There are so many thoughts within one mind;
some are lost, while others are forgotten.
These thoughts begin bleeding out as I write.
I shed tears while missing the sun, all while gazing at the stars burning bright.
Unlocked cage in addiction, but my flesh isn't accepting the loss of the fight.
Take me back to ground zero, beginning with the circle of life.
I reminisce about the garden where my heart still resides.
Replaying every song forever in my mind.
Wishing for God's well of living water, to quench my thirsty soul.
As reconstruction continues, the conversation persists.
Vivid memories dating back to when I was a kid.
Water flows downstream, the river running as much as I am.
Sent a key and a mirror, illuminating what my eyes cannot hide.
prison bird dressed in orange
in a cage, in a cage
you cannot fly, you cannot soar
the space is small, you feel so tight
in a tiny place, you do not feel right
the door is locked, you have no key
prison bird in solitaire
your life is stifled
one bad decision ruined your life
how many hours a day do you spend
sleeping away
wishing this sentence would end?
one bad decision ruined your life
one bad decision, brings you daily strife
fly away prison bird, enjoy your dreams
Perception is the cage in which I’m stuck in daily
My being is a double sided mirror, the thoughts of others are on the other side just barely out of my grasp
I don’t mean to be so over analyzing
Wait.
Do you think I’m over analyzing?
Do you think I’m chill or too anxious or weird?
If you could describe me in five words what would it be?
What do you say about me behind closed doors?
What was your first impression of me?
I’m doing it again aren’t I?
The key to the cage is on the ground precisely five feet away from me.
The bars are vastly far apart.
I could slip out of the cage if I wanted to.
But would they think I don’t care enough to stay in the cage?
That I’m taking the easy way out by slipping between the cracks?
Nevermind.
I think I’ll just stay in here
Unless you’d rather I not.
They locked her in a box of gold,
with chains that shimmered, stories told.
"Stay pretty, still–don't ask for more,
The fire in you? Just folklore".
she smiled like myths were make–believe,
But hid a flame beneath her sleeve.
each breath she took was kindling slow,
A furnace marked in ash and glow.
The saw her feathers, red and bright,
But clipped her wings do dim her light.
"You burn too loud", they used to say,
"And blaze is not the woman way".
Yet silence cracks, and embers bite –
she burst the cage in blaze and flight.
Not tamed, not torn, not anyone’s—
she rose to kiss forbidden suns.
Now when they speak her name in fear,
It echoes loud and crystal clear:
You cannot cage what’s born to rise
A phoenix lives in ashes's guise
~hira~
Iyah May..Really having her say, A lot i agree with' although
Not all maybe? but hey.! There is freedom to listen and to doubt as
You May.' Only you bolt and cage in, when you throw that free choice away.' Don't be scared of the shadows here in
Life that abide..If you swallow deception from those' from even darker you'll never hide.' Turn to the light though it might at
First smart your eyes, its essential to discern how the
World-scape now lies.' Reverse all the mantras and notice
Where they lead.' Listen; search before you ever follow..' now to
All may God bless' and also may God speed."
piano ' in a landscape'*-
John Cage in a more conventonal shape
A bird in a cage in front of an open window
Dreams of stretching its wings
What we want the most is right in front of us yet always out of reach
I tell myself that I could always run
I want it so bad it burns
I'll swallow the sun to breathe fire
I want to be free
stay
awhile
wait
close eyes
listen
imagine
wonder:
notes
stream
as
continuous
contentment:
alone
in this quiet
of
my mind-
dream..
ing
This poem is of thoughts and words that happened as I listened to youtube clip of John Cage piano piece 'In a Landscape' & thus in reality is a part of this happening poem.
John Cage IN A LANDSCAPE
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She is uppercase, Her within the within
out shines the sun, out paces the moon.
Thoughts of a ham sandwich come to a squealing halt
as I recall my low sodium diet -
She (too often to count) plays trivia with existence,
meanwhile, I flutter like a cage in a canary.
Of course, She is not a she and I am not a lower he.
A non-physical womb both transmits and incubates.
Pronouns do not work in Spirit.
Owls perch on the edge of light where the watched
also watches. She corrals wild minds, thoughts bleat
as they are left to stray
creating space for the lone herder -
the one who brings ‘shepherd’s pie’
for all the hungry ghosts.
In a sandbox, many grains plays with others
and that’s okay
for one more transcendental day.
Hiding in my cage, hiding shape and hiding form
Waiting breathlessly for the onslaught of the storm
Any hopeful light is a handicapped hell hostage
Ruffling the silk feathers of your timid weak plans
You are torn from the safety of your shell
The remains are rancid with a tinge of morbid cells
Gone rogue off the grid, a sudden mutation
No one saw it coming to destroy our generation
The struggle won't let us leave an offering to our future
Slim chances of survival, like being left to die.
How the hell did I manage to fall down here
Time eats everyone and time never feeds the fear
Marching on commanded by the seconds that become sand
I can't help but embrace wonder guided by universal hands
I can't help you discover what you seek
You'll find your stolen treasure in a riddle of tongue and cheek
No one said this ride was easy I'm becoming old but not obsolete
Finding self loathing comfort in my blinding rage
A book forged from hatred, blood spilled on every page
Everything I've ever done, good or bad it's held against me
I've given up trying to fight you, you'll bring yourself down to your knees
The solid ground you stand on built from lies, and tyranny
A Mexican parrot clever and wise
escaped his dreadful cage in Van Nuys
He flew out of the Valley
back to old Mexicali
singing: Hasta la vista, you guys!
Written 2/19/22
You’re the epiphany I strive for right now,
The answer to the loss I must now enrage.
That dragging disease I try to not allow,
Tearing it’s way out of my soulless cage.
Though my past may still cast down on me,
You shall uplift my spirit to greater heights.
A sweet escape that has called upon thee.
Where are we going on these foreign nights?
Seeping out of my cage in the dead of night,
You carry me out to a better planet I can see.
Though my sanity has the best of me,
The ongoing risks that are embraced, feel right.
In the mystery of irony
I have no liberty
Not even in my country
I grieve as sorrows breathe in my nostril.
Sadness pushes me to speak
But still fear grips me
The color of my skin
Shouldn't distinguish me.
I am dropping the tears of a slave
My spirit gale in rave
My blood standing still in my vein
And my soul melts on the sigh of my grave.
Droplets of rain beating my zinc
My tears cage in a box of misery
My inner sanctum knees in confusion and Freedom has become my biggest depression.
I have submitted myself in their deceit
Happiness has become my nightmare
Loneliness has become my motivation
No words to describe my intention
The days of tyrannies are over
Loose me from the bundles of terror.
Hold my hand as I enter in the city of freedom.
Where love and peace rest in man's bosom.
When the pandemic lockdown is over
I will be springing from my cage in leaps and bounds.
I will run down the street hugging all the neighbors I have never met
I will be driving to my grandchildren’s homes to smother them with kisses.
I will hunt each and every grandchild down no matter how far I have to drive.
Drive! Wait! I can still drive! Hooray for that; I hope so anyway.
When the shelter-in-place is over I will go to the stores I used to pass.
I will go in and out of every one, to see everything I have ever missed.
I will drag home some things I will never use, just like before.
I will try one some clothes at fancy clothing stores.
I will buy art supplies, and I will paint my happiness all over my house.
For when the Pandemic lockdown is over, I will fly from my cage and be free!
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