Caged
A bird in a cage
Always wanting to
Fly
Can you keep it there
Without it biting off your
Hand
One day
you’ll blink
And the bird will soar
Away
~.%
Second Wind
Stuck in a whirlwind
Of cataclysmic proportions
I blow like a tornado
And each and every thought
That crosses my mind
Screams out!
Out of the pain
Out of the shattered promises
Splattered hopelessly
Sharp like broken glass
No more pain
No more holding the mirror
To your bad face revealing your
Tattered morals and wicked eyes
No more rain
The time for redemption is here
I will not be your cane
And as sad as it may be
I must retreat from this game
Retreat from this game
Of destruction
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Under Pressure Poem 14
Under pressure
Head explodes
Heart implodes
So much
Too much
Under pressure
Heart pounds
Chest hurts
Tears held back
Welling up
Under Pressure
Ready to go
Give it your all
Push harder
Find more
It is never enough
Keep going
Under pressure
Can’t give up
Don’t slow down
Push it, pull it
If you stop you’ll die
If you slow you’ll cry
Under pressure
Use it
Make it work
Head explodes
Heart implodes
Thats no excuse
To stop
Selfish Love
Love is blind
Love conceals the inner feelings
The childish
The selfish
Need for all to be about ego
Instead trust in spirit
To light the way
Bring forth the messages
And the lessons to be taught
Love unselfishly
Is not all about oneself
What is the material gain?
But more what is the emotional bond?
The sharing, the joining of two separate spirits
Alas this is not so in some cases
There is duplicity surrounding the union
Unclear messages, confusion
Selfish intention awaiting manifestation
Hurt, pain and manipulation
Selling oneself short
Shutting out the world to hide the shame
To become invisible, no voice, no presence
No nothing darkness and heaviness
Instead of light and lightness of spirit
A battle of wills,
Who will be the victor?
No one because the love will die
And without love you have nothing
#15, A Brutal Truth
blue the coldest
red the oldest
blood the inspiration
across a nation
walks
talks
all letters
all better
in the end??
Poem 15
Darkness is hope
Freedom is chains
Safety is a tightrope
Danger still remains
Light will bring pain
tit for tat
i cry
you dry
i wait
you take
i talk
you walk
i watch
you scotch
i listen
you diss’n
then you cry
i dry
you wait
i take
you talk
i walk
you watch
i scotch
you listen
me diss’n
you fly
i die.
Street Signs 10PM
Stop
Yield
Lane Ends
Exit Here
Wrong Way
Merge
Trucks Entering
Construction Ahead
Road Closed
Wrong Way Go Back
I really did see this last one in Massachusetts