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Really? Well, don’t be, because it doesn’t help to be sorry. Sorry doesn’t change it. Sorry doesn’t make it go away. Sorry doesn’t “undo” what’s already been done. Sorry doesn’t erase my memory. Sorry doesn’t take away the searing pain in my chest. Sorry ***** I don't want your pity or to hear that no child should ever have to endure what I did. Because **** happens. It happened to me …it happens to millions of other kids. Shoulda…woulda…coulda… You’re right – I do have so much going for me. I have an education, a career, financial security – the beautiful house w/the picket fence, the 2 kids and the dogs. And it’s all a huge sham! You can take the girl out of the trailer park, but you can’t take the trailer park out of the girl. And that’s what I’m to be commended for??? That doesn’t make me special. I should be commended because I have an education? Things could sure be a lot worse, huh? I could be a crack ***** living on the street with 10 kids in foster care, unable to afford therapy even if I wanted to go. I could be like “them”. Wow! I’m so awesome. Yay for me! Kudos to the smart chick that spent years being molested by her father and ACTUALLY made something of her life. It’s a miracle! It’s all such a sham – a dog and pony show. Smoke and Mirrors, my dear! Put on a stylish outfit, and paste on a cheerful smile, and everyone thinks you have it all together….. No one would ever know different. You wouldn’t have known. If I’d have kept my big fat mouth shut!!!!! I should have known better….I should have sat down and weighed the risks, possible opportunities, the roadblocks the problems, and definitely a cost analysis of plan A – trying to work through the ******** of the past, B – continue to live in denial, C – **** myself. …. That’s what a smart business woman would have done. And after all, I’m super smart, huh? A real genius!
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Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 10:10 AM UTC
“I’m sorry you had to go through that. You didn’t deserve to be treated that way.”
Really? Well, don’t be, because it doesn’t help to be sorry. Sorry doesn’t change it. Sorry doesn’t make it go away. Sorry doesn’t “undo” what’s already been done. Sorry doesn’t erase my memory. Sorry doesn’t take away the searing pain in my chest. Sorry ***** I don't want your pity or to hear that no child should ever have to endure what I did. Because **** happens. It happened to me …it happens to millions of other kids. Shoulda…woulda…coulda… You’re right – I do have so much going for me. I have an education, a career, financial security – the beautiful house w/the picket fence, the 2 kids and the dogs. And it’s all a huge sham! You can take the girl out of the trailer park, but you can’t take the trailer park out of the girl. And that’s what I’m to be commended for??? That doesn’t make me special. I should be commended because I have an education? Things could sure be a lot worse, huh? I could be a crack ***** living on the street with 10 kids in foster care, unable to afford therapy even if I wanted to go. I could be like “them”. Wow! I’m so awesome. Yay for me! Kudos to the smart chick that spent years being molested by her father and ACTUALLY made something of her life. It’s a miracle! It’s all such a sham – a dog and pony show. Smoke and Mirrors, my dear! Put on a stylish outfit, and paste on a cheerful smile, and everyone thinks you have it all together….. No one would ever know different. You wouldn’t have known. If I’d have kept my big fat mouth shut!!!!! I should have known better….I should have sat down and weighed the risks, possible opportunities, the roadblocks the problems, and definitely a cost analysis of plan A – trying to work through the ******** of the past, B – continue to live in denial, C – **** myself. …. That’s what a smart business woman would have done. And after all, I’m super smart, huh? A real genius!
