Black Labeled
Do i establish as king,
To be held as afar?
Do I write poems that I sing,
To keep locked up in my heart?
Or do I branch out,
Spread strong, my own wings
Stretch out of my comfort's
Box by Facing the unknown...
Bravely keeping my course
Full speed and head on!!
Moving forward quite swiftly
Into what's now the unknown.
Seeing discovery as new paths
To be first paved and trodden.
Of the stillness that's here
In all that has held longing
Waiting Patiently yet to be,
finally found and discovered.
The path, of aloneness,
Of healed therapy pain
by being made lowly and humbled.
So far this path that we speak
now freely of, has been
largely left alone, ignored
like a wasteland.
Appropriately it has been named
Black labelled and drawn
Its label like a crown of thornes
Like noone that comes forward
to claim this barren,
part of quiet desserted land.
With the simplest of set ups
Allowing for growth that may be unlimited, untarnished,
wild and free
But not considered worth it
That of the painful price listed
fewer still that feel it is worthy
of that highest of costs
which is the cost or price
Of risking your own embarrasment
Or worst yet as sowing a failure
Instead of earning a fruitful
Rich returning harvest.
This abandoned, or forgotten
set of potential rebirth
Is still on lifes journey map
as being poorly understood
Or not fully known,
it is called the uncharted
As few leave their patterned ways, to forge new footsteps to follow
They that give what's
yet to be mapped and engraved.
The mystery, the turning point
That uncharted of all places
brings most kings to have nothing
felt lessened more than strong, more rich with a weakness
a true Poverty of friendship
an unwanted loss
of respect and true integrity.
They're character coming
into legal question with a
keen sense of its loss
This doesnt come with not trying
To conquer, or expand
To rule with a fist of gold
Upon the mapped out land
Is this too much for most to risk
They felt the loss closer to lips telling and retelling their history down thru the ages, to concerned for their reputation's role...
But will you be different?
Will you be that one brave soul
Or are you just like those others?
The ones that came before you
In the worlds pattern of habit
These creatures of safety
Sick with longing in their own stolen, bankrupt homes...
Or will you cautiously be better
And bravely move on and up,
Will you stick out your neck
Surely but slowly on its own
Bravely being a standing king
Of your own chosen actions
By being the very first of a kind
To break free from generations
That came before it,
for decades on end
Of sinly lazy habits,
Chained down in prisons of fear
Growing rates of return
That equal less than zero
Moving forward in nowhere
In its decisive round of turns,
The turn, the change, the chance to be better, that stutters at first then with it brings the potential
for freedom and storytelling lore
Its own set of challenges,
its own type of blessings
And its produce of fruit,
sown seeds of those courageous watered down by regret or guilt
River currents of faith,
Turn into waves lapping
At fear's brokendown feet
That carry the weight
But not easily born, by those
Hearts of those feeling
Like they are just being forgotten or less than that even
not producing its own cost in price
And losing all its value
In its lost purpose for which
we all are given in the gift of life.
Are we felt charged with to find
Search for until in death
We give of ourselves to pay
This life what is owed?
Fear can spur greater faith
Acts of courage born brave weakness is all but forgotten
in acts of forgiving kindness
Patience and chances unearned
Unconditiinal love is only true
Seconds after its earned respect and its echoes are on
the finish lines for those that race
And take the road less traveled
Marked by furrows so deep
But that that persevere, keep
Strong, and face that historic leap.
Those few, those brave
Those perfectly made strong.
Opposites attracting only
because symboitically together they are felt to be stronger.
Stronger as 2 instead of as one,
if they stand alone the contrast
Seen is weaker but is ironically strengthened in their appearance as being coupled with a pair,
Complimenting them both ss seperate parts of an actionable item that is arguably vibrant,
in its definitions of what's pure whatever they are, standing there
Together but alone
Standing up for each other
By giving opposite approval
Back to back, neck to neck
Jealous to a fault,
the mirrored image
when not seen as seperate
but instead is only viewed
against the backdrop of
its flip sided revolt
As the opposite or balance
Weighted down by something else, alone they risk being missed,
Seen only as something pale
to be feared in its weirdness
Bland in its camoflageaue
But when seen as a reaction
A stance well to be held
Then it must be something worth
The mention, to be feared
not to be overlooked or shunned
Just because you don't
measure up the same or comform
and you are held as one mostly forgotten or misunderstood, ridiculed and rejected black
labeled as an outsider,
Then once labeled,
you must be lonely,
and star to despair,
Or maybe you are
something to be pitied
if you arent to be feared.
