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Wayne H Colegate Sep 2012
The weight of a huge chipped and worn rock lies upon our shoulders
it threatens our air supply, our energy is low and we are weak.
What little air breaks through is merely dust and dirt simply
meant to hinder our escape, to force us to scream in pain.
We will not....we will hold our breath until the clean sweet air of life
feeds us and stirs our souls and hearts to carry on. We will not weaken
again, we will not allow rocks and dust and wind and rain and scars from our past to prevent us from breaking free....we are different....we have more ....we are stronger and better.
We have purpose, meaning and time. We will fight and be wise and use love and wisdom and courage to protect and guide us.
If either of us is left alone the other will carry one with a soul resting on their shoulder for guidance and love .......we are a team.
Copyright W.H.Colegate
Sally A Bayan Nov 2015
~~~a  repost~~~
(For Cheryl Love)


I am on this part of the world
while you are there on the other side
an enormous sea stands between us.
We are both just tiny specks from where we stand
it is not a high wall that separates us-
but giant waves and scary
windstorms,
an ocean of strong currents existing.

And yet, we speak, we think, like
we are just a few minutes drive away
it's like you're just next door
a matter of three knocks away
we chat and we laugh cheerfully
like the day would never end
like the sun would never set.

These physical barriers that separate us
couldn't hinder us from smiling
Only a few words spoken
would send us laughing
we see ourselves on skype
the gleeful sound of our  giggles
is unstoppable and contagious
for we giggle just about anything
Our mouths never close,
there is always something to discuss
something to laugh about
like the day would never end
like the sun would never set.

We radiate positive energy
we vibrate with pleasant thoughts
dwelling on hopes that
one day we would meet in person.
We shall have long talks
we shall have long walks
we shall cook
we shall make beads
everything...we shall do together
we won't run out of things to do together,
like the day would never end,
like the sun would never set...

Though far apart,
the music of our giggles
shall play on and on
in our hearts
in our minds
in our ears.

There is no doubt,
our friendship, our music would live on
like the day would never end
like the sun would never set.


Sally


Copyright August 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
(my hopes are high, Cheryl...one day, we would meet in person...
...it is like a pledge...a continuing prayer...)
Po-ems these days
Often leave me in a haze
They try to deter my gaze
As I hope it's just a phase

Skill level means nothing
If you always end up flunking
On yesterday and today's age old trend

If one still lacks the goods
Why not fax in some hoods
To add to an otherwise cold winter

So lounging one day
I decided to sift through the hay
So please refrain from the hinder

But scrolling away
I find a knot in said hay
And I thought it was about time to sic her

Po-ems these days are dumb
I'd rather **** my OWN thumb
They're as utilitarian as my ***
Which is something I often forget to wipe
I wrote this in a flying Bugatti.
Katie Young Feb 2013
I will look with unglazed eyes
onto this nebulous existence
and I won’t hesitate to cut it
       with a knife, unsympathetic to those
who would hinder or impede me.
They are not my life, I am my life.
I cannot imagine not turning over

every last effulgent piece of
this Earth, and so I will
not leave one drink undrunk,
one feeling unfelt, one sigh
unsighed. I will take what this world has
by force; I am here but once, so do not
     stop me, block me, weather me in,

  it will fail. I am an intransigent
  being, uncompromising in my need,
   unforgiving in my ways, strident in
  my demands. Like a preservative,
   feral mother I won’t let the one
     I love become victim to famishment,
            and I am my child today.
jeffrey conyers Jul 2015
Deny it you might.
Except the truth stands out.
There will always be a mistress because some loves that role.

Someone fulfilling your pleasures as you fulfill theirs.
Yes, that's just the way it is.
Deny it you might.

There always be a racist with some point of view.
Some won't face the truth because the truth hurts to see.
That the race you speak negative about is now able to compete in achieving that American dreams.

Although that all men are created equal wasn't nothing but written words.
Because laws was created to hinder some men and and of course women.

Realize this.
We always be surrounded by fools that makes the wrong choice.
To be fooled once, we all can understand.
But multiple times, then we all begins to wonder.

There always a prisoner, as long , as there area profited crime.
We see them comes from all areas of life many of times.
Realize this.
These aren't just simple written words.

There always be a false prophet leading God's words.
And hard a sit might be to believe in society.
They still pushing forth His words to be heard.
We just need to seek, search to truly get God's message.

Realize truth and realize this.
There are more saints acting the sinner's role.
And like many honorable ministers they even get exposed.

Realize this ,more than any other thing.
There always be love to guide us and win out over hate.
Yes, the truth hurts.
Except comprehending it leads to kindness.
