"unchain" poems
The mad king is dead
The cruel king has passed away
Stand for the new queen
The merciful and mighty queen
" My people a new beginning awaits us
No more suffering
No more hunger
I will unchain the slaves
I will feed the poor
I will rule the kingdom with wisdom and justice
I will hang the murderers
I will imprison the thieves
I will chop the **** of every *****
The king wasted our money and fortune
Sold out our fields and women to the enemy
But we will take back what is ours
With fire and blood if needed
But now bring the food and play the music!!
Let's party!!
And **** the king"
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 8:58 AM UTC
Fare thee well by islets of time,
Beauteous blooms of fragrance; of thyme.
Gliding symphonies beckons thine eye,
Gentle minds float toward sky high.
O cues sung by the siren, allure!
Once, fusion of reason borne pillar.
Twice ponder, may our paths entwine,
Thrice to act, unlike the tranquil Seine.
Like angelic enigmas par Euler,
Soar upon the painted auric frontier.
Air fresh: an ebullient morning dew,
Wisdom: moisture for the thirsty few.
By spring fountain, if thou art inclined,
Bright sparrow among the bovine herd.
Lo, argent quarry of dust- liquid guile,
Behold, product beyond thunder- gale.
Scents of lavender assail thy sleep,
Euphoric dreams, we welcome with glee!
Sleepy horizons, a glorious dawn,
Morning filled with a trillion suns.
Some time, some day: travel the stars,
Mortal shackles unchain my awful maw.
Pupil of Aristotle, Darwin, and Vinci,
There lies truth; a transient hierarchy...
Aug 28, 2010
Aug 28, 2010 at 5:18 AM UTC
.
•unchain me from unrest•
shovel me out of the dirt•
une- arth
my conge- sted chest•
let my secrets blurt•
let them
spill.....•
just for
the wor-
ld to see
•..string
me up...
..against
my will
•harvest
the fruits
of the bi-
tter tree•
let eyes
see what
will show
•...let feet
be caught
in stubbo-
rn mud...•
let prying minds be baffled.....by
what they would come to know
•...let wanting hearts choke...on
the dirges of my stale blood....•
now dig me up quickly•'cause
it's been far too long..... and i
have been readied•exhume
all of me completely•for
no longer should i
remain as........
buried•
.
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 7:36 AM UTC
To my heart I write these words,
Spare me from my sickness,
Unchain me from my shackles.
I walk only because I must,
Not yet for myself.
There are good days,
There are bad.
It's sad to see myself in such a state,
When my efforts reap little reward.
Today, once again, I find myself asking why,
Why?
Who knows.
I do my best to restrain myself from my own fires,
And still they burn,
But not as the flames in your candle, no.
They burn with a searing, slow, and silent heat.
My stomach churns at the thought of this lasting forever.
Reprieve me of my prisonous mind.
I would love to love myself, and yet I try,
And yet I falter.
Why do I hold myself to such perfectious standard?
I bear the standard of the anxious and depressed, meanwhile no one knows how to listen for the silent cries that even I speak unawares.
I tear my own heart asunder, but why?
The silent disease with no cure.
The infection that cannot be understood due to its silence.
So how are we to solve this puzzle?
Where none of the pieces fit?
Solve the riddle unspoken.
~Robert van Lingen
Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 6:45 PM UTC
Witches are immortal, & we're starting to see
You may have burned the bodies
But the spirits they fled free
Witches are ethereal, & we're starting to feel
Ashes may have fallen
But they nurtured seeds you plowed from fields
Witches, we're alive
and we're dressed in gleamed skin
Our eyes pierce through bones
And our hearts never wear thin
We'll push you to the edge
until you turn into your highest form
The weak fear us because they know through us humanity transforms
We call, witches arise
And climb up the holes
It's time to bless the soil and unchain the shackled souls
With words, we unfurl magic
With truths, we unveil strengths
With power so infinite
It lives ever; it is shared.
Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 1:28 AM UTC
wednesday ..
is faded black jeans/old white tank (too big) (hole from belt buckle centre front)
glass of water stuck into the rings left by past week's mugs of beer
sitting by the ashtray. and you are better than a nip of rye in the truck cab heading to work.
the dust in my lungs (wide open saskatchewan fields)
is not as important as watching the clouds stain purple with the sunrise
patting two gorgeous farm dogs who run over from behind a silo turned to bronze in the light
(there is an angel laying naked in the wheat grain)
to nip playfully at my calves while i unchain the derrick,
somewhere in my mind's recess it feels like i am loosing atlas from his *******
tho i do not register the thought until later upon waking from a nap.
saturday // 1:15:44 pm
i am in only briefs now working on a song/i clocked 4
hrs greasing truck 1117 this morning and
hauling pallets.
daylene from dispatch brought in donuts.
i'll spend the afternoon listening to kanye and talking to women online.
—there are no girls in estevan. i have (kind of) looked.
sometimes i believe this to be pathetic but then i think further ahead
and it's not so bad.
you do really meet some nice girls. phone is replete with their numbers &
they keep me company on long rides to and from leases,
asking about work. hoping that i am well.
(once back home by christmas account will be deleted and i can
take them out at my leisure. you'll understand i hope that i am not
a desperate man. but one has to work with that which he has.
would you rather i go lonely? make my home in the mud to croon hank williams to crows?)
(temporality.)
15/10/2012
there are now three beer cans on the carpet & one on the washing machine by the
bathroom door which i will drink in the shower.
it was sort of a long day.
Oct 15, 2012
Oct 15, 2012 at 3:09 PM UTC
Now is the time to cut your hair short
play in the snow even if you'll get cold feet
Listen to live music
even if it’s bad music
because any art can make you fall in love with its creator
even if it only lasts two minutes.
Now is the time to become attached to people
even if they aren’t perfect for you
and unchain yourself from people
even if they are perfect for you
Because it is time for tomorrows
for realizing your hips and knees crack for a reason
for leaping off the giant’s shoulder
for running fast even though you’ll tire
for climbing to the top of the mountain
so you can see the stars
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 5:56 AM UTC
The piano resounds, flooding us over with the mood
Counting headlights on the highway, take me away
It's a moon eclipsed, and my newfound flame, I guess you're lucky
that it's dark now
Sometimes this has a hot sweet taste;your breath’s hot and gross, but I kiss you like a lover. We're dancing in a world alone - if I unchain my soul, you can never let me go
I sink into you like water, be gentle with me have patience with me
we sink like a stone in your honey ~ just beware the bees
Heaven is in your eyes, and you hold me hard in the white light
We love like star-crossed lovers, with blind eyes, and when you call me beautiful all four flash with joy
Call it what you want, but we both know that everything is eventual
I'd like it if you stayed, but is it better to speak or die?
Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 10:01 PM UTC
i.
do you ever think
that maybe the sun
gets sick
of smiling
down at strangers
in an audience
that
never
even
bothers
to look
up?
and yet still, each morning
the spectacle continues to rise
shining, singing
to deaf ears
blind minds—
silent applause.
ii.
i feel the wind's breath
creeping up my spine
and can't help but wonder
if maybe the only reason
he whistles is to be heard.
maybe
the wind is just as lonely
as the next passer-by
he tries to hug
but gets lost in translation:
soft skin kisses
transform into blows
this power
he cannot control—
he calls it
love.
but others only ever see
destruction.
and maybe now they
both mean the same thing anyway.
iii.
perhaps trees
only sway
as an attempt
to unchain themselves
from the roots that
shackle them to the ground
confined by the soil
that anchors them
to a cage
they're convinced
is called
"home."
they say
every tree
has a story to be told:
the squirrel
who hollowed out its heart
and made a life out of
the rotting rings inside;
dead voices
carved into peeling skin
arms outstretched
only ever greeted by air
and the occasional bird
that comes to sit
on a broken-boned bridge
that once led to somewhere.
it's true.
every tree
does have a story
to be told
and if a tree falls in a forest
and someone is around to hear it,
it does make a sound.
but the real question
is would anyone
be listening
anyway?
iv.
i think
in a way
humans
can be a lot like nature too.
Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 5:03 PM UTC
Transform-Adapt-Change
Transform-Understand-Comprehend
Transform-Assimilate-Shift
Transform-Think-Create
Transform-Animate-Live
Transform-See-Unchain
Transform-Make-remix
Transform-Relate-Connect
Transform-Intellect-Mindset
Transform-Rethink-Survive
Transform-Unfetter-Give
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 3:56 PM UTC
Innocent child
Spark denied
Hardly strived a final strife
Justice died
Mother cried
As hazard tried to save his live
Innocence-spilling massacre
Infant weeping
Held by his dying mother
Suddenly sleeping
Desperately leaving
This world to another
A masterpiece of insanity
A disgrace to humanity
Manipulated politicians
Manipulating ignorants
Discriminating religions
Yet same God is worshiped
Same peaceful visions
Yet all drown in hate
and proudly claim
to be believers
Yet **** in His name
like proud imbeciles
for inhuman leaders
Go read your holy books
Absorb the essence of charity
Accept we're all the same
Refuse the tyranny
Color your brainwashed minds
with stains of compassion
Break the political system
Overshadowing your freedom
Don't let their shams
Carve your misery
Unveil Insanity
Unchain Humanity
~Epic Monkey
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 12:58 PM UTC
come wash your sin with me,
i am a flightless soul covered in gossamer
i am love in the form of locks
you cannot unchain with bared teeth
and bare skin and the blade
of the twisted dagger strapped against your thigh
i adore your spirit but i do not
adore you. i am a capricious madness
drink me to excess if you so wish
me to be—a cold chestful of chemical smoke
a sink full of the remnants of
an unborn child, eject me
i am unwanted, i am a wanted hallelujah
with a swollen-gum smile in every
lithographed dead or alive poster, please save me
please buy black water lilies
for my funeral the priest won’t attend
please let the worms make homes out of my
gaping throat, and i shall whisper unto
you. one last time. it will be done
unto your will without wisdom
i am corruption in the form of conscience
i am the riptide washing away your firstborn son
with the taste of ****** verona.
Jan 23, 2022
Jan 23, 2022 at 5:01 PM UTC
We’ve accomplished grace
In the eternal august night
To unchain a soul that is contrite
Her soft touch gave men a pleasurable fright
She made me endless dry nights
With a twist of the forthright sunrise.
I’m wondering
I’m wandering
In your vast spacious eyes
I’ll find exile in your fragrant dream
I’ll watch your promises steam
In the waning night
I felt the lunging freedom by the touch of your hand
To the glimmering dusk
We’ve failed to alternate
To the passing bliss
We reasserted
To your musky perfume
Angels tried to elaborate
Frozen words of wonder you maimed
A love hitherto acclaimed
Wintertime is upon us
Memorabilia
Worn dour faces
Grazed by memories
Wintertime is upon us
Lenient breaths
Defying the freezing weather
Like white cotton bursting into the air
Numbed fingertips
And cold lips
Winter was the season of you heart
Winter became the season of my life
Now loneliness is my last supper
The ice for my heart will scupper
I’m alone amidst the feral waves of sobbing
And my heart is drunk with its salt
The crescendo will exalt
Now I must repent
For the placid lament
Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 5:49 PM UTC
i feel broken, used
like a pawn in the game of chess—when i know im worthy of a Queen
there's nothing to hold onto anymore, no wind in the door
i grasp the impossible, fight for the unseen
what is "real" isn't quite what it's made out to be
i close my eyes and wish for more—
all the hopes and dreams that have been forgotten
i stumble into rocks and stormy weather, one step closer everyday;
past depravity, sheer boredom—into bliss
pure j o y
the time will come, when my people open their eyes & unchain their hearts
their world will be exposed, and they will truly KNOW
everything is a lie!