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I feel so torn I love them a lot Except I feel like I can't love them as freely as I want to Because they remind me of an ex I want so desperately to let go of I want to move on with my life And to love them entirely for them Without the ripples of her Skating across my perception I feel trapped in my mind sometimes Living through past memories That only make me feel sadness now And I wonder if that closure I seek Can occur if I can forgive myself For hurting her so much How can I take responsibility and Embrace my faults and mistakes While also forgiving myself for them? Forgive myself for hurting her? Especially after realizing that My emotional unavailability caused it And I understand that I must remain compassionate And I must accept the things I cannot change It's just hard not to shame myself When the blame fits so perfectly In the palms of my hands
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Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 12:19 AM UTC
Roadblocks and Realizations
How did you get here? Perhaps there was a big bang, and so you were. Maybe you hit the ground running as fast as your legs could take you. Was it so that you opened you mouth and words poured out perfectly? Perchance all that was obtainable was already yours. My journey was not of such ease. I was birthed after hours of labor. For every step I walked I fell six times before. For months my tears and laughs were my only way of expression. My parents, as many, knew patience. Our parents, our teachers, our siblings, even ourselves: we had patience. We are here because of it. Now we can marinate our meat for flavor, but we pop diet pills for fast results. Now we can slow cook our meals, but we abuse drugs to erase our sorrows. Now we can raise a baby, but we let go of precious relationships too easily. Now we can be a teacher, but we give up on ourselves. Patience is putting in the effort for results, even when we don’t see the results for weeks, even months. Patience is choosing the narrow road, even when the wide one is less lonely. Patience is taking all the loops, kinks, and bumps as they come; and not giving up after the first couple roadblocks. Patience is to love unconditionally, even if we have to step back for a little while. Patience is all rage; we all need more of it. We are all patients for patience, but we get too sick of waiting. Our doctor was there, our remedy too, but a cheap high walked past and we chased it.
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Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 12:57 AM UTC
Patients for Patience
platonic years insurrected by civil wars (again) one girl hit by lightning (again) x-rays of her broken limbs painted from memory caught between flintlock and fossil with a just-sleepy-enough, narcotic feeling his ghost in the sock drawer his odd fingerprints on her luggage the wilt of flowered books full of wide-eyed selfies and running scared old love letters (or were they death threats?) all roadblocks to her star-shaped chemical world until her coup d'état falls helplessly into the sea (again)
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Sep 18, 2023
Sep 18, 2023 at 7:52 AM UTC
Revolution #9 (again)
The Second Book Forms of Pain Losing yourself to distress, Forgetting your own birthday, Unrequited love, The beauty of your rival, Plans on a rainy day, Vinegar on wounded skin, Saying ‘goodbye’ again, Roadblocks with no detour ©Copyright 2014 Written and Edited by Racquel Davis
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Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 1:16 PM UTC
The Pillow Book of R. Davis
Every day is the same. Wake up late. Procrastinate. Rush to get ready, board a bus. Go to school. And wait. I’ve never understood Why people are so heartless. People swearing and shouting and arguing at each other. I just walk down the halls, trying to block out all the sound. People ask me questions a lot. “Why don’t you talk? Can you even speak?” Yes I can, but it’s not like I don’t want to talk. I can’t, because there’s no point in it. You don’t know what it’s like to hate your own voice. To feel like you won’t be understood ‘Cause your voice is too soft and deep and quiet And you have a stupid lisp that impedes with everything. You don’t know what it’s like to have people talk about you. “He only talks to one person,” they say. It makes me feel like **** But nobody cares how I feel. Every day is the same. I try my best to hide my feelings. But sometimes things slip out When I don’t want them to. I cried once in class. Put my head down on the desk. After I was called a name by someone. After no one would let me sit down on the bus. I’m exhausted all the time. I don’t want to do anything. I just want to sleep all day. It’s not like I’ll do anything else with my time. I want to connect with people. Even if I don’t understand them. But it’s so difficult When you face roadblocks every day. Every day is the same. My mind races with thoughts “You’re going to ***** up. You’re an idiot. A loser.” “A worthless waste of space in this world.” “Don’t answer that question, he won’t hear you.” They tell me to speak up, but I can’t. It’s like something’s constricting me. It’s the anxiety, and all those stupid thoughts. I’m not happy anymore. I forgot the last time I was. Can’t do anything anymore. The spark I had is gone. It faded away with all my passions and desires. I don’t see the point in doing anything. Sometimes I think about the end. I know nobody would care if I’m gone. But then again, I can’t do that to her. Not when all I want is to spend time with my girl. I wish she was here. I wish we could talk. One day isn’t enough for everything I want to say. It’s irritating, frustrating, this distance is killing me. But I know it’s not her fault, and I’m not mad. If it wasn’t for her, I don’t know where I’d be. If it wasn’t for me, she wouldn’t be the person she is now. It’s amazing, how she’s able to survive with those parents of hers. While I’m just a speck in a vast void of nothingness. I hate them. I hate them so much. They call her names, they insult who she is. She’s just trying to be who she wants to be. Why would you try and strip that from her? She’s precious to me, can’t you see? I tried so hard to get you to understand. But you ignored it all, you never believed me. So I’m done trying. There’s no point. She’s the only one that makes me happy. When I’m around her, everything just fades away. My fears, my sorrow, my stupid thoughts. I wish I could be by her side forever. I miss her so much. It’s like my heart is breaking when we’re apart. I know, somehow, we’ll get through this. And it will all be worth it. Someday, I’ll be by your side. Someday, your lips will touch mine. I know one day, we’ll finally be together. And we’ll never be apart from that point on.