Shaleek Mar 2019
TEXT MESSAGE‼️

You get me tight when I know I can’t have you. No I’m not talking about ****** healing, but the intimate things like hold you on a daily, kiss you like it’s my last, caress and soothe ya mind while watching a movie, laugh at stupid jokes and clown on each other for being goofy. You mean so much to me and I’m not ashamed to express it. Whether it’s in the public eye or in our private time, just the thought of your face puts a smile upon mine. Just to know that you are happy brings joy to my heart. If love conquers all then pain should be of the past and ultimately mend the broken from the start. Days past and nights slowly drift away but one thing is that I’m forever appreciative of that day when we first intervened in each other’s space. You’re like the missing piece to my puzzle that I’ve been waiting to find. A tender heart, a sweet soul and a gentle mind. The love I possess is real, authenticity at its best I just want you to feel. Feel the way my heart beats to the soothing rhythm of life, not the wounds of the forbidden knife. Day by day your love captures me more and more, for Gods mercy we can and shall endure. Endure the hurt, endure the pain, endure the lonely nights crying of each other’s name. For the pressure to love will never be too hard because through Gods grace, we can now lay off the guard. The guard that wants to hold us back and hinder our growth, never to reveal the season of our outgrowth. So point in fact is that I cherish you and I promise to love. Love with not a broken heart but a mended mind because if love conquers all then I’ve been loving you from the very start.
Ashwin Kumar Oct 2024
In India, we need feminism
Because, it stands for equality
Before you start losing your calm
Please allow me to clarify
Feminism means not, women dominating men
It means equal rights for both men and women
And of course, women empowerment
Now, let me be blunt
India is not and has never been a great place for women
Our society enables male *******
In almost every sphere of life
Which ends up creating a lot of strife
It is time to change all of that
Hence, is feminism so important
Because, women need to find their voice
And for that, they must have a choice
To do what they desire
Without invoking the society's ire
So, it is time to dismantle our Brahminical patriarchy
Only then, can we really reform our society
Because, gender and caste go hand-in-hand
We cannot destroy gender inequality with a magic wand
It is necessary to strike at its very root
Which, essentially, is caste
For instance, why do so many rapes happen?
Because, they enable upper caste male *******
****** harassment and **** reinforce the caste structure
Thus, does the Manusmriti continue to influence gender
And proactively hinder women empowerment
Again, this is why feminism is so important
But it also needs to be intersectional
And include women at all levels
Of our wretched caste hierarchy
In order to achieve gender equality
It is necessary for Brahmin and Savarna women to take a pause
And allow Bahujan women to make uniformed choices for themselves
Instead of dictating terms to them all the time
Also, men need to be part of feminism
After all, inclusiveness is the very core of feminism
It transcends gender, ***, race, religion and caste
Was not Babasaheb Dr. B.R. Ambedkar one of India's greatest feminists?
It is thanks to this beautiful soul
That, at least in theory, are men and women equal
As far as our country is concerned
Therefore, feminism is something we greatly need
But it can be successful only when it includes everyone
Thus, in order to make India a much safer place for women
Everybody must adopt feminism
Because, it is equivalent to humanism!
Jai Bhim!!
Self-explanatory!!
Brett Jun 2013
We are all but alone
in time and space we are
for now we are here
we are gone tomorrow
for time will take us
space will have us
we go to whence we came

earth brought us
space filled us
time elapsed around us
spirit was within us

we have been
we are
we will be

we are what we are
accept that within us all
accept who you are
for you are more
we are all more
than what you know

do not speculate
why access
realise
imagine
judge
comprehend

be all
be none
be more

why assume
when you are
for you are more
than you realise
the potential
within time and space
of our lifetime

become one
become many
become none

for we start as none
we become many
we become one
we find who we are
we define what we are

you are you
never forget that
understand yourself
be happy in you
see what is not there
for then you are true

the truth will set you free
so many have said
find it and you will see
seek it and you shall find it

be none
do none
become all
for you are all
we are all one
and none

back to time and space we do go
so i say now
find who you are
become yourself
happiness is what you make of it

open your soul
your heart
close your eyes
silence your ears
let your soul become you

for we are none
we are few
we are many
we are all

look up
see what is lost
find what you shall seek
but not with your eyes
time is now upon you

do not hinder what you do
for time will go
and so will you
regret will come
and so will i

for when i do
you shall know
the end of your time
but a warning there be

find yourself
for you
then happy
be all

heed that warning
for then you shall be
more than you ever dreamed
not only in your life
but in that of your generations

for the universe shall have you again
and then so shall i
sobie Sep 2014
I woke up on a perfect winter morning while the sun slumbered behind snowing skies. My crusty eyes opened without any dark circles of obligation for once and my breath filled me with a flourishing freedom. I lied there for a moment and merely existed, before the pounding of my heart and rushing of my blood pulled me forth to take on the world once again. This restlessness of the ocean inside me guided me as I transitioned from who I was towards a me more capable of grander and love. On this morning I felt a freshness of mind that set me forth with strong strides in the winding direction of a future so enlightening and so ideal in its flaws, and what could I do with myself but seek out a sweet adrenaline to satisfy a piece of my wandering soul? I decided to go. I, with a deep intuition and knowing, left my doorstep with oatmeal on my lip, skis on my back, and the intent to make decisions and create the life that is genuine to me and to this world that I have found worth being part of. My mind was waiting for me in the mountains and my soul was with me in the snow. So, in good company, I bounded forward on the road. My brothers sat beside me and we shared the bumps of the potholes that put hiccups in our laughter. These memories in making were tinted through golden filters of familiarity and understanding. Onward and ahead, we saw the mountains looming with a million-year-old confidence that I sought to adopt. While I held slight fear in my heart for what was to come, I also held my own sweaty hand as comfort. I was full of vulnerability and courage and I still sat giddy in the car because I knew I was living and nothing could be greater.