hold onto something, just believe
a glimmer in the dark of the night
see past the façade
you're locked in a cage
trapped, forgotten
set yourself free..
live in love, in harmony
unite with your brethren! share your soul!
expose yourself for who you are:
a blessed being—a child of the universe
every star, your sister; every leaf your friend;
every person a drop of a water—
falling, floating, waiting
evaporating
endlessly
savor every breath.. taste every breeze
laugh at every closed door and know it's just as easy to break thru it than move on
acceptance is key
ride the currant, don't fight the tide, for it will defeat you;
it is steady, unchangeable
it will break you down
hold onto the moment—it is the only one you'll ever have
let your stomach drop, your heart sink, your toes curl
for there will be a day when your stomach curls,
your heart drops
and your toes sink into their destiny.....
fly high and never look down!
catch every breath, rest in every cloud
SOAR
listen to the emptiness; there's no repeat button
kiss your troubles away
know the path by which you have arrived!
there are thousands of forks in the road, which will you choose..?
i've counted the days, minutes, seconds into oblivion
why observe what can't be controlled?
find yourself in your aspirations
you will meet there, in the sands of time, your peace
hold onto clarity ♥
Jul 6, 2012
Jul 6, 2012 at 12:45 AM UTC
I'll miss the day we were crawling down main-street at 4 a.m
after we slept in the guest house and danced to CCR.
Tossing our beer cans in the neighbor's trash,
and singing with every molecule of our bodies
at the passing train
that deafened us from 20 feet away.
We ran wild beneath the overpass,
climbing the engines lying dormant on the tracks,
pretending we could fuel them up
ride across the nation in a rusted box car
write our names between the colors of illegible graffiti
and shout against the wind as we rolled through the hills.
And what a shame we didn't chase that passing train the way we could have.
What a shame we didn't let it carry us away
with nothing but our flannel jackets
and cut off shorts,
the lighter in my pocket,
and the thirst for a nice adventure.
We sauntered back to the diner,
exhausted by the scenery and faces,
our buzzes vanishing to the neon signs
of bars, seven bars on one street,
and the smell of coffee
as the elderly hobbled in with the morning paper
clutched between arthritic fingers.
Tomorrow, and everyday after,
a train will pass through town at 4:45 a.m.
and I can hop on the caboose any day I desire.
Each birthday slithers by,
flicking it's tongue in my direction,
tasting my youth.
And I glance again at the disintegrating old man
sitting alone in the window booth
wearing the face of a jailed old bird
with clipped wings and the grievous expression
of an ***** gent.
He would pass one day,
leaving a dusty, crumbling shanty to his children,
a box of crinkled newspaper clippings full of obituaries,
and an empty seat in the booth by the window,
where someday I will collapse in the a.m.
take my coffee black
and cut my husband's name from the paper,
wishing I was on that train
shedding this loose blotchy skin
for the rough hands I had
the day I chased the engine to the edge of town
and regretted the moment
that I turned around
and came home.
Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 5:44 AM UTC
Why do we treat each other this way?
Feels like our words are only a chain . . .
Sister-chained
why do you
treat me this way?
Sister-chained
How do I
get you to change?
Sister-chained
why oh why?
Oh why, even today,
I'm sister-chained?
Noth-ing but pain,
Born to be sisters except for this pain,
That pain, the words, pain it remains. . .
Sister-chained
conflict between us al-ways remains,
conflict between us remains.
Sister-chained
unchain your hearts for love.
Oh woe,
Sister-chained
How do I
get you to change?
unchain your hearts for love.
Oh woe,
Oh woe. . .