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Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 10:27 PM UTC
emptying my thoughts
Every day is the same. Wake up late. Procrastinate. Rush to get ready, board a bus. Go to school. And wait. I’ve never understood Why people are so heartless. People swearing and shouting and arguing at each other. I just walk down the halls, trying to block out all the sound. People ask me questions a lot. “Why don’t you talk? Can you even speak?” Yes I can, but it’s not like I don’t want to talk. I can’t, because there’s no point in it. You don’t know what it’s like to hate your own voice. To feel like you won’t be understood ‘Cause your voice is too soft and deep and quiet And you have a stupid lisp that impedes with everything. You don’t know what it’s like to have people talk about you. “He only talks to one person,” they say. It makes me feel like **** But nobody cares how I feel. Every day is the same. I try my best to hide my feelings. But sometimes things slip out When I don’t want them to. I cried once in class. Put my head down on the desk. After I was called a name by someone. After no one would let me sit down on the bus. I’m exhausted all the time. I don’t want to do anything. I just want to sleep all day. It’s not like I’ll do anything else with my time. I want to connect with people. Even if I don’t understand them. But it’s so difficult When you face roadblocks every day. Every day is the same. My mind races with thoughts “You’re going to ***** up. You’re an idiot. A loser.” “A worthless waste of space in this world.” “Don’t answer that question, he won’t hear you.” They tell me to speak up, but I can’t. It’s like something’s constricting me. It’s the anxiety, and all those stupid thoughts. I’m not happy anymore. I forgot the last time I was. Can’t do anything anymore. The spark I had is gone. It faded away with all my passions and desires. I don’t see the point in doing anything. Sometimes I think about the end. I know nobody would care if I’m gone. But then again, I can’t do that to her. Not when all I want is to spend time with my girl. I wish she was here. I wish we could talk. One day isn’t enough for everything I want to say. It’s irritating, frustrating, this distance is killing me. But I know it’s not her fault, and I’m not mad. If it wasn’t for her, I don’t know where I’d be. If it wasn’t for me, she wouldn’t be the person she is now. It’s amazing, how she’s able to survive with those parents of hers. While I’m just a speck in a vast void of nothingness. I hate them. I hate them so much. They call her names, they insult who she is. She’s just trying to be who she wants to be. Why would you try and strip that from her? She’s precious to me, can’t you see? I tried so hard to get you to understand. But you ignored it all, you never believed me. So I’m done trying. There’s no point. She’s the only one that makes me happy. When I’m around her, everything just fades away. My fears, my sorrow, my stupid thoughts. I wish I could be by her side forever. I miss her so much. It’s like my heart is breaking when we’re apart. I know, somehow, we’ll get through this. And it will all be worth it. Someday, I’ll be by your side. Someday, your lips will touch mine. I know one day, we’ll finally be together. And we’ll never be apart from that point on.
