"unblocking" poems
Electromagnetic Motion Ocean Of Pure Focal Emo-tion.
The Very Sound Of The Creators Verse And Rhythm In Loving Notion Pouring Through The Crystalline Endocrine Indoctrinated Shock Ra Of Shocking Unblocking Colorful Tones In Unmolested Focus And Definition.
To Flow Your Emo-tions Through Your Core And Manifest In Your Intended Notion All Without The Misidentified Horror Of The Wrongfully And Negatively Defined Emotions, One Finds That The Mere Act Of William Tell And That Apple Upon The Head Must Have Been One Hell Of An Interesting Interaction, Yet Instead Of The Reassuring Smiles And Calm Demeanor Of The Archer As They Lock Eyes, What Pray Tell You Think The Eyes Of The Archer Looked Like On That Very Frozen In Time Moment As He Released The Arrow To Guided Love Of Perfected Intent And Delivery Of Safe And Demanding Fortitude Of Action To Defeat All Possible Variable , As If To Need To Bend The Very Laws Of Nature If They Were To Cause An Number Of Odd And Unpredictable Events To Derail The Intent Of The Man Shooting The Apple Off The Head Of His Dear Child's Head, For Not A Bird May Pass Between, Not A Gust Of Wind Be Seen, Not An Earthquake Be Fabled To Accrue, Not A Single Action But The Undeterred Focus Of Absolute Might In Will, His Fee Will In Flight. What Might His Eyes Be Relaying In That Frozen Moment? Reassurance, Pity, Fear, Confidence, Or The Electric Fire Of Electromagnetic Motion Ocean Of Pure Focal Emo-tion To Get The **** Thing Done And Without Foolish ******** Reactions To The Real And True Focus Of Emotion, And Pray Tell, What If The Child Mistook This Look In A Moments Notice And Flinched Out Of Concern That The Father Was Angry With Him? Or Is It Best To Realize The Real Importance Of This Story As It Is The Trust In The Definitions Of Intended Focus And Not Of Simple Trust.? ,... Yes, Intended Focus Of Emotions Being Trusted As True And Not Negative In Nature, Dear Friend, Yes. So Let Your Soul Be Your Pilot, Let The Flow Of Emotion Be Free And Not Dictated By The Restraints Of Control And Be Seen And Used In Negative Ways, For These Are The Crimes Against All Mankind And The Bigger Part Of Why Spoken Word Is The Very Spell That Binds The Psyche, For The Focus Of Or The Lack Of Focus Of Emotions True Meaning And Purpose Is The Crime Against All Life Indeed. Live Free And Pilot This Love Ship Successfully By No Longer Defining Self By The Ways And Means That Have Caused Us To Fear Our Own Power To Move Mountains, And Kept Us All Mustard Seeds When We Are Truly Far More Than You Can Believe. Feel Free, Yes, By All Means Feel Free.
Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 2:37 PM 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
i cannot seem to write anymore.
gone, the days of furious penning
that delivered a trail of thoughts
to your door.
now, my inkwell is full of air
and dried crumbly scrapings
of purple berried residue.
and this paper? yellowed onion-skinned
husk of memory, too flimsy to withstand
the heavy strokes of my pen.
no, i cannot seem to write anymore.
here, thought floats through my head.
i play ****** and grab, clutch at nothing.
swimming, swimming words,
a wispy film before my eyes.
Nov 17, 2011
Nov 17, 2011 at 10:45 AM UTC
I don't know where I'm coming from,
feeling this feeling of wanting you.
I don't know why I kept on bugging myself and asking myself how are you even if we both know that you're with someone else now.
Why I kept on blocking then unblocking you over and over again,
why am I still in love with you.
Maybe because,
yes, I am still into you,
even if you're no longer with me.
and it feels like a happy new year during grieving days.
happy holidays on your wedding day.
and it feels like,
oh God, please.
Give me more strength to fight all the pain that caused me to hate myself more for being not enough.
hating myself for not fighting,
hating myself for letting you to just go,
leave with no words,
leave with no nothing,
hating myself cause I kept on blaming myself and
asking myself, why
why all these things happen
and all the answer leads me to go back to you,
and simply reminding myself,
"You've loved him more than what you can give and you left nothing for yourself so don't ask why".
