Shaken roots

 

Lost my shine, mask’s not staying on

Smile numbed, crooked smile

Its me again, my own valentine

Roots shaken, not yet out

Heart sickened, taste’s sour

This is my life, not ours

I refuse to stay hit and ran on

I am coming to haunt you down.

lungs filled with air

Water, me and you

Swimming through

Shape shift, accommodate

Love is our place

You hold me, I hold you

Like water we both color it true

You hug me and problems just flew

Tied knot, so very freeing

We are one, we are two

You breathe, I fly

We bloom, we rise

You’re my most special present wrapped in a human body

Extend your arms and close your eyes

We both are in for a pleasant surprise

You’re like the feeling in lungs when air is filled

You take out miseries like exhalation

Elevate me, baby I hope am elevating you

You take me to the angels singing in the blues

Sweet taste and my favorite place

You honey is my forever maze.

Fly away birdie

 

Fly away birdie

I let you go again

You might have lost your path

Hence, you’re here, back

It’s good while it last

That’s the thing from the past

Goodbye! Adios! Caio! 

I don’t want to hear from you now

Days of hurt are gone

So are the fondlings of them all

I’m shocked positively

Once I thought we’d know forever really

I board up my windows

The blues you brought shall stay out my doors

My heart a barren land

Your rain can’t ever plant

My voice, a cold stranger

Indifferent yet so patient

Goodbye little birdie!

Before your flight I shall announce

I’m grateful for your perfect frown

You broke my heart and hid

I weaved my path and damn where I’ve not been

Thank you birdie, may life brings you peace

Bent by back

 

Held on arch and bent by the back

I saw blood when they broke my wings

I’m hypnotized, a basket of poisoned fruits

I carry as though my food

I want to put it down

Tho malicious in me want a bit

I’m sick and I’m infected

I’ve lost all my perspective

No color just pitch black

No, I can’t live like that

To the self grown harvest of un-happy selves

I yell and yell and yell

I am for me, you to you

Locking yourself up in the room

You pray for peace

While I scrape Universe off of its feet

I know so much and nothing at all

I crave blood, I crave forever’s sleep

I want forever breathes and eternity to sweep

Feathers

I have a want of brushing,

through the wind

Rubbing against it, disturbing its course

I have a want of feathers,

In the skies far off reach

Of the harmony with other selves

I have want of a challenge,

That of an eagle

I’m 40 of age and must break,

My pride, my sustenance, my very survival

I want all of that