Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Sunday, June 28, 2009
What I see my self as...
Friday, June 26, 2009
Caged Bird,Maya Angelou
Caged Bird
A free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wing
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
Maya Angelou
I Found this poem very inspiring.I hope it does the same to you.
Cracking Collegian Code
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Observations
Sunday, June 21, 2009
the invisible duck,
the shallow souled baboon,
all humane;in shapes and forms.
Middle eastern dreams,
enchant,the glorious mouse,
skittering and scattering,
it vanishes into, thin dust.
The porcupine shoots,venom filled arrows,
driving them deep, into the baboons soul,
misty figures, in solitude they wait,
the second coming, the new king at last.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Death Room
an orange, an yellow banana,
fruity loops;looping around me,
crunchy and chunky, blue and white.
A fruity spirit envelopes me,
citric acid floats through my veins,
heart pounding,acid yellow blood,
foamy, sour;my tongue runs wild.
Fruit peel scattered around,
emitting foul smells,
like human remnants-
out of a death room,cold,shimmering white.
Ugly fruit peels, the liver and the heart,
the body cutting boy,plucking them out,
his mind filled with acid, so divine,
Alas! he makes gruel for the beast outside.
calling on the northern star,
love shines dimly,
mystique yellow.
Passion glows like fireflies,
free on a moonless night,
shedding light, spreading joy,
in our darkened world,so supine.
Countries battle,the world filled with-
strife,like a hot air balloon,
passing by the sun, so vile,
the firefly flies, for freedom and everlasting joy.
Humanity turns in for the night,
after a long,hard day;turquoise and white,
the firefly, our guardian, our guide,
flutters through and through, a universe so blind.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
A lemon's journey to heaven
fresh sour and green.
They taste tangy on my sweet tongue,
adds flavour, adds colour, so green.
Its late now,
I am dreaming of paradise,
of Paris Island, of Greece,
so colourful, like lemons at midnight
Memories forlorn, faded,
like old lemons, not attained nirvana,
the moon, the stars called out
the lemons went to heaven.
Heaven, enchantingly utopian,
welcomed the lemons solemnly.
It said " My dear lemons, you've done good,
continue to do good, for your own good."
Oh lemon, I hope you met the messiah
Tell me what he said, I'd love to know.
Friday, June 12, 2009
Locked Out
hungry and cold,
I sat on the ledge,
thinking rhythm and blues.
An eerie silence,
on 2nd cross,desolate,
I sat tapping a beat,
inside my cursed head.
A feeling of powerlessness,
cursing,
thinking of life inside,
I continued to hallucinate.
Visions of Warmth,
a soft pillow, fleeting past,
relentless, unforgiving,
Oh!I feel susceptible.