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"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.
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Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 4:24 PM UTC
The Sower
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.
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*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.*
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Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 8:01 PM UTC
Perceptions on a potential conquest
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
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Aug 31, 2010
Aug 31, 2010 at 8:25 AM UTC
Soul Arrest
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?
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Feb 26, 2013
Feb 26, 2013 at 5:31 AM UTC
Untitled
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.
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Jan 22, 2010
Jan 22, 2010 at 12:49 AM UTC
The March of the ******
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.
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Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 6:37 PM UTC
RB
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
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May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 2:01 AM UTC
the unbroken
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.
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Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 5:52 PM UTC
My love
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
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Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 8:51 AM UTC
Maze
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.
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Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 11:25 PM UTC
Blockages
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.
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Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 10:06 AM UTC
Colors
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.
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May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 8:54 AM UTC
Allowance
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"*
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Jun 29, 2016
Jun 29, 2016 at 5:53 PM UTC
In it's own right #2
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
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Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 6:11 PM UTC
Healing Nature
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
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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 ***** ..!!!
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Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 4:39 PM UTC
Breakup