Being the different one most times
Chosing to swim against stream,
makes a very sharp chiasm
A space scarred inbetween
The difference between your life
And those that you are not
Can cause some to die young
with a taste of povertys prisons
All tied up in chains and knotted lined out in a story of stolen pens that are runnying dry on emptiness
In blank words and poetic rhymes.
Stories, songs, only to be silenced
By their own authors words
before dying alone on a blank page
In a book never published
Spelled incorrectly, chockful
Of poor grammar with no editor
Being asked to review proof
Leaveing all that's unsaid
To remain as unclear
Unclear as its song falling
Mute on deafened ears
Then that song of no melody
Hits notes that are sung
In a harmony ad naseaum,
Like a chant, or a witches spell
That's better left unsung
Forgotten, forbidden, foreboding
Written in blood, grief and sorrow
Penned in famous injustice
Too shameful for admission
To sanitys final appeal in court...
It was thought up, or created
By those dead day dreamers,
that are far to inexperienced, to be cast only as foolish simpletons,
impractical cases of king stupid
considered as reigning holders
Of any negative values
of essential based wisdom
or too far left off what's right
In the eye of the beholder
holding any image, or shred of evidence that a kernel of truth
Is worth more when laying next to
Its lying counterpart
that is losing its faltering battle
of lies with its slips of only
Half thought out shreds of unproven pseudo evidence
Culturally missappropriated
To exploit the jurors insecurity in its own lack of tolerance.
©gwencanfield
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Jiske liye likha wahi bekhabar hai..!!"
©shayr_ki_duniya -
shayr_ki_duniya 65w
Likh tu kuch aisa aye dil..
Jise padh, wo roye bhi na
Aur raat bhar soye bhi na..!!
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#creativearenaHomesick
Home sick.
What a vague, foreign
Idea or concept.
Hard for me to relate to.
Simple. Straight forward.
It's name, self explanatory.
But not to me
Or with my sense of
The world and life.
I carry my home with me.
Ive made my own home.
Carved it carefully out of years of lonely praying.
Its in my heart.
It goes where I go.
It's never far from my mind.
I can pull it up anytime.
It's just as sacred to me
As to my neighbor.
But only ive been in it.
Only ive seen it.
But this home sickness thing
That others have spoken of
I dont quite understand it.
Homesick they say is a feeling
A state of mind, an emotion.
Vauge. Yearning. Eery
Like being in the driver's seat,
And closing your eyes
or for a dare being blindfolded to let
someone else drive
take control of the wheel
You control the gas and speed
But they are the only ones
With eyes that are seeing.
No thank you to that.
I like to be in control.
I know what im doing
and all the reasons why
I know what to expect
By what I do, and know also where I'm going
without a doubt
because of where I have
been in my past.
I am very self aware and woke
And know what limits
my body and psyche
can and cannot handle
My emotions arent the ones
That I allow to be in control.
If I mess up, like we all do
From time to time.
I want to be the only one
At fault or responsible
That my concisious can find.
My heart is my home
And my memories its fireplace
That keeps things just right
Nothing out of its proper place
No one else here, just me.
Noone else to be mad at
On which to place the blame.
And that helps keep me safe
No regrets. No guilt.
Just lessons Ive learned
And growth
seen by my own sense of strength.
Gathering and harnessing
Any fear, shame, or guilt
And forcing it to comeforth
Like a naughty child
Put in the corner or spanked.
They quickly learn what no is
And will change the next time
By growing and learning
From my own mistakes
And accomplishments.
Correction is good when it
Teaches the lesson right.
By bringing the wrong doing
Into full understanding
Of your own responsibility and the hand that you played.
Confident in knowing that
Within my heart
will always be,
Unconditional love and acceptance
Facts and loyalty.....
That place that seems to be what people long for
when they say they
Feel alone and miss home.
So safe, to run back too
Where you never feel unwanted
or made to feel ashamed
or disgraced.
Unconditional hugs, kisses
and warm embraces. Encouragement
To grow into ourselves
Home is in the heart
Not the other way around.
The heart inside you
Is where that longing for
Should come from.