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Her hair has been shorn Her face cut and bruised Her flowing gown torn The beauty once in her eyes Faded Drone strikes Warrant less searches Roadblocks and pat downs Eaves dropping Secret eyes and ears Always listening Always watching Be careful what you do Or they may come after you Swat teams and armored cars Men clad in black Weapons at the ready Waiting to attack They have her now Imprisoned Cold shackles hold her hands Her breath is low and shallow Seems that death Is now at hand
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Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 12:58 PM UTC
Execution
Traffic jams in my mind I can't seem to get away Rush hour is every hour It feels like this everyday The green light won't turn red Crashes, roadblocks, so afraid Of those demon drivers in my head
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Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 8:30 PM UTC
Traffic
I grew up in a family Where there was more questions than outcomes. The pain numbing me for a change to come Learning from the gist of things. I still feel from all my learning I am not the brightest but far from dumb I am not going to fail my son Trials in traveling I am facing everything I am in need to become. They pray and they plot My soul will not rot I am going to the top Sit back and watch. Get in the way. Get dropped. Albums coming in stock. Stories will hit the block. Don't test me. I lost a lot. None of it's fake it's no mirage. Mirror me back, and blend in without camouflage I go hard as Smith You will get Rocked. I will steal my own life before you take all I got Nah I never stop. Never feared any op You over here looking lost. Fools think I'm soft. You just full of talk You wanna go with me? We gonna run through roadblocks. You ain't ready to walk Don't make yourself a mark. I'm silent as the dark. Quarrels with my absent counterpart. Obliterate. I am shattering your mind from a far. I burn with the shine of a star. I got the key for you if you lacking the heart. Reminder to my child make the moves that are smart! Real talk.
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Jul 27, 2022
Jul 27, 2022 at 4:38 AM UTC
Black Sheep Trials
Free falling; gone in an instant-- blink of an eyelash faster than lightning, flashing like brilliance Drilling holes into the psyche Astronomical; impeccable aim Breathtaking colors with patterns like kaleidoscopes the creativity blows the mind It's the morphine you can take without overdosing in pain and numbness It's the chase you can't escape if you wanted to but you won't even try It's the height of ecstasy and the awe of gratification Its pure and magnetizing invigoration When you prove what you set out to prove When you give it all, you have everything to lose The negative chatter fills the gaps of endurance and credence The silence of the aftermath, leaves a clear distinctive taste All the critics and the villains siphon air so you lose the ability to breathe There is a glimmer, a tiny microorganism still standing on two feet pushing forward Moving slow Falling sideways All, all alone Glowing, fueling, bursting...flooding roadblocks, causing traffic All the commotion is seeding havoc Like an artist left unknown...you will grow Flow and flower into a masterpiece And the free fall secures you high amongst the nebula There is no more spiraling downwards there is only a tiger lurking, always ready to pounce On their victims, on the goals you've set ahead Like a real winner always does, you finish first because you did your very best You're a tiger and you just earned you your stripes So leave the amateurs on their soap box discombobulated You're resilient, even savvy You're a vision to be reckoned with
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Sep 1, 2013
Sep 1, 2013 at 3:07 AM UTC
Float like a butterfly, pounce like a tiger
Free falling; gone in an instant-- blink of an eyelash faster than lightning, flashing like brilliance Drilling holes into the psyche Astronomical; impeccable aim Breathtaking colors with patterns like kaleidoscopes the creativity blows the mind It's the morphine you can take without overdosing in pain and numbness It's the chase you can't escape if you wanted to but you won't even try It's the height of ecstasy and the awe of gratification Its pure and magnetizing invigoration When you prove what you set out to prove When you give it all, you have everything to lose The negative chatter fills the gaps of endurance and credence The silence of the aftermath, leaves a clear distinctive taste All the critics and the villains siphon air so you lose the ability to breathe There is a glimmer, a tiny microorganism still standing on two feet pushing forward Moving slow Falling sideways All, all alone Glowing, fueling, bursting...flooding roadblocks, causing traffic All the commotion is seeding havoc Like an artist left unknown...you will grow Flow and flower into a masterpiece And the free fall secures you high amongst the nebula There is no more spiraling downwards there is only a tiger lurking, always ready to pounce On their victims, on the goals you've set ahead Like a real winner always does, you finish first because you did your very best You're a tiger and you just earned you your stripes So leave the amateurs on their soap box discombobulated You're resilient, even savvy You're a vision to be reckoned with
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Define myself I do not define myself by how many roadblocks have appeared in my path How many disappointments I’ve faced How long a relationship lasted How many times I’ve been knocked down Or how many times I’ve messed up I define myself by The courage I’ve found to forge new roads The forgiveness and faith I’ve found in myself to begin again How much I’ve loved and been willing to love again How many times I’ve struggled to my feet How many times I’ve tried to fix things Who I am has not been made Just by my pain or my past But also by my hope and my future.