Soon it was midday and the clouds loitered around the edges of the sky as if they were suspicious of the sun. Beams of light ricocheted off of goggles and snow and beads of sweat that were caught in my oldest brother's beard. The hard work and constant determination of the hike up was a way of earning our run and it made the view taste so much sweeter. Finally able to rest, I planted a granola bar in my mouth and squinted through a frame of icy eyelashes to see a sight I had seen before, every day for the past week, but still punched the air out of my lungs. The powder was up to my thighs and the snow lovingly seeped its way into my boots just to kiss my toes with painful numbing. I wiggled them to try tickling some sanity and warmth into them. I only hoped that my now purple toenails would not fall off. I pulled up my balaclava to dodge the lunges of frostbite's ravenous teeth. Each nip of cold, the company of my brothers, the view, and the raw interaction with the mountain created a moment that reeked of a dream: a seemingly perfect balance between pain and pleasure, just the right mixture to allow for maximum appreciation.  
The hype of the day kept us from settling our thoughts and quickly my siblings were bounding down the mountain. I felt freedom in the love I had for the mountain and for my four brothers whose elated screams echoed off of the mountain ranges. I joined their chorus of mountain yodelling and embraced the carefree mindset of Mother Nature. My skis led the way and found fresh tracks. The lines of the songs that blasted through my headphones were translated into the lines that I skied. The music shuffled with an abrupt change of pace that did not hinder my happiness. The random shuffling of songs only fed my innate addiction to change and let my enthusiasm multiply and blossom. With a knack for going with the flow, I knew that what the universe hands me is often what I need, and today I needed to listen to the soothing tones of The Tibetan Monks of Gaden Sharste & Corciolli as I sped down the slopes.
Although childish in our hearts and in our unpracticed aerials, we were not childish in our perspective. We had a shared understanding of the bigger picture, an open-mindedness that comes with being a small, overrated mammal sliding on some sticks down the biggest thing it could get its hands on. Each of us took our fair share of tumbles and we accompanied each with cacophonous laughter muffled by mouthfuls of snow. To be atop a mountain, and to feel its indifference to you, really teaches the skill of not taking things too seriously. I grabbed some air and crashed into a disorganized pile of all my gear. But my commitment to the bettering of my skills, my world, and myself, let me rise from even my most deadly of wrecks not unscathed but changed and always for the better. With such a brutal fall, I gained the experience necessary for landing it next time...and I did.
     After reaching the bottom, without hesitancy, we followed our spontaneous urges to pursue more. Every moment spent on that mountain came from a drive to experience and learn. It was based off of my ceaseless search for something new... or for learning or for the rad or for the gnar or for swagger or for living a life that could inspire. The seed of this search was planted in me by my five older siblings who all held within their bellies a fire of the same breed. And we sewed that common thread together on ridge lines and in powdered fields where nature is in perfect harmony with man and my head is in perfect harmony with my heart...where my intelligence and ambition trust one another and I trust them because they have gotten me this far and I know they are not tired yet.
Hyacinth Jul 2015
Didn't know how
Absolutely clueless
Eagered to find out
Relied on my guesses
Emptied  my doubts
Left'em behind
Loving her til'
Eternal life of mine
Time won't hinder
Now and forever
On every pain I'm suffering
Comes with me realizing
How I started on the first place
Enlightened that you are my blessing
First poem I've composed in my 25 years of existence. Dedicated to my one true love who introduced me to poem writing and appreciation who also happens to be my inspiration behind this poem.
Sally A Bayan Aug 2014
For  Cheryl Love


I am on this part of the world
while you are there on the other side
an enormous sea stands between us.
We are both just tiny specks from where we stand...
It is not a high wall that separates us---
but giant waves and scary windstorms,
an ocean of strong currents existing...

And yet, we speak, we think, like
we are just a few minutes drive away...
I feel you're just next door
a matter of three knocks away...
we chat and we laugh cheerfully,
like the day would never end
like the sun would never set...

These physical barriers that separate us
couldn't hinder us from smiling...
Only a few words spoken
would send us laughing...
We see ourselves on skype,
the gleeful sound of our  giggles
is unstoppable and contagious,
for we giggle just about anything...
Our mouths never close,
there is always something to discuss,
something to laugh about...
like the day would never end,
like the sun would never set...

We radiate positive energy,
we vibrate with pleasant thoughts,
dwelling on hopes that
one day we would meet in person...
We shall have long talks,
we shall have long walks,
we shall cook,
we shall make beads,
everything, we shall do together,
we won't run out of things to do together,
like the day would never end,
like the sun would never set...

Though far apart,
the music of our giggles
shall play on and on,
in our hearts,
in our minds,
in our ears....
There is no doubt,
our friendship, our music would live on,
like the day would never end,
like the sun would never set...


Sally


Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
***My hopes are high, Cheryl, one day, we would meet in person...it is like a pledge...like a continuing prayer.***
jeffrey conyers Dec 2014
Oh, the truth hurts.
We within this society know it.
All except a certain percentage.

The law works.
Works for a certain group.
And not completely for others.

