Bird'sOrthodoxCage

Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind Cannot bear much more. T.S. Eliot

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Wisdom Gray

My friends hide their faces behind their hands

Ashamed of their thinning laughs, their fading eyes

Fingers bony just like mine

That course their hair of weary minds

We’ve all grown apart to age

And meet again with wisdom gray

We think of time with blinking gaps

Times we were seventeen, sixty three, overlap

You’ll find we never changed at all

This gray deceives our youthful souls

We’ve seen the world, cried in pain,

But time slips beneath us whole

I’ve felt this stress through all my life

A friend I hate but remember with love

Beside me in my panic, stirring my thoughts,

Present for every new arrival

Do I laugh with age when I look back?

Mistakes as friends I can’t retract

Is this why friends stay close with time?

To age with time with time to die?

Friends of time have aged quite well

Their minds rebel, raising hell

Leaving earth with timeless thoughts

Time not escaped, though life is lost

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House of Masks

It would seem we breathe love

In our lungs and out again

Pulling in and washing out

The tide of the moon

Love behind our hearts

Under the skin of lies

We dance with masks of new nights

And wake the horrors of commitment

Minds remove the hurt

Just to find it again

They all come and go

Just to find those first eyes

Caught up in the ceiling

Looking down on the lights

The time of the past's secrets

And I yell to no answer in life

Swimming to the middle

Falling lower every time

With no escape I'm drowned; barren inside

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To Die by the Pen, To Bleed by the Ink

I scale the weight by heavy pleasures, I heed the wise to but a measure. The news of death and worldly debtors, His uncle writes his written letters.

We curse the man that did us wrong, We run with hate; the night is long. Tearing the light of holy dawns, We curse the pen but praise the song.

Crafty serpents in our midst, Hissing lies with poison lips. The truth in wrong like slender hips, The heart abandoned, the paper ripped.

I’ve set my soul in desert lands, My mind: the vast and endless sand. The same sun you block by your hand, Was the death of him; your fellow Man.

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Falling Stars

Laid in grass when skies were red Peace in storms were tales of dead Closing eyes to close the mind But dreams projected lights inside I am lost in roaring riots Find myself beneath the pilots Those unwilling, receiving bombs A prayer’s wish with panicked sobs Was it fate that brought our stars here? We were far from lives of coming fears Scared to think of what was East We ignored the distant, growing beat Said goodbye with calls to war Love is lost and blood is born Nations hailing hungry leaders Those who fight were once the readers Take us home; our faith is weak The peace of God is what we seek

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4 AM

Four AM in this memories breath

The fading present circles the past

I fear this living more than death

These fading dreams are meant to last

They say you never know,

But never is a long wait.

You'll know eventually,

And Not a moment too late.

I fall to the floor as our sun lowly sets

Blood is flowing through the skies

Final thoughts of fleeting debts

Darkness dawning; my pasts demise

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The Ballad of the Street Light

Sometimes it feels like a concept;

Susceptible to weightier precepts.

Falling deeper in the water.

My thoughts like a smoking vapor;

Only able to think within my written papers.

The view is clouded in my head.

Depression is my tempter's whisper,

Staying in the closet; not the vesper.

I bloomed for but a moment, and died in terror.

The humming street light calls my name;

Inviting the escape of the true and vain.

It's song is overwhelming.

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The Remnant's Ward

When does one leave what he loves?

He made his home inside its rest.

He cannot leave when he’s had enough;

Strapped securely to its bed.

His ache to leave kills him off;

Torn between the remnant and freedom.

The sick have kept him in their loft;

Choirs sing as Satan leads them.

Is how I feel what I think?

Is how I think what I feel?

I wash my hands within the sink,

But can it clean what’s yet to deal?

We all believe in someone’s words;

We all have truths we can’t refuse.

Gospels flourish in our lords;

Killing minds with partial truths.

Death is written in his face.

Save him God, from his mistakes.

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Friendly Covers

Is it possible this crowd knows each other? Am I the only man that sits alone to suffer? The looks that I lack as told by the actions of my lovers. My worth was left behind, beneath my friendly covers.

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Beginnings. Endings. Betweens.

There is a new beginning for all of us. For you, for me, for time, for love. New plans to note, new words to trust. Different eyes, different lusts.

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The Glory of Nelly

Don’t let me waver in unbelief

Save me from my darkened den

There was a time I trusted my steed

Till the glory of Nelly met all his needs

Fear to all as he spread through the land

Panic to men with swords he would brand

Met by the sovereign fate of his hand

He rose from the sea and I the sand

I row in wonder of monsters at sea

Legends so deep; legends I read

When he arose to all he would be

The glory of Nelly; tremble and plea.

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The Remnants Are Dead

And so she died,

I would tell them.

For it is better for me to lie,

Than to say she’s alive.

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The Introvert's Chair

Most days I sit.

A thousand words for me to bring life,

A thousand notes for me to arrange.

A thousand thoughts I already writ.

Here I sit.

The world is quiet in waiting.

Waiting for a troubled mind to rise,

And fall to lowly pits.

And why not sit?

Left to myself and the voices I hear.

Walking the road without waiting to die.

Not burning up with fires lit.

I’m happy where I sit.

Battling my demons with no one to hear.

Fighting addictions I hold so dear.

You will never see my pain, if I sit.

And so I will stay.

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Therapy

What should I say,

When nothing can be said?

A chance for the mind

To come to a most rational choice.

A time to think,

With minutes better spent,

Rather than waste my love,

For those who can’t think of the answer.

A writer’s blood is ink.

His veins: the course of life and death.

Feeling his beating chest,

This heart he etched within his breast.

I have no time for ‘far removed’s’.

I have no room for wasted beauty.

My walls are filled with books I choose,

Therapy: a poets blues.

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Willow

Water so still on the lake

Under the willow in passing

I would warn unto you

Be careful what you do

A silver boat to drift away

With the memories of an older place

Be careful where you tread

The past is far from dead

Final words among the fog

Buried under holy trees

This is the end of fate

These holy lives we desecrate

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Freedom: My Cell

Hammered hearts from fatal blows

That beat the heart of life inside.

This freedom died within the soul,

Between the subtle, grinning lies.

For my heart’s beat is gone,

And I know my love is gone with that.

A revelation of knowing,

That is only known after the fact.

We are free in lands around

Yet wars have started in our minds.

Every burden killing life,

Through the humming of our times.

Is God of love? Is God of peace? Is God of wrath? Is God deceased?

Is Satan working? Does Satan feel? Is Satan dead? Or is he real?

Freedom’s cause is all but damning,

But how we search is all too telling.

We don’t want a tangible term.

We want it’s inner heart, it’s inner dwelling.

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Hymn III

Acceptance, Knowledge, and her wandering heart;

Give these things unto me.

I will sit and wait for that sovereign day, Praying and Wishing.

And yet they are but the same it seems

When wisdom meets anticipation.

Does her name strike the heart,

as a holy pen would do the page?

Love in her thoughts,

Filling these cathedrals.

If I would speak her name!

And hear her voice so rare,

her words so deep.

Spending my days in her beautiful company.

I need not the love of any other,

When the love of one is mine.

She is all I’ve ever needed,

And have waited for my whole life.

Building up courage, In this darkened hallway, Thinking of her smiling glow,

She is there at the end, The end of my road, Filling the hallways with beautiful snow

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Hymn II

She played me a song for the end. With my paper in pieces, Snowing down into my wasted heart. Words of prayer, and lying alone.

Couldn’t I say the difference, Between love and the heart? Wether they were together or apart, She was the downfall of my pride.

All was to say I had none. For when she left, What was left? She was all I ever knew.