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Dec 7, 2012
Dec 7, 2012 at 10:32 AM UTC
Define Myself
I've been searching for the source of these emotions Because jealousy and other things Are typically a result of your own perceptions And it took me awhile to figure it out I lost some blood along this unknown path But then I came upon the answers Because of something my best friend said And now it all makes sense I have always had a problem With investing too much of myself into love I begin identifying too strongly with the relationship And any roadblocks feel as though My entire universe is crashing before me And looking at this one here I've done the exact same thing When we were first together I told you I needed to continue working on myself In order to avoid giving you all of my energy And as soon as I stopped doing that I fell into old habits So it makes sense why I feel entirely crazy these days Why I can consciously recognize that You having another partner isn't the end of my world Because you still love me And I love you undyingly Yet I still had overwhelming negative cognitions That made me feel like dying And now I realize that In order to deal with these feelings I have to focus on me again Recognize that I need to improve myself For myself And then this will get easier Thankfully it already has Because I love you so much more When I'm taking care of myself Because instead of feeling like I have No real choice but to stay It now feels like a beautiful privilege And it truly is
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Mar 17, 2018
Mar 17, 2018 at 5:58 AM UTC
Changing Perspectives
i am a robot stuck behind all these roadblocks what came first? the road or the blocks i wish i didn’t give a **** i wish i understood what it was riddled with curiosity, plagued with confusion never understanding the extent of my emotion i am a robot i am a token i was made to be used made to be broken
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Dec 21, 2022
Dec 21, 2022 at 2:13 PM UTC
i am a robot
i apologise, i'm well aware it's illegal to use pictures of people without their permission, but your image wanders through my fantasies with no regard for roadblocks or boundaries, and frankly, i'm tired of throwing photographs away.
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Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 4:29 AM UTC
in this dark room
Unspoken Wisdom Speaks What has Integration taught the American ***** It taught the ***** how to struggle, scrap, and scrape, as well as, tries as he may, in order to provide for his family; in time hopefully, he determines in life this may if not always will be necessary What has Integration taught the American ***** It taught the ***** that society has a hefty, respect for a winner, yet it has a habit of closing as many doors as possible which limits the Negro’s ability to obtain this elusive and yes lofty goal in life What has Integration taught the American ***** It taught the ***** that society expects a certain amount of personal initiative yet it attempts to discourage the ***** at every corner by forcing them to focus on the obstacles and roadblocks rather than the strategy necessary to overcome the difficult tasks at hand What has Integration taught the American ***** It taught the ***** that it is possible to bootstrap your way to success, however, it fails to inform the ***** exactly where the bootstraps are kept What has Integration taught the American ***** It taught the ***** that the American dream can be accomplished by anyone who truly has a desire to obtain it; however, it fails to inform the ***** that the dream has various levels of reward and some are quite egregious What has Integration taught the American ***** It taught the ***** that failure is a natural course of life when one seeks to obtain a level of success; however, it failed to tell the ***** that the obstacles for some are not nearly as challenging as it is for others What has Integration taught the American ***** It taught the ***** that we are offered an entry level position and we should be grateful for this success and if we seek more; then the challenge of being accepted is added to the challenges of preparing for the next level What has Integration taught the American ***** It taught the ***** that mastering the skills of the next level can be a practice in futility if his behavior doesn’t fit in with what is considered the norm for American Negroes in the eyesight of greater society What has Integration taught the American ***** It taught the ***** that obtaining the goal is only a part of the battle; praise from, recognition by, and acceptance of your supposed peers is the next challenge What has Integration taught the American ***** It taught the ***** to try as he may and he may be granted entry, providing that he has honestly tried as he might (SMILE) What has Integration taught the American ***** On’ know Exclusively and Originally Written By Elvan
