The free flowing light of my window
And an air of quiet fortitude
Vow that I need to be free
And get things off my chest
For far too long my eyes lost their bearing
I’ve been a bird with no place to land
Flying aimlessly as if escaping hell
Going in circles like a kite in the wind
I know they say no one is perfect, but I’m perfect in my own way
I deserve to experience raindrops drizzling down my skin
As they dance through the dazzling sunlight
I yearn to identify them and feel them
I want and need an earful of sound advice
All to be seen through the gentle curved lens
My courage is insisting and pulling hard
To fight back into light and air
I want to live this moment
since I know it is fleeting
I am not absorbed in anything else.
This moment is not mine alone
it goes beyond everything perfect
and is more than my hustles and bustles.
All shades of emotions
cross my mind
they are varied and urgent.
But I am here now
with everything that I am
and everything that I will never be.
I cherish all my stories
of joy and pain
this life is truly worth living.
Whether I feel happy or sad
I know one thing that I desire
to be completely lost here now.
It begs me to question
What do I yearn for?
What makes me ache?
I write because it is my enchantment
I don’t need to feign my competence
of matching and coupling words
to a celebrated new meaning.
Words render me relevant and imperative
away from styled record of blemished sadism
in a cold world that made me believe I was small
words seize me from all vanity.
My potential is at the verge of explosion
since few seem to hear the sound of my pen
dancing through invincible nights and transparent days
spelling a clear visage of who I am and should be.
Words save me from the litany of lies
of self-guilt and self-accusation
they make me ride in the waves of pure triumph
of a man entitled to own dreams and illusions.
I write about many moons and suns
and about the wonder of shooting stars
in world full of glorious possibilities
and one day they will write about this!
She trusted explicitly
her rebellious act
against the angels
they had lied
She had escaped
to rescue her spirit
it will no longer be
ruled from the outside
She was a woman
full of quests and charm
her past was never a burden
because it lightened her soul
Like the sun
she was alone
but would never sell
her days for gold and promises
Let them think what they want
but she was in love with the soft breeze
she needed to listen to everything it carried
illuminating everything in her life like the sun
The empty room echoed
the hollowness of his heart
the world had shattered him
and everything in it felt dead
he could not fly
his wings were clipped
he abhorred walking
the ecstasy of hatred
overshadowed the joy
of any kind of love
And though unwanted
he was unbidden
despite the long waits
on the long nights
that turned him into an owl
Upon a midnight dreary
a tapping stirred him
revealing the image of him
through his mind’s eye
he could see
his finest moments
My soul was spilling thick angry blood
And just when I thought I was ending
The cold dead moon stirred vaguely
Murky clouds tearing apart hastily
Dark shadows approaching
The crow silent but ready
On still hollow trees
I was safe