"unblocked" poems
I wish you detox from drunken heights,
I’m jesus for today until my current shift ends
and the next one begins, after many nights,
in the garden centre of fallen south coast eden.
Shine shine shine
Light of mine
For now everything’s just fine
People’s faces glitter as I go by,
memories of sinless youth,
for my hands blind with nostalgia,
that my being resurrects.
The child Lazarus scurries past my side,
to his home with his future in his hands,
in my hands, cupped wide.
Shine shine shine
Light of mine
For now everything’s just fine
I can love the unfortunate,
for my fortune is golden.
Delivered in letters
from North, West, East.
My trinity circle who join me at my supper,
breaking the garlic bread and sipping the borello,
to top crab ravioli baptised in the stream of sauce.
Shine shine shine
Light of mine
For now everything’s just fine
The gates of heaven are open,
unblocked by the deaths of Keats, Shelley and Williams,
their souls not blocking the exit with an Underground Queue.
I give my blessings to
Livingstone and Charles Gordon
The one native he changed and the others’ sacrifice at Khartoum
Gained me my crown to modestly flaunt.
Shine shine shine
Light of mine
For now everything’s just fine
I float down the hall, to His Mighty Voice,
as my gold becomes a donation on the alter,
to gain the choral hymns of Mercury gilded rock gods
that will brighten my days
for now,
oh glorious moments.
Amen.
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 12:22 PM UTC
Candle Magick
A Poem by Corset
My Latina Coworker
sat across from my desk;
heartbroken that her lover
wanted to try again with his wife;
pulled out a brown paper sack
and asked me if I believed
in hummingbird candle magick,
and then proceeded to tell me
how to cast a love spell.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I told her I believed
in the power
of mind to shape her
universe.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Two days later she's snap
chatting her married lover
again, has been unblocked
and has now switched
to candles of **********
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My dog has diarrhea
and is blowing holes
through the walls of her
crate,
I must have lit the
wrong kind or color
of candles.
© 2015 Corset
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 11:20 PM UTC
Here comes the days of craving tasteless food
To dip biscuits in tea by your bed
Today I'm the exact opposite of a *****
Groans and hmms and spitting red
Oh, but wait, my nose unblocked
I breathe with both nostrils now
The movie I just watched totally rocked
I feel like sleeping again, but how?
Toss and turn, take a pill
Blowing my nose some more
Cough drops? No, I've got nil
**** my throat will stay sore
Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 2:24 AM UTC
**Hey Ranger Rick why don't you add this
one to the YipYap collection too**
You literally unblocked me
so you could add my nonpoem ''really part
3'' to your collection and
then blocked me again...?
Furthermore you say we're the bitter ones...
you're the one that keeps unblocking me
so you can comment on my poems
then blocking me back. Uh, stalking...? much
Didn't I tell you to stay off my page! ?
**Stalker: unwanted or obsessive attention by an individual or group toward another person. Stalking behaviors are related to harassment and intimidation and may include following the victim in person or >monitoring them.<
Cyber-Stalking: Cyberstalking is the use of the Internet or other electronic means to stalk or harass an individual, a group, or an organization. It may include >false accusations,< defamation, slander and libel. It may also include >monitoring, identity theft,<threats, vandalism & solicitation.**
.........................Ranger Rick Your are a Stalker, point blank.
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 1:41 PM UTC
Heart unblocked
Love freely
Mind unfastened
Think undeniably
Life unfurled
Live openly
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 5:02 PM UTC
I'm kind of embarrassed to relate
how utterly stupid my tendency
Something about myself I so hate
To give in to the selfish dependency
Of those who will take me for granted
Like a hamster in my wheel
Falling for charming words that are chanted
While ulterior motives are concealed.
Yes I confess I did it again
I caved to his needy whims
I unblocked the calls & gave in
But still only the surface this skims
It's all about the Benjamins, baby
to make him a happy man
or so I thought but it seems maybe
4 or 5 "Large" seems even more 'grand'
And yet I give without compulsion
no need to whimper or beseech
then immediately after i have that gut repulsion
that I'm being ****** like a leech
How do I put an end to this vicious cycle?
When will I learn that 'no' is an option too?
Can I reject the request without being spiteful?
Or do I just have to totally ignore you?
Any advice or counsel that can be offered
would be very welcome and appreciated
All suggestions shared will be proffered
If you can help me to have this problem alleviated.