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May 19, 2019
May 19, 2019 at 10:43 AM UTC
Integration and the American *****
Unspoken Wisdom Speaks What has Integration taught the American ***** It taught the ***** how to struggle, scrap, and scrape, as well as, tries as he may, in order to provide for his family; in time hopefully, he determines in life this may if not always will be necessary What has Integration taught the American ***** It taught the ***** that society has a hefty, respect for a winner, yet it has a habit of closing as many doors as possible which limits the Negro’s ability to obtain this elusive and yes lofty goal in life What has Integration taught the American ***** It taught the ***** that society expects a certain amount of personal initiative yet it attempts to discourage the ***** at every corner by forcing them to focus on the obstacles and roadblocks rather than the strategy necessary to overcome the difficult tasks at hand What has Integration taught the American ***** It taught the ***** that it is possible to bootstrap your way to success, however, it fails to inform the ***** exactly where the bootstraps are kept What has Integration taught the American ***** It taught the ***** that the American dream can be accomplished by anyone who truly has a desire to obtain it; however, it fails to inform the ***** that the dream has various levels of reward and some are quite egregious What has Integration taught the American ***** It taught the ***** that failure is a natural course of life when one seeks to obtain a level of success; however, it failed to tell the ***** that the obstacles for some are not nearly as challenging as it is for others What has Integration taught the American ***** It taught the ***** that we are offered an entry level position and we should be grateful for this success and if we seek more; then the challenge of being accepted is added to the challenges of preparing for the next level What has Integration taught the American ***** It taught the ***** that mastering the skills of the next level can be a practice in futility if his behavior doesn’t fit in with what is considered the norm for American Negroes in the eyesight of greater society What has Integration taught the American ***** It taught the ***** that obtaining the goal is only a part of the battle; praise from, recognition by, and acceptance of your supposed peers is the next challenge What has Integration taught the American ***** It taught the ***** to try as he may and he may be granted entry, providing that he has honestly tried as he might (SMILE) What has Integration taught the American ***** On’ know Exclusively and Originally Written By Elvan
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What makes me your enemy is it the colour of my skin the clothing of my people or just the country I live in? You do not even know me don't know what I believe but you revel in my childrens death without leaving me to grieve You came to liberate us but you cant call this free we get stopped and searched at roadblocks by soldiers for your country I understand you are scared citizens of new Rome but that does not, give you the right to invade anothers home. Especially as your reasoning was a fabric made of lies is it really any wonder you're the ones we now despise? You and I are different, you have gotten that much right. You have a democratic system you can use to stop this fight. You can call upon your government citizens of new Rome to end this forced invasion and bring your soldiers home. For although we are quite different in how we look and how we speak Neither of us want to die there's common ground we seek We share a common wish for this war to end and cease So we can raise our children to live a dream of peace
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May 9, 2010
May 9, 2010 at 8:33 AM UTC
Citizens of new Rome
#*Sometimes I don’t do What I like doing most Held up Stuck Oh!! the mind blocks The blocks Which could have been building blocks But instead, they lay there as the roadblocks Traffic and Jams No, it’s not the sweet jam That you savour on a toasted bread Instead it’s roasting your head Everything comes to one big Halt The Mind blocks*#
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Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 4:41 PM UTC
Mind Blocks
