She pressed her ears to the ground- to feel the vibratos of his words. They tiptoed into her senses- barefoot bleeding tact on facts. Flustered with assumptions- they trampled a mockingbird!
It raised its head unafraid- gasping for its last breaths. I won’t catch a cold- said the bird- from ice- my soul is humanity’s hospice. This is my soul with which you have toyed.
Circumstance is a variable clad- that shrouds my heart an opus of closeness- My life’s strives to reach justice. I am not heartless- But life taught me to use my heart less! You need to see to understand.
From a distance everything seems grand! I am not a canvas of an ogress- to be painted void and heartless! Your quill stabbed my heart like a cutlass! Sometimes the mouth slays quicker than the hand!
A wingless muse is a mermaid- that’s lost its tail to a pair of legs! Unable to swim seeming more like humans- she tries to speak but no words can express- you took her by surprise, you were her friend!
All you saw was null and void! Welcome to the void under the aegis- you’ve created from earthly tethers. You’ve raised me once from a mockingbird to muse. So why can’t you stay beneath my wings- my mystic oris and be my wind?
On this earth’s breadth and width So many reside. All live, and die. Some brief, some bold. The history of humanity; God’s manuscript! The good, bad, and some extremely sad. Heroes, villains, and victims; Stories of ordinary, and extraordinary He
My friend the Wind- is a lady who changes- Personas with every dress! You can hear her voice- go up and down with- every lapel and pleat! Chagrined about her coif- she turns into a dust devil. Ginned again with
I stand before you on the edge, A risen cliff above the ocean. Many times my life I’ve pledged, Followed the book and went through the motions. But you’ve forsaken me, my Lord. And I hear nothing but the wind.
Tonight’s wind is not the one found in the chimes of daylight Not the gentle breeze cooling your skin after a day’s labor And it’s not the invisible current lifting a child’s kite far above treetops This night the wind
like walking in a tulip garden i undo the aquablue, how many steps you were away, entwined like mangrove: our roots were standing upright to breath in moist silhouette of equatorial sun, blooming in anguish of separation: come one day