AM UTC
My Love
All those years we were lovers
and bestfriends.
Well in my mind we were soulmates.
Now I see my love really never meant anything.
All those 'I love you' you were lieing through you teeth.
Your so cruel to let me believe you loved me.
Now I see my love never really meant anything.
How can you take my love and play those wicked games.
I gave you all my love you were my everything.
Now I see my love never really meant anything.
I hope you unthaw that ice cold heart emotional blockages shaping your reality.
Now I see my love never really meant anything.
One day you will think of me you will miss me and I will be long gone in love with someone new and happy.
Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 5:52 PM UTC
Life is like a maze
Lots of turns,
Blockages
But there is always a way
Sometimes, one has to go back
And follow another track
Ensure to pick all the gems on the way
Including those along the blocked path
Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 8:51 AM UTC
I think my dads heart is breaking, his body is slowly shutting down on itself as if to tell everyone he wants to pack up and leave.
I think my dads heart is breaking, too weak to even pump enough blood anymore as if to tell everyone he’s giving up.
I think my dads heart is breaking, he doesn’t try to catch his breath anymore as if saying he wants it to stay lost.
I think my dads heart is breaking, every absent look in his crystal eyes is a reminder that he’s so much sadder then he lets on.
I think my dads heart is breaking, every time he looks in the mirror his mothers reflection is staring back at him. Gaunt cheek bones and sunken eyes, they could be twins.
I think my dads heart is breaking, his body looks like it’s ready to conquer the world but on the inside its ready for retirement.
I think my dads heart is breaking, his smile keeps fading a little each day.
I think my dads heart is breaking, he used to say karma catches up to you, is it bad I think it’s finally caught up to him?
I think my dads heart is breaking, I don’t know how to fix it.
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 11:25 PM UTC
I've always loved color symbology
The silver of the sharpest blade
Is fluid, emotional, sensitive, mysterious.
Is soothing, calming, purifying. Silver
helps with the cleansing and releasing,
mental, emotional issues and blockages
My pink tinged, pale skin
Is a sign of hope. It is positive, warm
comforting feelings, everything will be okay.
Suddenly violated by a shock of red, which
can give confidence to those
who are shy or lacking in will power.
the color red symbolizes and awakens
our elusive, physical life force.
And after all is said and done
All is wrapped in white clothe bandages
purity, innocence, wholeness and completion.
white is the color of new beginnings,
wiping the slate clean,
It is the blank canvas waiting to be written upon.
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 10:06 AM UTC
If you’re sad; let it tell you what you lack, what you yearn for but are disconnected from.
If you’re afraid; let it tell you what you evade, what you need to confront and forgive yourself for.
If you’re mad; let it tell you what boundaries in you have been crossed, what aspects of you have been left invalidated.
If you’re happy; let it tell you who you are — outside the blockages of time and space.
And if you feel a burst of sensitivity; express it in art.
Express it in art.
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 8:54 AM UTC
The darkness is treacherous
There's beauty here
All the things
We've gathered around us
Mere reminders
Of when that heart-shaped locket
Was hung around our necks
As a compliment of being loved.
In this we relish too.
The beast sits in the corner
Content that it's dark here.
Content of the care
You've devoted to it.
The love you've bestoved upon it.
You write the letter
To the ones who await for a word from you.
There's a pillow
Where the wood planks
Stand angeled across each other.
We stay calm
We know our limits.
We know how far we can go
Before we awaken the beast.
One loud noise
And it will open it's eyes
And send it's roar
In to the night.
We know it will not harm us
It will only harm itself.
And so each day
We recondition it
To know that a roar
Is just a roar
And not all men
Who carry sticks
Use them to hit you.
*caring for the beast is love and light in it's own right. For all things that were build to protect us, will one day come to hinder us.
"Love melts all blockages and transforms all life"*
Jun 29, 2016
Jun 29, 2016 at 5:53 PM UTC
I feel the green grass under my feet and I feel blessed.
Whether my skin is being kissed by the sun
or dancing with the waves of the sea,
I feel blessed.
When my feet are ***** with dust,
My lungs feel the clean air around, smelling the Nature,
And my hair is a complete mess,
I feel happy.
I love the little things life gives us.
I feel so grateful for those people who made me grow,
Even if it was hurtful in the past,
Because I am learning to forgive.
Forgive and let go.
Heal. Myself and others.
From the past and from the fears about the future.
Because miracles happen. No, not only in movies.
I've heard about them, I saw them, I felt them before.
Sometimes I have doubts and fears
And I let my Ego speak louder than my Soul.
But my Soul is patient, kind and she knows wounds need time to heal.
So she whispers nice things to me when I'm scared
or feeling lonely,
or feeling sad.
My Soul puts her arms around me in a giant hug of Love,
Compassion,
Forgiveness,
Peace.
She tells me to believe.
That I'm worth it.
That I have miracles happening in my life too,
"or did you forget?" she asks.
She shows me my past, when I thought I couldn't make it,
But it did,
When I though it was impossible,
But it wasn't,
When I thought I was alone,
But I had so many people right there, waiting, with their arms wide open,
And with lots of Love to give me.
Suddendly I feel myself smiling,
Sometimes crying at the same time,
While I feel more and more gratitude in my heart,
Because the messages I need to evolve, to break all the chains,
and knots, and blockages,
They always find a way to get to me.
So to all of you, right there, I love you
And I'm grateful you are part of my life
Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 6:11 PM UTC
That last conversation we had was the one I hate the most ..
That conversation made us what we were years ago "Strangers"
But now we only "act" as one
No.. I can't block you anywhere neither Facebook, WhatsApp nor Instagram
For those blockages are temporary
For to test my mettle I have to let you settle and drain out of my brain ..
Maybe every love isn't the Shakespearean comedy nor it is a tragedy ..
Some love are just meant to be incomplete..
Time elapsed , tears collapsed and now I'm ready not to let you go but to accept the fact that I can't let you in anymore ..
For I can't write this down again and again...
This is only for one last time ..
Yes you'll be missed in every phone call that exceeds the safe time limit
Yes you'll be missed every time I sit in that back row seat, this time watching at the screen
Yes you'll be missed whenever I have a news to share
I don't know the reason for the breakup you gave, that too just a few days short of our 7th anniversary...
My best guess is I'm not perfect..
Maybe you expected more from me than it was humanly possible to give ...
Maybe I sometimes forgot, when you needed me the most ...
So, thanks for bearing with me all those years ..
Which were the best ..
Now I have story to tell...
And an aching heart to feel the emptiness..
An emptiness which is too deep to be filled ..
So, guys love is beautiful until it ***** ..!!!
Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 4:39 PM UTC