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 11:27 PM UTC
Veterans of war show off their scars
Telling their frightening tales of battle
The say " right here, in this very spot
Is where the age old bullet was shot"
But what about the others
The girls with troubling pasts
That haunt their every hour
They sit in the corner clad in black their expressions turned sour
And when the pieces of themselves
Come some what back together
Like the veterans they have scars
Only its from their emotional wars
To the eye their perfect plain and pretty
Another person in the crowd
Another nameless happy soul
No sees, no one helps, there is no one to console
Alone they fight their treacherous battle
Friendships lost, loved ones gone
And when it's done the world goes on
To as if nothing was ever wrong
And if that one is found alone
Crying in the corner
They all question what's the matter
Since scarless is her stature
No one questions
No one helps
She has nothing physical to show
Yet there are scars, only emotional, you know
No bandaid can fix the heart break
And the world doesn't know how
To unchain her from the repeating past
And forever it seems this will last
Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 12:41 AM UTC
One more sleepless night,
Another timeless darkness,
closing in on me.
Flames consume my eyes,
The burning will never stop,
Please, oh, please, take me.
Let the devils in,
Give them shelter and some tea;
Hospitality.
Now, now, let me sleep,
please, I've been good to you all,
Unchain me, devils!
Aug 2, 2012
Aug 2, 2012 at 8:13 AM UTC
© 2009 (Jim Sularz)
In a strange land, in a far-off sea, ships set sail to scar man and earth.
When diplomacy fails, shattering hopes for peace, hate propels war’s unwanted birth.
Months and years of mock exercise and drills to check complete.
To prepare for a war that may never come, but is born when tyranny’s unleashed.
On that tearful day when soldiers called, break formation to say goodbye.
Children rush out to clutch soldier’s legs, tremble, and start to cry.
But soldiers know, they have to go, to keep play soldiers safe.
From yet another tyranny, in yet, another place.
On embattled shores where fallen foes and heroes fiercely fight.
The battle ground will be sanctified by those who die that night.
Through the grime, and with sweat, and with blood, and with tears.
Through the horror of war, many frozen with fear.
From battle to battle, fighting shore to shore.
Nothing escapes from the hands of war.
Men killing men with all of their might.
Unchain a bomb with a blinding light.
When a long, brutal war finally ends - claiming it’s broken and countless dead.
The boys that charged as a spirited godsend - return dazed, war hardened, iron men.
And when some soldiers come home, they’re never quite the same.
Because their silent war rages on, every night and every day.
On Veteran’s day with the cheering crowds and the waving flags.
They celebrate the soldier’s sacrifice in a very special way.
But a soldier’s mind is just a flash away.
To a place called Hell where they died that day.
Now, with the soldiers worn and their bodies bent.
A once embattled foe has become a friend.
And when the day comes, to blow the final taps for all.
The old units will be lined up and ready - for the last roll call.
Jun 10, 2012
Jun 10, 2012 at 5:34 PM UTC
Drop all inhibitions
Let your imaginations fly
Unchain from doubt
That makes you stationary
Soul is all pervasive
And let it be your guide
Venturing new avenues
Take the boulevard to freedom
When you will meet yourself
To reveal and expose the truth
When, the null will surround you
Cocooning you into the infinite
Forever, bliss will kiss your soul
© Amitav (Radiance)
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 2:08 PM UTC
Step one starts with forgetting/
you begin by tearing
yourself from the skin they took home in,
disconnecting your arms from their seams,
eating their hearts
and hoping that they forget you,
too
Step two means burning all
ties,
dissolving each memory like the pills
your mother took at breakfast,
how could you have let this happen?
so you pull
their
veins from yours and
untangle what they gave you,
choke down a penny
and hope
that they don't think of
you
Step three is the
detox,
cut yourself open and scrub yourself
shiny:::
unchain your wrists from that dinner table
and hope that his nightlight doesn't bleed
through
that
doorway,
orange was never a pretty color
anyway
Step four is the hardest,
.
when you take a knife to your palm,
and make slits down to your wrist,
when you ignore the beck and call
of memories you forgot you had,
people you realize never cared,
so you take
a drink for those you know you've
long forgotten,
and come clean
to three different people, all the
same and hope the next girl
doesn't know step one....
it never seemed to hurt when you
played it all out in your head.
Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 12:59 PM UTC
Unchain me please
as I've never been this baffled
by the fact that these
3 simple words
could turn my life into
a living wreck.
Promises were made
Hearts were crossed
Pinky promises, we once did
but none of them lasted
as time traveled faster
than it seemed to be
Memories took hold of me
The way you handled me with care
The way you touched me gently
The way you held me like
a delicate little bird.
You never complained when
I cried over the simplest of things
and yet you held me tightly
and said "it'll all be okay"
What changed us?
Distance mocked us harder
Time envied us
and so
we went our separate ways.
Never to be seen again
Never to be heard again
Vanished as light went away
When darkness arises
Oct 16, 2013
Oct 16, 2013 at 5:24 AM UTC
I guess you didn’t know
That I have a lost and uncomfortable soul.
She screams and shouts to overcome the pain
But without uttering a word because fear is in reign.
Is it all in my head?
Another discerning dread that she feared and left unsaid.
How did I get here?
This black funnel and clouded sphere have her trapped inside with no hope to adhere.
Like an impending doom forever encompassing everything she’d once dreamed
All the things that used to be will now never be—at least that’s how it seems.
Not knowing what to feel or how to bestow her love
All hope for that was ruined with the very first shove.
How does one proclaim the truths of their heart?
If everything they’ve ever loved always seems to get ripped apart?
Forever afraid of the what-ifs and of the worst
All because of that stupid ******* **** who immersed.
Thrusting all of her hopes and dreams into the chasm of perception
What used to make sense has now seemed to be blackened.
Happiness used to prevail inevitably, or it at least seemed attainable
But can now only be hastily found with the help of an Rx bottle.
From afar her eyes sparkle and shine like the rarest of diamonds
Cerulean blue like the water surrounding the tropical islands.
If she refuses to let you in, you’d never believe she was so sad
But even the waters of paradise conceal desolate bad.
He’s sent her on a spiraling staircase slowly down to hell
Forced to suffer one small step at a time, while he upwardly propels.
I guess you didn’t know
That I had a story to tell.
I guess you didn’t know
That my soul is not well.
I guess you didn’t know
That I have been enduring hell.
I guess you didn’t know
Because I’m trapped in a distorted and torturous shell
Desperate to find the one who holds the key to unchain me & cast away this spell.
Jan 25, 2013
Jan 25, 2013 at 8:53 PM UTC
I have never wanted to believe in anything [you] so desperately.
I was clinging on to it, like it was the only way to breathe; only way to be free, imprisoning me from the suffocating society norms–
Waking up on the coarse sheets, smelling like roses and whiskey, your scars brushing my freckled delicately folded arms bathing in the morning rays,
Then your shadows trailed up, destroying every ounce of love you might have felt, why are you letting them drug you into never escaping this lonely eternity?
You were the prayer; you were the reason, was I ever enough?
I know believing in you is like asking for a car crash, but if it’s you then I want to bleed,
And taint every inch of your skin in my blood,
And mould every bone of our bodies into one and call you mine.
I want to hurt like that, like falling from the empire state, lungs choked and crashing into blindness, with ever tendon and capillary unidentifiable in the mess that’s been created
I want to breathe like that, like fire breathes in forest, but that’s the way you are breathing in my heart.
I want you to tell me you haven’t lost yourself to darkness, and there is still a spark of luminescence hidden underneath the gardens of nightshade –
Left in your soul waiting to be watered and nurtured like a seed, then growing into cherry blossoms –
Rather than a field of poisonous mandrakes.
And I wanted to believe I’ll be the redemption but my knives are blunt and they cannot unchain you and you aren’t realizing what it means to be alive.
Jun 9, 2013
Jun 9, 2013 at 4:05 AM UTC