I don’t know what you think you’ll find, Open your eyes but close your mind, What a waste to taste how it feels, But not eat anything real, Everything is so rotten and so stale, Living in a world of lullabies and fairy tales Darkness erupts from inside, The light helps it to hide, Teardrops can’t be cut by knives, Just an affirmation of being alive, You’re so cold and so pale, Living in a world of nightmares and fairy tales Always something to think about, Sinking deeper and no way out, A requisite that just feels so wrong, A puppet show and I don’t belong, I blow the wind and you set sail, Living a world of fantasy and fairy tales I see the beauty, I feel the pain, The cold of the sun, the heat of the rain, The pound of my words and my words in the thunder, Is what I have all in my head? I wander, I wonder, ponder all asunder, What I’ve said, paths misled, A dream that I can break and fail and try again, Or a world of fairy tales and make pretend Sell me the secret to be stuck like you, Tell me to forget and stick like glue, You don’t see but you’re content, I opened my eyes and I resent, Knocking holes in roadblocks and opening Pandora’s Box, Reset the clocks and the safety rails, Bring back the world that’s a fairy tale A puppet show and I don’t belong, I blow the wind and you set the sail, Living in a world of fantasy and fairy tales
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Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 5:44 PM UTC
Fairy tale world
They're setting up roadblocks, And throwing down spike strips, But I have a cargo that's gonna make it through! Ain't hauling apples, chickens, or farm equipment. I'm hauling one big honking load Of energy and innovation. Smokey's hot on my trail, And he wants to" barbecue my *** in mollases" But he ain't gonna stop me, I'm gonna smash through those barricades. I'm hauling a special load, Full of wisdom and knowledge. Passing car after car, campers and dump trucks, But none are hauling half the load I got. Intellectual assets weighing down my trailer, I blow through the weigh stations. Can't get anyone on the citizens band, All I got is static. So I keep on rolling down this lonesome road, Hauling this heavy load.
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Sep 1, 2012
Sep 1, 2012 at 7:02 PM UTC
Can A Fella Get A Convoy?
Constructing strength through perseverance, Developing a strong lifestyle dedicated to yourself. Building success out of enthusiastic purpose, Progression is on the right path to glory. Following a route to progress leads to victory, Battling all roadblocks that stand in the way. The fighter in you prevails due to determination, Striving to reach the goal of thriving results. Dreams can be satisfied by surviving hardships, Leading to a trail of a peaceful resolutions.
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Nov 20, 2016
Nov 20, 2016 at 10:57 AM UTC
Becoming Stronger by Determination
They have tried to conceal our love, they've thrown up roadblocks, and smokescreens to keep us from finding each other again, but yet we always do. Our love has its own radar. I can sense your heart beating, like an angelic drum through the haze, and I know you can always hear the love in my voice, even through the harsh foul static. Even when you cannot respond, I know you know my love is always glowing, like a lighthouse in the night. Guiding you back to my harbor of eternal affection, where my lips never tire of sounding the horn of our happiness. I have stumbled for women before, like a blind man descending stairs. But I never fell, until I tumbled head first into the bottomless pool of your beauty. The only waters in which I would gladly drown, have drowned, only to be rescued and resuscitated by your kisses.    Those who do not speak the language of our love, point their antennas our way, they intercept our transmissions, but their code books are missing the pages that explain how such emotion can be decoded. They only catch the grand communique, always missing the short, but ever so loving messages, that come in daily over the teletype of passion. Feverishly at this very moment, they wrack their brains wondering at the deeper context of our words, but their is no hidden meaning, behind the expression of affection. Love is its own context, and if they cannot translate it then they are the ones at fault, not us. We have our own frequencies, and wavelengths. Our Love shall always ring out in the darkness, even if we have to switch channels, It will be there, to comfort us, and relieve the ache of our longing. I already have enough in this world. Let them have the rest. All I need is our tiny daily broadcast, all I need is... Our love.