The power that be controls the rules.
History has addressed that in various ways.

Where a certain percentage can come?
While others can't stay
Except when some uses the news to get their way.

For those that never started at the starting line.
Comprehend you been ahead longer.
And this isn't a lie.

Laws created to hinder one.
While one profit greatly from them.
Is now facing the reality of friction coming to us.

Segregation against a variety of group.
Only has show society the complete truth.
Running and hiding within your own world.

Only showcase you afraid of real truth.
That you forever be apart of us.

The percentage that most media cater too.
Seem to mirror the image seen constantly reporting the news.
Halie Harris Sep 2011
A crooked grin he wore
a sly curve of sin
the name of death, he gladly bore
his darkness held within

To graveyard gloom he went
to find a treasure buried
the life from bodies spent
but to the form a soul again be married

The dead all rose up
with a wave of his claw
drinking from magic's cup
with long-rotted maw

Then away the villain cast
with allies new-found
his armies growing vast
equal his greed abound

On yonder hill he rides
his armies drawing in
like hungry raging tides
twas a storming beast akin

To darkness then the world was thrown
the good all burned a-cinder
throughout the land the evil known
none left for it to hinder.
Mark Steigerwald Nov 2016
Its closing in
Burning within
Beneath my skin
My darkest sin.

Its rising to a peak
It's blinding me from what I seek
It snaps at my  feet
It shouts out at me with all its strength
"I am your defeat!".

It's eyes ablaze
yet oh so dark
What measure knows his tallied days
What fathom holds  his tormented heart.
It peers unwanted into my fragile soul
it grasps tightly
desperate to take me down and pull
me with him.

His hold so tight,
like an eternal night
the fear goes on and on and on.

But then I see it.
Or perhaps it's a Him and not an it.
It's bright as the sun yet I can look right at it.
Its coming close
so very close.
My heartbeat quickens,
my frail courage thickens
And the beast that grasps my soul clenches tighter
as the light before me glows brighter.

As the being comes closer I can tell that it's a Man
but like no man that I have ever seen,
his eyes carry the fiercest gleam,
like nothing else I've ever seen,
like no dream thats ever been dreamed.

I can see pure white light
the fire that surrounds him is ferocious
yet somehow I am surviving this sight.

I look down and I feel
the cold, clammy claws
of the beast start to peel
away.

Before the brilliance
and the sheer glory
of Him who comes
The beasts resilience
and the wretched story
we share
begin to crumbled.

Piece by piece,
link by link
stone by stone
the dungeons, the shackles the walls,
that the beast had build around me
Began to undo.
All his work, everything that he had fought for for so long,
now coming undone in mere moments.

Suddenly I feel it
The great weight coming off.
I had been at the bottom of the sea
with a millstone tide around me
with all those voices telling me
who I ought to be.
Telling me what I ought to see
down in that devil's sea
where all around me
was darkness.
A darkness that gave me a false identity,
a darkness that told me I could never be.
"Now see darkness?" I shout "I now can be,
for you now can not.
For He set me free, He said son you're free!
so be here no more in this devil's sea.
Come with me now
I want to give you an eternity with me."

I stretched my weary legs and jumped for freedom
I watched as the beast plummeted down into his doomed kingdom.
It was finally over.
The weight off my shoulder
all those long years,
all those wretched tears.
I was free.

As I reveled in my freedom
He stepped in near,
He said "In me there is no fear".
He said "My son, my son I will never forsake you."
I said "But I am not worthy, if only you knew
what I know, if only you had seen what I have seen."
He simply looked into my eyes
with those burning eyes of his,
And He said "I know 'everything', and 'everything' doesn't change a thing.
My love for you is unconditional, my love for you comes without a price or expectations. It's pure, it's whole, it's bigger than you could ever imagine. I have always loved you, I have always been with you, but you have not always been with me. I have set you free now be free and see all that I have for you.
My son your 'everything'  doesn't make you weaker, it doesn't make you less attractive to me, it doesn't hinder me from loving you. Your 'everything' only makes you stronger. Your story is your strength. Your past is your rock. Broken bones grow back stronger, Broken hearts grow deeper, broken souls find their healer and re-find their purpose.
The best is yet to come for through me
You are STRONGER.
Moon light creates shadows
Yet those ~ some can't be uncover
As the echoes from the hills
It sound's rhyme like the wind
Gently touch to a mortal souls


Solemnity with thousands fireflies
A very perfect space deep inside
Captivated in a moment of silence
Wondering how it all began
As to start pondering~ it's amazing


Waters that flows without an ends
No mask would still the ground
As it uncover the utmost part
To tear the walls that hinder
And the sort of things~ and lies within


How good it is to be found
in a very special place of time
While pondering the words in silence
as my dear heart consume in-depth
That fills my heart and mind


To hear again the echoes
and that lion's whispers
Strengthen the mortal soul's
As it lights over the pavement
then the trumpets above
cover the silence.



So it's more than just  a great day
No hours in it to think about
While the both knees on the ground
The sweet tears it just fall
while I start seen things ahead



Now that it was penned down
Until the presence of our days
Same as you dear friends in present
Found the most fountain of life
As a treasure of a lifetime.
