I search your hollows
For the remnant of me
There's no trace of any fire ever lit
Did your sorrow rain over our love
Or did I take your soul with me
They were once birds who knew freedom They used to migrate under the threat of predation and mortality It was worth it for the freedom and population They are pacing in this giant electric wired cage Seasons mean little to them Wings are on the verge of redundancy They don't call for each other anymore They are in it all together Birds lost their freedom We human lost our voice Soulless reality holds us in captivity Our spirit yearns for liberation Liberty is never free She stands on the foundation of blood, sweat and tears
Golden dreams fill my vision
A future is awake
On a bed of promises
A feast of sweet nectar
A vantage point to serenade my love
Life dealt him a bad hand that no child should have had withstood. A broken soul became a harden man who experienced no pleasure nor pain in the act of violence. Prison life gave him a chance to be a vigilante who did justice for the abused and murdered children.
He thought about the Boss upstairs a lot actually. He thought to himself ‘I am only an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. I will make it to heaven. My life isn’t such a bad deal after all.’
There is a victory!
We celebrate with a kiss
where our happy hormones mash into
a song of joy.
My salty lips touch yours
in a crowded square.
My lady, we share a moment
in history beyond just you and me.
Shhhh, don’t tell me your name,
let’s kiss deeper into the Summer heat.
She sits in her grandma’s rocking chair crocheting the blanket she started but too frail to finish.
It’s hard to imagine a nebulous future when grandma passes. They have been looking after each other all her life. She doesn’t know otherwise.
She knows for a fact that she will be without a home when that inevitably happens. However, there is also this deep set of knowing and belief that it’s going to be ok, just like grandma always says.