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Jun 5, 2012
Jun 5, 2012 at 7:20 AM UTC
Press The Squelch Button
They have tried to conceal our love, they've thrown up roadblocks, and smokescreens to keep us from finding each other again, but yet we always do. Our love has its own radar. I can sense your heart beating, like an angelic drum through the haze, and I know you can always hear the love in my voice, even through the harsh foul static. Even when you cannot respond, I know you know my love is always glowing, like a lighthouse in the night. Guiding you back to my harbor of eternal affection, where my lips never tire of sounding the horn of our happiness. I have stumbled for women before, like a blind man descending stairs. But I never fell, until I tumbled head first into the bottomless pool of your beauty. The only waters in which I would gladly drown, have drowned, only to be rescued and resuscitated by your kisses.    Those who do not speak the language of our love, point their antennas our way, they intercept our transmissions, but their code books are missing the pages that explain how such emotion can be decoded. They only catch the grand communique, always missing the short, but ever so loving messages, that come in daily over the teletype of passion. Feverishly at this very moment, they wrack their brains wondering at the deeper context of our words, but their is no hidden meaning, behind the expression of affection. Love is its own context, and if they cannot translate it then they are the ones at fault, not us. We have our own frequencies, and wavelengths. Our Love shall always ring out in the darkness, even if we have to switch channels, It will be there, to comfort us, and relieve the ache of our longing. I already have enough in this world. Let them have the rest. All I need is our tiny daily broadcast, all I need is... Our love.
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It’s amazing how fast you can change Your feelings, priorities can all re-arrange The pain that you felt is finally gone You feel like a king no longer a pawn The confidence you have allows you to shine You’re healing yourself with a new state of mind You can never allow to be brought down again No matter who tries… a spouse or a friend The power of attraction is in positive swing Compliments abounding without doing a thing That’s how I lived not so long ago Taking advantage as I continue to grow I can not be stopped by others who wrong Justify to yourself as I move along Cause I have no time for those anymore Who choose to live behind a closed door My world is open and I see a new life One that will prosper no worry or strife Roadblocks will surely eventually form I will go up and over or through like a storm With the strength I feel building deep in my soul There is no more worry I’m back in control It’s just for myself the control is for me That’s all I can do I finally see Joe Callari
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Dec 20, 2009
Dec 20, 2009 at 6:43 AM UTC
Control
All the roads, footpaths, and roughened trails of my beginnings Lead me to the map of your heart, that long buried treasure. I will trace words and phrases along the contours of your lips, And glide cautiously across the footbridge of your wanting. You will be stilled by the weight of my breath upon your brow, And you will know love at a pace that awakens you to your own preciousness.
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Feb 13, 2013
Feb 13, 2013 at 1:51 PM UTC
Removing Roadblocks
Beggars, I am asking for clarity inside our life journeys from spirits guidance. Mendicant I am toward Source taking steps to feel my inner self. To release tattered veil of forgetting so I know who I am. Beggars, I am toward Sprits guiding voice trying to grab hold of innocence to ride waves of love inside grace. Beggars, yes Beggars we all are divine and sacred, possessing magical sparks within. And once aligned in heart, highway opens with no roadblocks. Just endless possibilities to roam free in world of grand realities.
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Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 4:05 PM UTC
Beggars
I find myself in love with you    You have known it all along, as well We spent many naked hours together As you taught me to be confident    Secure, in who I am, in what I do In who I am with you and what I do to you. Having dreams of our sexuality, whatever that is Having dreams of desire   desire for the married, it's no "sin" Sin is just another three letters man has defined Defined with a meaning so great it's punishable Punishable by even death to some     And "die" is just another three letters Another three we let determine eternity Why, oh why, do we let the smallest words have the most and longest outcome? What have we done except create roadblocks Barriers from our own freedoms Like all the state lines I'd have to cross    To get to you To not be here, to not die alone. There's a three that is quite the opposite    You.         Her.          Me. I've never felt something so welcome Something so perfect Why it couldn't be, well, that's on me. But I need you again, Magic Healer Show me again how to be your lover   To love myself, again, too Love myself inside you...... Us.... Us Three.
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Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 2:04 PM UTC
The Three