What credits no one's are more valuables  as we become a piece  of instrument of it....
Spike Harper Jul 2016
How does one measure quality.
Through merits.
Deeds done well.
Maybe even smiles extracted from sour hearts.
Should there be requirements.
Standards..
Beyond those most impose anyway.
Whatever may be the case.
Specific or not.
There wasn't a catagory that was left unexplored.
No wound to small.
Insignificance.
Had no home here.
So many gestures..
Went unnoticed.
But never chastised for.
The world began and ended at our doorstep.
To be shown what form a true blessing takes.
Is a present.
Gifted in both terms.
I would be hard pressed to compare.
The night sky has lost a light this day.
Society goes on.
But a single family mourns.
Dominoes cascade..
Rippling actions and consequence into one...
Validation is key.
While others hinder all else.
And Distractions only work so well..
Even sulking seems so frivolous.
On this day.
Beauty is redefined.
As is bravery.
One can only hope to leave..
With half the grace demonstrated today.
June 30. Ten days after my birthday.
hyun Oct 2023
starving as he was,
the snow could not hinder
the undying rage
beneath his fur, his skin—
it was boiling,
as if to erupt,
to evolve into
something entirely
different.

wailing, he kept walking
despite the weight of it all,
shredding every piece
of humanity ever
afforded to him.
it was then
that he realized
animals were never
concerned with rights
or wrongs—
only what was
in their hearts,
or their craving.

he kept his fangs
showing, his claws
sharp enough to maim,
to turn his next friend
into a victim—
just so he can go back,
rest, and live
another god-awful day.
Valsa George Apr 2016
Lying in a trance on a rocking chair,
In the living room of my quiet home,
The buzzing sound of a fretful bee,
Woke me up from my pleasant reverie.

Again and again the droning hiss,
Fell faintly in my vacant ear.
It came so close from the window sill,
Fastened tight with glass shutters.

On looking up, I chanced to glance,
A little fly that reeled around,
Trying in vain to find its way,
Through the narrow slit, into the open sky.

For the poor insect trapped inside,
It was a matter of live or die,
Again and again it beat so hard,
Against the glass window that lay ajar.

I watched lazily its poignant tussle,
To get away or to stay asunder.
Desperate between life and death,
It mustered all its remaining strength.

Try hard and try again,
Was all that what it dared to do,
And every feat converged on –
Getting out through the window pane.

Alas! Across the room, quite close,
Lay open the door it never did see,
With hurdles none to block its way,
Or hinder it in its forward flight.

Had it taken a different course,
It could dart out into the world it sought,
And spared the strength it burnt in vain,
In the frenzied move to set it free.

By treading through the beaten track,
We might perish like the trapped fly.
For reaching out into wider skies,
We may take as well a different route.
Don Bouchard Jun 2014
I drove 150 miles round trip
To hear a friend preach
And see him baptize an infant
This morning.

My friend preached on the Father's love
For the prodigal son...
Said, "The father loves those outside the fold
Every bit as much as those inside the fold!"
Made me remember that the Good Shepherd
Hunted far and near to bring the one lost sheep
Back to the other ninety-nine.

I thought, statistically speaking,
The Good Shepherd leaves no sheep behind,
(A hundred percent salvific rate
I'd call it... Pretty good odds for even
A dumb sheep like me...).

After the ceremony,
Lunching at the family's house,
The older brother of the baptized boy
Looked up at me,
Cake in his mouth,
And asked,"Are you Jesus?"

Took me quite by surprise,
But smiling,
I said, "No, I'm not Jesus!"
He asked, "Where is Jesus?"
His grandfather said,
"He's here!"
Pointing to the little guy's chest.

A little while later,
When his mom sat next to him,
He pointed to his chest,
"Jesus lives in here!"

Sunday sermons...
One in a church,
One in a garage...
I heard two today.
------------------
Matthew 19:14 Jesus said, "Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these."
Still pondering the little guy's question....
Mark Steigerwald Dec 2016
This is my war cry
This is my moment
My do or die.

When the heavens come crashing
down on me
when the mountains rear their heads in defiance of my existence.
When all that I know turns against me
seeking to wipe out all memory
of who I once was.

When the oceans rage
and the skies thunder
when the beasts howl
and the stars plummet violently to earth.
When the darkness consumes all hint of light
when the sun and the moon succumb to the night.
When my thoughts torment me
when my weakness is greater than it's ever been before.

When all hell breaks loose and its minions are unleashed upon me.
When the fear is crippling
when the hate hits its zenith
when hearts break
and all hope in me is lost.
When the rope that I held on to for so long snaps into shreds of dust
when the love I held in my heart gets ripped away.
When everything and everyone
falls into line to tear me apart.

I will not back down.

This is my defiance.
This is my battle cry
my shout of rebellion.

Come hell, come fire, come darkness, come storm

I will not back down.

This is my defiance
This is where I make my stand.
I will not lose ground,
I will make ground.
I will advance.
And I will conquer.
I will see the world
I will see great and wonderful things laid out before my very eyes.
I will see faces from the far corners of the earth
I will climb the highest mountains
I will bear the heaviest burdens.