Feb 28, 2013
Feb 28, 2013 at 10:12 PM UTC
Right off the top
Here are my thoughts
They are as fresh to me
As they are to you
They are revealing themselves to me
As I write them to you
So here it goes
The raw unspoken truth
I have fallen short in my days
Repeat offender, I have greatly sinned
I have suppressed my darkest secrets
Secrets that rot within
I have blamed others for my pain
Pain that I was owed by my friend Karma
Pain that I was built to endure
Pain that I wore like shiny, heavy armor
I fought and battled with depression
Depression that almost did me in
I fell out of love with myself
Fell into lust and sin
I gave my all to another being
Depleted and reduced myself to nothing
I gave myself to those undeserving
Confusing lusting with loving
I prided myself on my success
But never acknowledged my God given purpose
I refueled my emptiness with ***
You can touch me here, but my heart, can't touch this
But here I am at the cross roads
My soul torn between who I am
Who I want to be
And who I was meant to
Each path requires me to make decisions
Continue on towards destruction
Turn towards what I want and away from God's will
Or acknowledge my purpose and change my mental
I believe in this very moment I have decided
By acknowledging my faults
I am already working towards the better
For the world, I have published my truth
I am working towards redemption
Letter by letter
Now that we have arrived at my rebirth
Blessings upon me, God will bestow
For I have unblocked my energy and cleansed my soul
For through my poetic vessel, God's glory can now flow
May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 10:13 AM UTC
He claimed to harness energy, not found,
imagined, but not measured from the ground,
and from the positive of cells now known,
like energies our knowledge in has grown,
The energies, all positive, that flow,
so do, unblocked by furniture for show,
and by the absence of the negative,
slow-shooed by candle color, scent it gives,
This he believed and now more so believes,
unmeasured energy that comes and leaves,
is in all things and is all things in form,
for every form is energy in dorm,
and now he looks at everyone the same,
as patterned energies upon a plane.
(C)2013, Christos Rigakos
Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 1:55 AM UTC
My smile, my mask.
My life, my task.
My heart, a locked door,
Yet you'll know no more.
The door unlocked,
My troubled unblocked.
The smile not fake,
The mask falls to break.
Thank you for your love,
It's all I've dreamed of.
Aug 17, 2012
Aug 17, 2012 at 6:31 PM UTC
Why do we hide
Behind screens and devices
Confronting our problems
Like drones upon Isis
Dumping our waste
In a news-feeding sea
Then digging up dirt
On our best frenemy
Swipe right for love
If you tryna' hit
As you kindle the flame
And then hashtag it lit
Processing feelings
Like androids alone
Despite the reception
From every iPhone
So disconnected
Though closer than ever
To google chrome answers
All searching together
On profile pictures
You can judge a book
When the moral of this one
Is how do I look
Unfiltered facades
Of half-life expression
Selfie-absorbed
Anti-social obsession
Objective dimension
Of pretense inanimates'
Unblocked accounts
Of inactive inhabitants
Dwelling in shallows
Of in-depth distractions
Profiting off of
The Twitter war factions
Stop buying shares
Of the media Marxist
Still selling your souls
To emoticon artists
Mar 16, 2017
Mar 16, 2017 at 1:13 AM UTC
Can you see in
all that Light?
This body waits
to unblock it...
to see what it sees.
Light can only enjoin
Light metaphorically
speaking...more of
what sees, and less
of what does not.
Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 3:06 PM UTC
I said I wouldn't email.
I said I wouldn't call.
I said I wouldn't text.
No communication with you at all.
I disconnected from LinkedIn,
blocked you on Facebook too.
Unblocked you... then
blocked you again.
Read several self-help books.
Tried to drink the thoughts away.
Meditation, exercise, work and painting.
Anything to get through another day.
But no matter what I try,
you are always still near.
In my mind and my heart,
you are forever loved, I fear.
Dec 30, 2012
Dec 30, 2012 at 10:26 AM UTC
I unblocked you on Facebook
and I looked
My temperature rose
Not in a good way
I started to sweat
You make me so nervous
I don't want to see you again
Maybe you got another job
Maybe I'm wrong, and you don't cling there like a barnacle
But who am I kidding
You will be there again
Looking, a stare a bit too long,
Then, when I need you, absent
My goal is not to need you
You are my judge, only
You will decide my fate next year
I wish I liked you, but I don't
I never did, my mind played tricks on me
It always does
Can't go that route again
Thinking of you makes my skin crawl
It's blood being pulled away from the skin
Conserved, so when the Sabre Tooth Tiger strikes
there won't be so much blood
That's physiology, fight, flight, freeze or I don't know
All I know is, I don't want to see you again.
