Poetry Corner – Trapped

Trapped

I feel trapped...

A flickering moth, abducted by the light
in an eternal state of phototaxis

A struggling rat, caught in a mousetrap
gradually accepting the thought of death

A cocky roach, appendages paralyzed by amber molasses
feelers erratically flailing in distress

A tiny ant, drowning in a pool of honey
gulping every last, sweet breath of air

A jittery fly, tangled in spider's web
unwittingly preparing itself to be its next meal

A busy bee, suddenly engulfed in green teeth
while greedily drinking at its deceitfully sweet nectar

A naive rabbit, snagged by metal cuffs
wildly spasming with each attempted escape

A fluttering butterfly, snatched in soft mesh
impulsively flapping its wings to take flight

A dangling fish, held proudly from angler's hook
desperately gasping for atoms of air

A restless dog, tightening its leash with each futile tug
foolishly strangling itself to get ahead

A tamed tiger, restlessly stalking its cage
endlessly pacing, awaiting the day its at last released

An imprisoned primate, thrashing about in its manufactured enclosure
painfully aware of its dire and futile predicament thinking

Let me out

I want to live

Poetry Corner – Stuck

Stuck

I am stuck

An invisible force holding me down

Gravity binding me to the ground

I try to get up,

but I feel three times my weight

I want to get up,

but this constraint is overpowering

I go to get up,

but I am unable to move

Caught in a Venus flytrap

Feeling inevitable death

but doing nothing about it

No one can help me

I am stuck

Poetry Corner – End of Covid

End of Covid

(or Spring is Here!)

People out

Children playing

Mothers shouting

Dads catching

Babies crying

Friends laughing

Joggers running

Athletes training

Couples smiling

Guys joking

Kids frolicking

Teens flirting

Birds chirping

Cars driving

Ambulance wailing

Babies screaming

Dogs barking

Planes gliding

Gangs hanging

Crowds gathering

Bands playing

Music blasting

Cyclists cruising

Bells clanging

Men working

Seniors sitting

Boys chasing

Girls giggling

Balls dribbling

Clouds parting

Sun shining

Ice melting

Mood shifting

Depression lifting

THIS IS THE END OF COVID

BLOG-Bits: A Man

BLOG-Bits

A MAN

4.13.21Vision “Vision without action is a dream.”

Why don’t I have a vision? Something that guides me, and motivates me along the way? I can envision so many great things, almost will them into being. But by own future moves along a different timeline. I can open the door to my mind, yet have no access my future. Even a hazy vision would be fine; it doesn’t have to be crystal clear. When I close my eyes, all I see nothing but darkness, still I can hear the voices sneering and snickering hiding in the corners of my mind. I suppose that’s what therapists are for. Wait a second – my vision is to have a vision. Eureka, I’ve got it! Time to get to work. What is my vision? Why don’t I…

3.04.21 – Cog in The Machine

Most men are simply a cog in the machine… In that they, no matter how integral, are just part of what makes the whole contraption run. But they, too, will be replaced after churning out their best work, put through the grind, worn and abraded, a thick layer of elbow grease, blood, sweat and tears, with another just like him but at cheaper cost. None the matter; as long as this thing keeps running. Now go back to work!

3.03.21A Man

What is a man, if not his word? A man is his promise. And I cannot keep promises. In fact, anything I’ve “promised” you before this very writing could not and should not be counted on. And for that, I apologize. I am human, but I feel more like a scrapped blueprint for one. “I am my thoughts,” and my thoughts are made of shame and regret. Shame and regret for what? For letting myself down; for I know what a man is – sense one when he is in my presence – and I am not that, although it is what I strive to be: to finally become A Man.

Poetry Corner – hold your head up

hold your head up

How have I, once so proud

to share with others become so despondent

hiding away in the darkness of isolation

How have I aspired to remain anonymous

when all I strive for is notoriety,

How come I am holding my head in shame

when I used to carry it so high

How have I sunk into such a deep hole

when I used to see over the tallest peaks

How have I given up when

there’s still so much left to do

so much to share

so much 

yet to be done…

For now I'll remain 

in the dark where I belong.

Poetry Corner – ReflectionnoitcelfeR

self-reflection

ReflectionnoitcelfeR

*All this time

because I never understood myself

All this stress because I never took the time to reflect

All this confusion because I never understood myself

All this depression because I never made a decision

All this pain because I never reevaluated my life

All this anxiety because I never realized

*Repeat

Poetry Corner – The Bear

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The Bear

by Cameron Brtnik

(based on my girlfriend's dream 3/22/18)


I had a dream, twas more like a 'mare

I had a dream I was chased by a bear


This big brown bear was chasing me

It chased me until I ran up a tree


I was safe there, at least for now

There's no way in hell that I'm coming down


Then the bear whipped out its claws

Five sharp knives on large white paws


It bared its fangs like sharpened blades

And shook the tree until it gave


Right then I jumped and made escape

I looked behind me and saw its shape


That's when the fear and dread arrived

Don't think I'll make it out alive


I ran and ran like rabbit game

Inside my fears I had to tame


I couldn't tell what's dream or real

I thought I'd be the bear's next meal


Frantic, panic, sweat and tears

All my doubts, anxiety, fears


Would I escape? I wasn't sure

Next thing that happened was a blur


I fell and stumbled, tried to reach high

My heart was pounding, I felt it cry


I tried to wake up, cried and moaned

No one to wake me, all alone


The bear bit down upon my head

I let him eat me, sure I was dead


Then suddenly, everything was fine

No more fear, it was a sign


From then on when the bear gave chase

I stood my ground, stared face to face


…..


Now don’t you see, I am the bear

The one being chased, the one that's scared


But now I can control it, see

And tame the bear that lives in me

Poetry Corner – Deadline

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Deadline
  
I’m not tired
but I’m not awake
 I close my eyes wanting to
shut out everything and focus
 But I fall asleep once again
 behind schedule
Day's gone
  
 When I’m asleep
deadline's drift away
like sand in an ocean breeze
 Pray I don't wake up, to stay in limbo
Awoken again by the greed of day
I feel the instant deadline of
life waiting