I will swim the strongest currents
I will bear through harsh cold and fierce heat
I will never stop
I will never quit
I will overcome everything that is laid out before me
Nothing can stop me
Nothing can hinder me from achieving my goals, my dreams, my desires.

I am a loose cannon, no one can hold me down now
I am as free as the wind
as wild as the sea.
I am defiance
And defiantly I will rise above this tempest.
I will rise and I will overcome.

I am Defiance.
Try and stop me now.
Robin Carretti May 2018
Please! Wait
Feeling so low
Like his (Blowfish)__
bait?
Jazzzzeeeey
Only temporary Oh! geez
Robin Razzamatazz
What!! All about Love
Candy Pez

((Enter me Expandable))

I need to fish
around so flexible
He
comments
You're quick
**

The Vampire Garlic
RIP I have young-blood
I will just relive again
To expedite
what remains
Love unconditionally
All hired with conditions

The restless young
outbreak
Native New Yorker
The busy talker
draw flush
In the Navy
Fleet week Baby
meeting crush

The Quickie
interview
Gift of gab 
 stalker
Or the hermit of Hermits
Languages
No demerits
Racing down
her wicked
thighs shower his
muscles

Sprinkle cone
Iced me
mortgages
get
me sick way to
quick to even sigh
Whats up with
patience
Include the Immigrants
Somehow American
women
Not very productive
They had Robot
watchdog like Gods
The money
where  your Apple

Mouth  I-Yahoo computer
And follow me
All followers
Kevin Quick morning
Bacon
Stallone Rocky


__ Expandable

In the native lands
Over the border
The Ventriloquist
Nesquik
Emigrant exhibitionist
Deviant outsider
The Spy Breadwinner

The I pod doing
the podcast

Outcast lady
The rain in Seattle
Hanky Panky
Snoopy hang on
Aboard love boat
so foreign
Her kitten tongue
was wide open
Eye wide but
quickly minds shut
Did it say?
((Too Quick))

((White Doves)) website
Riders of the Morrison
dorm
Ouija board storm

Him hungry
for her
smorgasbord
  Stars flu

* Planetarium+

Miss Tory friend
Terry's mouth
of Sherry
Met all their lovers
Sweet Cherry wine

In the Sanitarium
Your words are
not to hinder me

Kiss of an angel
You compelled me
Such a coincidence
The spell too quick

No heart of
citizenship
Walk like a man
Talk like a
foreigner real slick
In another land
Dance like an Egyptian
From the Godly land  

No man is
quick enough
To expedite
The quicker man
Beaten by the
bodyguard
No God this is a
Ladies Island

Pulp Fiction absurd
Vanilla milkshake
Saturday Fever
Cons
So many Johns
The quick reaction might get you in trouble taking it slow can also blow you off the Titanic. Please have a drink listen to music wings to your heart in the foreign lands or wherever you are never apart
Chuck Feb 2013
We share our intimate verbiage
Tearful, tortured souls are bared
Ripples of poetry reverberate  
Through myths and muse and fears

Who are these mysterious poets
With whom we write and laugh
Some could be different than they claim
A dark catfish in a poet’s guise
Worse, others playing nefarious games

Shall mysterious friends be trusted
We don’t even know genuine names
Yet, I declare, my mysterious friends
Names, ages, and past do not hinder me
We can hide our facts and our faces
Yet poet friends we will truly be

We’ve known people for many years
Spent hours on trivial small talk
We don’t know who they really are
We’ve shared poems in anonymity
Yet we’ve bled more deeply by far

To all mysterious friends, poets one and all
No need to inspect you face to face
To trust you with my naked soul!
Natt Rozanska Dec 2010
Don’t write letters; if you can’t say it face to face, you probably shouldn’t say it.

Try empathy, it’s beautiful.

Honesty is liberating, but inerasable.

Don’t think too much, it’ll hinder everything you want to do.

Don’t fear the fear; accept it, embrace it, deal with it, use it.

Lucid dream, especially when you’re awake.

Life is long; waste time, forget plans, start again.

Above all, remember, one day you’ll die, let that be a comfort.
Robin Carretti Jun 2018
We look
We React
Blue eye contact
So many living things
that shine and the dull lost soul
Why don't we have control
We bloom morning glory
flowers grow and then they
have nothing to show
More people grow perhaps
they lost their fire
Wanting to reach
our goal but do
we really get higher

Something is about her
movements of love desire
The life I azure it's not
beautifying allure
Like a dead weight not pure
Or velocity blue vivid
We need to outlive it vitality
But life has somehow changed
our minds to the
mental attitude
of mentality

And it's not
so pretty not
a Pop Art
you're a pop pill
feeling

Getting warm or wait hot I don't think so
All frozen and what a blue haze chill
Ladies, we feel the
Blues Billy Holiday
The good morning heartache
moon to raise the dusk
the deep end of your mind,
not Good morning Viet Nam
With Robin Williams
what a fine actor
How the
illness gets
so out of
body and mind the factor

We need a friend not to hinder
Better teacher
the mentor
to better
understand our task

Living on the moody edge,
I azure there are many risks.
Or not wanting to even brush your hair
you hardly sleep.