You are enough,
but he didn't bother appreciating you for who you are
and it's ok.
Honey, it's ok,
you can still be who you are,
Love anyone you want
and let Love destroy you
and mold you over and over again.
Let love be the answer to all your hates,
to all you're anxiety,
and to all your hopes, dreams, and your future.
Let love in and let her do the job for you.
Let love in.
**
Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 12:00 AM UTC
I do stupid things when I wake up at night
Like unblocking you on Facebook.
Now I have to wait 48 hours before I can hide again...
And 48 hours may not seem like much.
But it's actually a lot.
Especially considering the strings you used to pull in my heart.
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 6:24 AM UTC
Indigo child
The illuminating Full Moon
shone too brightly on me
that first night, smudge stick
in hand, I set fire to sage
spreading wafts of smoke
unblocking a channel
choked from God
Enlightenment brought forth,
by shadows the moon cast
a harmonious stillness
the only sound,
a deep residing -
Ommmmmm
An echo forms in my chest
the grounding element of
a simple mantra
teaching me lessons of
how I am a
Child of the Universe...
Within me, sits
the moon & all the stars
&, at peace I find myself
Aham Brahmasmi
Namasté
© Sia Jane
Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 8:24 PM UTC
Freeing my life force
unblocking meridians
energy balanced
Jan 21, 2014
Jan 21, 2014 at 12:27 PM UTC
Two days is a long time to have you back in my
digital life, and I don't know if unblocking you
is even worth it.
Because I'll be too scared to look at who
you've become, but I know you'll see my
existence in it's entirety.
I'm afraid of you, love.
I'm afraid of your love.
I'm afraid of love.
I'm afraid.
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 8:37 PM UTC
I can't really rhyme very well,
or write.
so... apologies.
[verse 1]
finally asking for some help
and swallowing my pride
friends won’t listen to me
and I’m stabbed in my backside
scared of my own shadow
and watching my every move
giving it my all despite
knowing you’ll disapprove
there it is again,
that funny feeling. that funny feeling.
there it is again,
that funny feeling. that funny feeling.
[verse 2]
writing my own hero
that I thought I’d always need.
giving him the deepest,
darkest flaws inside of me.
broken hearts and promises,
makeshift therapy.
run into burning buildings
always voluntarily
working from dawn to dusk,
told secrets I cannot keep,
work always follows me home
so I cry myself to sleep.
writing to escape this ****** reality
while I sit in silence
and question my sexuality
there it is again,
that funny feeling. that funny feeling.
there it is again,
that funny feeling. that funny feeling.
[verse 3]
sleepless nights, stick & pokes
unblocking my ex
bloodshot eyes, fake smiles,
fill the void with meaningless ***
always stopped when I said no,
but never heard a yes.
stepped outside to call his wife;
left me a crying mess.
total disassociation
lie, say that I’m fine.
googling ptsd
but denying what I find.
exploited daddy issues,
making myself small.
the silent contemplation
of ending it all.
there it is again,
that funny feeling. that funny feeling.
there it is again,
that funny feeling. that funny feeling.
hey, what can you say?
we were overdue.
but it’ll be over soon.
just wait.
ba-da-da, ba-da-da, ba-da-da-da-da-da-da
Jan 1, 2022
Jan 1, 2022 at 11:52 PM UTC
The negativity tries to show it's ugly head,
the hatred swells up inside.
Wishing chaos would go away,
lugging around the contempt in my mind.
Neglecting what is right,
disregarding what is true.
Hoping light will dance within,
and rescue the soul from the abyss.
Image a furnace in your mind,
hot coals full of peace.
Put the emotions of negativity in there,
once and for all get rid of the disease.
Unblocking the hatred inside,
the thoughts are now at ease.
Channeling goodness in my mind,
once and for all get rid of the disease.
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 12:10 PM UTC
'brickin it'
but
still in the thick of it
getting sick of it
time
to go fishin'.
Mississippi.
it's
Tom and I because
Tom always gets top billing
but
I'm willing to bet
he'd swop.
Sunday
rode in on a white horse
pale and drawn
before dawn,
dismounted
counted the hours
until dusk.
Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 4:12 AM UTC