Jul 17, 2012
Jul 17, 2012 at 11:38 PM UTC
I am leaving
means
I am staying
and I hate you
translates
into I adore you
I will be fine
Is
I am so shaky
I am done
equals
I would continue
I do not care
hides
I care so much!
A wry smile
masks tears
A new lover
doesn't worth s...t
a blocked number
is being unblocked daily
a blocked heart
is unblocked and is ready to love
again
I am leaving
means I am forgiving
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 8:36 PM UTC
...and now you come to mention it
I know,
that most of what I write is shit,but
among the dross you'll find occasionally, a real gem
written by
me.
Feb 20, 2014
Feb 20, 2014 at 8:39 PM UTC
Exhaling
Grey grumbling
Storm clouds
You sit
So artistically
Arms and legs folded
You form beautiful human origami
With your elegant thinness
Paralleling paper
So enchanting I almost forget
You are not impervious to cancer
Nudging that thought to the back of my cortex
I allow myself to drift with the smoke
And tumbling out of your mouth
I drift onwards, upwards
Away
Lazily but surly
Step outside
This time when you exhale
It’s the air in your lungs
once again I cling to
Anything from you
Even something as empty as this air
So for a moment we’re frozen
Transfixed
Hanging without context
Sitting out in the cold
Things become clearer
You can see the product
Of working lungs
And unblocked trachea
Carbon monoxide
I call upon lessons and remember
This is also poisonous
And that some folks
Breathe fire to earn a living
Wonder if you could be the first
Greatly acclaimed poison breather
Feb 5, 2011
Feb 5, 2011 at 6:23 PM UTC
A ruffled heart, an unsettled soul
The Almighty's kept her off the dole
'Why are you silent, mighty Lord?
Assure me, the universe acts per your accord'
She sauntered slowly down the street
Smiling at her loved ones, keeping life's misgivings discreet
She could feel the pain gently seeping in,
A scathing body, and a dubiety-clenched heart within
Of lost love and dead men they talk
Her agony of vacillations is why then put in a dock?
‘Smile, my dear heart’, she cried
There ain’t no world for the dreary-eyed
As the achy moments turned into uncurious days
Like mayflowers, new truths radiated
In her anxious ears, He gently whispered
‘Told you so, my dearest; T’you I shall always give the best’
Her heart triumphed, as His misty aura slowly unblocked
And slowly she rejoiced with every new truth unlocked
On fresh green lawns, she now runs
Ahoy! See there - a fortress of faith and new spring suns
Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 11:12 PM UTC
A seed broke through the sky
springs up in my altar
and inside the coffin
personifying my numb skin
with the fluid still rolling deep
skyrocketing the clock hands
and winding the old spring toy
into unwanted motion
orbiting around the arms
of a poor grandmother,
needling the old hammer struck nails
into the thick ledge gliding down
like paper planes that I made
racing like pigeons on the tree tracks
taking note of the honking of the cars
and vehicles whose breath is taken in
by our already blood-filled, puffed lungs,
the clogged drains are unblocked
to let my friendship sail on the waves
of the boat with my hands on seek,
the tired soles of the shoes are worn out
sending a letter everyday now and then
whilst sitting in the mirror of colours.
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 10:19 AM UTC
I finally unblocked you on Facebook
Sounds childish to say at 22, but it was a big step
The only line of communication we've had
Dammed up like the hoover
Time, hard at work with his Pick Axe, finally broke through
And the raging warm water flushed my finger tips
Excited
Nervous
Angry
There he is
Unblock
Click
Scroll
Last Post: Dec 30, 2014
3 years ago
My Birthday, 3 years ago
The 3rd one he missed
He did manage to share a sports post
For a team I am positive he doesn't even like
I'm less than a sports team he doesn't even like
It's not so bad, really
I owe him a lot
Without him, I wouldn't be who I am today
Growing up without a father teaches you to wear shoulder-pads, and to check your gloves for holes
I know where to find the best prices on cleats specifically crafted to keep a heart from slipping when it goes through ****
I've become the epitome of masculinity
Numb without Novocain
Tear ducts run as dry at the Nile will, Circa 2095
Your impact to my ecosystem as devastating as throwaway plastic
Am I your throw away plastic?
Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 11:40 AM UTC
~
my view is blocked,
or so i thought,
yet mine unmitigated
unfiltered by another’s unseen hand.
i, the product of my joy, my pain;
the view is mine and in this frame
i often walk alone,
beside an ocean beach swept clean,
devoid of clutter,
anything distracting.
my view is mine;
no substitute for what i’ve learned,
my sight unblocked,
tis everything this life has earned!
so should i see life differently,
and should i not with you agree, then
do not think your view so different,
and do not think yours all to see.
leave me lie beside my pane,
and leave these eyes to find their gaze;
for i am not so unlike you,
my experience alone has changed
the way i see the joys of rain,
the way i hear the thunder’s glory;
of this i’m sure,
on this i’m certain,
you would share my point of view,
were you to live my story...
were you to feel my joy, my pain,
and should you gaze as long as i
for truth behind my curtain!
~
*post script.
her simple words... "did you block me" start a progression of thought. my simple answer, "apparently, but without intention." but the bigger answer lies in this life question, is it possible to block another's view? my simple answer... no. funny thow such honest words that she chose, start a chain, a train of progessing thought. i am glrateful she asked, for she may have broken the writer's block that along with time deficiency has kept me.from these favored halls. thank you, Sarah!*
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 10:21 AM UTC
Our favorite childhood game
was set to track #3
on Elvis's Lost Album,
Pops would press play
and Tony and I would close our eyes,
spinning around and around,
two tops twisting and turning
across our tiny den,
while Pops played
a more subtle game
of nudging us away
from sharp corners
and unblocked stairs,
while our closed eyes
robbed him
of the recognition
he always deserved.
Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 12:39 PM UTC
using writers block to an advantage
There’s restraint on the guide to this story.
The hand trembles to bring the pen to the paper.
This pen is usually the outside drifter trudging along the paper.
Today is not his day, for as he goes onward he is blocked.
The darkness strikes where the words usually appear.
How to bring himself out from this slump; he sits and ponders.
Wondering is it a slump, or a state of mind?
Could I stop this even if I tried?
What did I do to deserve?
What did I do to deserve that would take away my words?
The words that empty on to the notepad as a painters empty canvas.
Someone has stolen my words like that of a paintbrush.
No longer can I create a work of art.
No longer can I make the next wonder of the world.
When will I be able to create again?
I sit here thinking, wondering, and hoping that they will return like the lost dog.
The dog that always finds his way back; come back to me.
Come back to me my words so that I may once again be able to talk.
I am stuck in this hard place, I am blocked.
However will I set myself free; who will set me free?
To become unblocked is all I long for at the moment.
I desire to create with my words, unblocked, free as a hawk.
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 5:51 PM UTC
This love affair was never to be...
I can't love you...
I can't allow these tears to fall...
Because he would know I cry for you....
For us and what will never be...
We live as strangers... pretending not to know eachother..
I see you and her together and wonder if she knows I'm still around...
I'm unblocked and I wonder what you or her needed to see...
were you stalking me again?
You appear as someone I might know...
I'm not sure that I do anymore...
E.J.M.
Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 9:28 AM UTC
The world is too complex
to divide it into separate columns.
Crickets out the window
long long hair
wispy green leaves flying
and browning outside.
I drove up 23 north.
I drove between a smoldering dark cloud
I drove between lightening and I worried.
Behind me, the sky was purple and clear and golden
and exactly what it should be,
exactly what I needed it to be.
I was so unsure, all the time.
I know I care about symbols
and trying to articulate the beauty and meaning and sadness
in an inanimate object.
I know I care.
I won’t always be able to explain a rake
leaning against a pale blue garage.
But at least its there, for me to look at.
It remains unblocked by the sharp splinter in my eye.
The sun’s energy gave me a fair amount of
Vitamin D this summer.
It will stay stored up in my body.
I will recharge when the sun peaks out again.
When it is vaguely warm I will sit next to the river,
and recharge.
For now I use what I have
and listen to the bugs outside
and the occasional car.
All of my thoughts and feelings
are in the green leaves flying
and browning outside.
Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 1:47 PM UTC
The fullness my heart feels
The unspoken genuineness
The love human appeals
My chest spills endless
The joy of the admired
I reciprocated deeply
Smallest thing’s all that’s required
To make one truly happy
Having been longing for this
My brain was always clogged
But without any lack of his
My mind’s fully unblocked
For genuine love in me
Still lives deep down somewhere
To know there’s still a piece
My life’s restarting from there
Oct 17, 2022
Oct 17, 2022 at 7:47 PM UTC