And you're never hungry to eat.
You’re feeling so much frustration
like you have nothing to live for.

How things are in our head
I'm not dead yet
  You didn’t
want to
even pick that ripe
beauty
blueberry off the floor.

You
And I
I phone cry
Something ripe you
couldn’t pick yourself up
Like the serene
mystical forest
you could envision
but you picked all
the sad blue
being squashed
so lifeless
the colors
Nothing could
ever feel
the brightness in you

Why is everything blue,
blueberries and sapphires
so invitingly rich the finer things
were drowning you so way
down becoming
all tasteless and your eyes
were looking
at them with dullness?
You started
to feel like
Heads and tails a dime

So isolated and
living in poverty.
You felt less
than desirable

“Hello Yellow” sunshine
you were getting
more miserable
Is it all about the blues?

Or when you
really got to think
more clearly this was not
your time, for you to open
the happiness door.

Your hands look lifeless
like your head could hit a
the floor you stroke the brush of paint
but your mind is spinning like a
paint wheel. You cannot feel anything,
but pain, far from your funny times,
of a “Ferris Wheel” but your
moods go up and down

But
But what?
But>>..but---but I have something to say
no one but again but no one smiles or there
not listening to another but
you’re at home but it feels but_
I am trying to tell you what?
You are only a possession that means
something everything is one color
blue even your phone
You’re feeling’s
got caught into
one mood of a vibe

And who really are you?
You were feeling so distant
like an alien from another tribe
I azure no seizure greener pasture
may not be truer but I am the
Saphire birthstone bluer

How your soul releases
something it penetrates
everything but the problem is there
Like a distortion, the distraction,
you cannot think the way you want to
You cannot get satisfaction
Your young but not alive
having the worst abortion

“Byzantine” high up in the mezzanine
Sad clock so blue it's 9 Oh! No
The sad clown he skipped some towns
blue the deep purple-blue like a
hypnotic feeling but sad
You almost feel
helpless like
a fatality no
purity so much pain,

you cannot even
concentrate to
go to business.
Everyone was
wearing a blue suit
I only wanted to see
the other colors to shine my suit
Around you, it felt like a  shrine
of ghost
you were saying
where are the businesses?

“The Great Depression”
the government needing
help and all of us we got brutality
Like the second key causes,
the first key to be raised with
so many questions are we getting
help with the right answers

The  Antidepressant who say
happiness is a drug in this sense
it would be the reversal
almost like a curse but worse

Life can get
more dysfunctional
more chemical imbalances
feeling the cold weather and things
are going to hell not feeling any better
What we need is love the sun
a yellow mix of brightness.
And God what he needs to tell you

We need to face it canvas in an insane asylum.
waiting for Autumn leaves
but they fall on my face I
need the Godly sun
to take its place
You couldn’t deal with it like the
“Ice Queen” you became and
dampness touched your face
Then it kicked in but I azure you
“I’m Blue” like a symbol it builds
up more depression arrives
I azure you additions
ups and down
bipolar bear the polar
getting a tooth
pulled such pain
in one molar

The depression of darkness like a
horse with no harness?
How it raises our blood flow
but why can’t I be the
Lady in Red so bold and vibrant?
My perfect fit got blue Cinderella shoe?

Will my Prince ever come to me and what will he understand?

I azure you to appreciate
what life has to offer
Look up at the blue sky
I am right there, but don’t ask why
We are a life full of colors remember
to pick yours wisely.
This is the blues of all of us it is my interpretation, your well-being the vacation but you all will get  a better insight into how the mind and body work the real deal no perks but perhaps good salad works LOL
Orange Rose May 2018
I wear a muzzle 'round my mouth,
To keep my words from falling.
My padded heart is bound in chains,
To keep my soul from calling.

My ears are deafened by the sound,
Of ten-thousand people lying.
My eyes are blinded and covered with cloth,
So I do not know I'm crying.

My arms and legs are tied together,
To hinder my escape.
They sing a siren's lullaby,
To be sure I never wake.

And though everything is soft and still,
And I feel like I am sinking,
My mind is loud with angry shouts.
They cannot stop me thinking.
Shell of a Man Dec 2017
She believes in God.
I believe in the ocean
Under the son soaked in faith
An open vase with two matches, a home for two soul mates
She says she wants a love like that
But I can't tell the smoke from the ashes

She feels like forever and that scares me
Daring me to let her but, to be fair, I never thought I'd care so much
Torn and severed, I lay everything bare. The air is broken with unspoken words
Whenever I open my mouth to say something clever, my heart gets the better of me
For better or worse, will I ever see this vendetta set at ease? 
Perpetually vexed at this lack of confederacy. My tongue tells evidence of a mutiny
Truthfully I usually don't curse in these verses but they used to be so worthless
Without a purpose, only penned to purchase penance
How earnest my pen is when it mentions your existence
Will you witness this witless prince in his attempt to win this with his passion? 
Like a centuries old symphony soaked in similes, they'll sing of your love whenever they mention me
Though this moment will, one day, be a distant memory within the halls of history
I will not let expiration dates hinder me. Every soliloquy hereafter will be like hymn mimicries
An endless blend of love, life, and everything in between
Between you and me, I'm still wishing we sing those songs together 
What a perfect ending we'd be.