The heart, it's part in
this is strong.
Its pliable and will travel
Keep up with your pace
And slow down at night
But always be there beating.
Comforting in its rhythmic
Song and pulsatile warmth.
So why ive never come to know
Someone else quite like me.
That carries that home inside
There heart for themselves
is one of life's big mysteries.
Why let your heart feel sick? Why miss your home at all?
Why limit yourself and you're life
To something outside,
that you can't control
A building, a structure, a person somewhere else
That will eventually die
Or fail you.....
Homesick as a concept to me is so vague
With love already so full
Of uncertainty and danger
Why leave your heart in a home so far away?
When you already know you
Want to always be close to it?
I keep mine always with me
So I dont know what
its like to feel that,
This homesickness mood
but its bringing both of us down now because I keep company with you
And because its something that you are feeling
And you can't be like me
Youve chosen to give your heart up
To a place that your body doesnt have to be. -
gwencanfield 65w
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Home
Home is where the heart is
Home is the warmth of sun
Home is the carress of spring
Home is safe
Homesick -
shayr_ki_duniya 65w
"Uss Umar se tmko chaha hai,
Jis Umar mein jism se waqif na the..!!"
©shayr_ki_duniya -
sparklingteja 65w
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Google imageCocooned in her heart,
was warmed by her touch of love:
butterfly was born.
©sparklingteja -
A Ukiah
You wait in my heart
Because you can play with me
Till I scar deeply!!
Opposite to my haiku~
On a sunny day
Nobody stays in the ground
Not even in heart!!
©nivedhetha_jb -
On a sunny day
Nobody stays in the ground
Not even in heart!!
©nivedhetha_jb -
kmm_90 65w
Cocoon
Concealed, unexposed,
A change occurs within.
Metamorphosis.
Chaos swirls inside
Breaking down to rearrange.
A transformation.
©kmm_90 -
Frozen
In nival cocoon
Lies diffident a heart recluse
With frigid desires.
©animesh2307 -
I live with six cats
This house was not made for that
But I still love them.
©imladyart -
It's dark I'm alone
His voice is my metrodome
The greatest love known
©sven_7 -
imcalledmas 65w
Oh first this is all what I tried, this how I try if have infinite bullets and good point to strike
1.Be-fore butt-er-fly
ca-me a co-coon
that on-ce di-ed
Whoa think I sorta got a content in 2nd shot well! That's it
#syllable_wt #writerstolli #life #inspiration #thoughts #diary #nature
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@writersnetwork @readwriteunite #writersnetwork #readwriteunite #mumbai #postoftheday
@writerstolli #globalpoetcult #southCould I be the shell
that died half Or that be hatched
full,yours "pre-cious" silk
©imcalledmas
COCOON EUPHONY FOR HAIKU -
To die to oneself
Experiencing regrowth
Vulnerable and unclothed
©sven_7 -
sproutedseeds 65w
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Last week when I visited an old age home
I was in tears seeing them craving for affection,
a hug, some homemade snacks and eyes eagerly waiting to get a glance of their family members.
It was pathetic to see some of them in
worst condition living at the mercy of the maids
to change their diapers or feed them food.
Parents shouldn't be neglected in their old age
Nobody in this world can replace a mother.COCOON....haiku
A mother resides
away from her family
in an old age home.
She waits eagerly
every weekend for her son
but he never comes.
But she cocooned her
emotions and wrapped tightly
in her bleeding heart.
One night she called him
and spoke for long time, blessed him
though her heart bleeded.
Nobody can replace
a mother in this world for her
unconditional love.
© sproutedseeds
13.01.2020 -
sonu99 65w
Cocoon
White snowy cover
Woven by silkworm with love
To nourish itself.
Net like web shelter
Provide the sweet care and warmth
For development.
Metamorphosis
Give a new life to the worm
Caterpillar born.
©sonu99 -
The only cocoon,
Catering the caring zone,
Where no one can boon!!
©lalitha_l2 -
Cocoon-the lazy bum
So used to slothing,
Day before he became one
Found some in tummy.
©rahularora__ -
saivijay 65w
Cocoon
We live inside the cocoon
We make ourselves stay in the cocoon
We make our surrounding within cocoon
We never try to come out
We never wish to fly with colors
What we do is always
Bloody BLAME.
©saivijay