She believes in love
Maybe I'll believe in time
Drowning.
Kramenyaw Oct 2013
There are times
When you use to think of your past
All you ever do is to ponder
That, things will change
Hoping you haven’t done such things
And wishing things were done in different ways
All of those
Irrevocably written in your history

Handling life is like choosing a stone
A tool which could represent
Who you are and what you do

Different stones can be drawn everywhere

Rough… smooth
Small…Big
Ordinary…precious
Brittle…Hard

You could choose to be rough.
Were you handle things badly,
Making unwanted decisions out of poor emotions,
A person who does not exert more effort
Things which could draw you to be undesirable to others

There are also times when you belittle yourself
Actions happening out of irresponsive efforts to others
That, things are not coming quite good
All due to Lack of confidence
This could hinder you to be a better person

You might also treat yourself like an ordinary passer’s-by
Feeling care-free of the things that may happen
That things just come and go
Making others fulfill their stuffs on their own
A thought that could not give a big difference to the society

You could also choose to be a cry-baby
Were you Let others step on you
That you are not capable of doing big decisions
Treating yourself irresponsible to higher things
Which could left you a slave to others

A question should always be asked on yourself,
“Do I want to be that kind of Stone?”

Ask yourself, and sincerely answer.
A question to ponder,
“Am I rough?”
“Am I Small?”
“Am I Ordinary”
“Am I Brittle?”






You could be your own stone
Smooth…Big…Precious…Hard

Be Desirable…
Be a Better Person…
Be different…
Be Strong…
EJ Aghassi Jan 2017
Well, of course it does, in a way

With your hands clasped in idleness,
Chained behind your back in surrender,
Your will evaporates
While you bask in hollow falsity

& without any will left to materialize
Itself into an immovable object,

What is left to hinder the onslaught
Of the unstoppable forces
We have to face every day?
wisdom from a sign on the side of the road
Teresa Magaña Jan 2012
The tortured heart and soul do not drive these words anymore
Instead, it’s the delightful lovely thoughts of what the heart and soul has the opportunity to feel
Delightful lovely thoughts that drives and create these new words
Thoughts of a new embrace
New lips
Thoughts of a touch from new hands
Hands to let caress me
Hands that try to find where my skin ends
Tracing my curves
Getting lost as they move in
So many thoughts of where a simple “Hello” can lead
A simple flirty hello that spreads...a smile on my face
Lovely lovely thoughts bounce through this free spirited mind
Lovely lovely things that could become real after a glass of wine
How freeing it is! ...to say all of these things!
I’ve written these words from a depth of sincere happiness
A free soul
No more binding emotional ties that hinder the smile I now like to share all the time
A smile that comes from the bright spirit I now hold
A freeing smile that invites the opportunity of new chances
New chances!
I never thought I would say those words
Lovely thoughts
Lovely things
I’m exited for what they will manifest and bring
cyrus May 2011
smooth son/sun, you're a holy roller
no fighting hedonism with a cold shoulder
smolder, ignite into a ******
baptism of divine alarm
because fervor is louder than alms
so you could be a rolling ball of burning fingers
kissing and singeing sinners who hinder
what you want to tear asunder
so blunder, reckless in abandon
or you could be no man's son
and everyone's sun and the one's son
father, the world weighs a ton.

our forebears split him with dynamite
nile magic, scattered like stones, own the afterlife
and he's got a son, so bright, light
got a silver dollar and a star studded collar
and the ring of fire, burns more than the rest
stuff them all down inside a god's chest
now the son's got a cold dish
aching for one last wish, match, set, game
vengeance on chaos, and sand in his throat, in his father's name
**** some brother of cain and able
way back when, when seth was still an animal

obsessive compulsive, no demons in the cosmic sieve
demons are angels, in his last breath the son wants to live
but he's got to be some kind of doom
cosmic boom, keep people straight in a narrow room
pretty tunes, ancient runes, weave the world on an almighty loom
while the sun's high, and the son's high, and it's high noon.
Jerry Apr 2019
“When an injured athlete urge a comeback to field for love of game, his vulnerability toward previous muscle wound hinder his mental ability to go on with a full swing. Though, same rule implicate for people who hold bleeding pen to draw alphabetic emotions”

Yesterday I met one of those fragile birds. She carry fractured pen fingers under her beautiful skin, has curious eyes with strange shyness and a touched heart. The pursue of selflove somehow quelled her creative charm. I never expected to encounter someone so likeminded. She put away her pen to avoid emotions, identically similar reason made me quit this so-called ability which once lured bunch of close friends and many others who never knew the face behind these emotionally colored pages...

Wish I could feel her feathers and let her touch my scars, but her shivering Fragile Soul stopped me to become a...
‘Bad Boy She Craves For...’
Wishful thinking
doesn’t get you far.

Wishful thinking
digs you into a hole,
straight down
into the ground.

Wishful thinking
is one of the only things
that can completely
hinder a person’s ability

to keep on down
the path of moving on.
Copyright © Claire Shelton 2011
JL Nov 2011
Important little words can
Tear, Burn, Hinder
Heal, Hold, Wonder

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