Encaged

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Encaged

 

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I will free you one day – I said

when you are ready to fly

and the skies turned bright blue

with the love of your life-

But full moons came and passed

and my life flew by fast

with my dreams still encaged.

I will find you a home – I said

that belongs just to you

where your wings soft and wide

will encompass the sky-

But the clouds turned dark grey

and the storms raged outside

while my dreams still encaged.

There still time- then I said

and will plant you a garden

when in Spring you will bloom.

But I spoke way too soon

for my seeds old and dry

may not sprout anymore

and to free you I swore

but my dreams still encage-

H.O


“The soul is like a caged bird, it waits for the right person to open the door and set it free.” ― Belinda Taylor on “Soul”

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Void

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Void

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There is a space that remains empty

an emotionless vacuum stripped clean of life

left floating between all things in the past

and the wants I harvest today.

I let go and a part of me drains away

empty space it becomes in between

what I was and what I am-

H.O


“I felt very still and empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo.”

― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

When Night Falls

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When Night Falls

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Whenever night falls in later days

it does not change me for today,

a fraction of eternity, to comprehend

this thing inside that strive and try

to push its way into my surface

and dress in layers that transcend

the who I think I may become-

Too late to alter or to overcome

this harden clay into a shape

so what you see is what I get

despite the times when I forget

and dream in dreams that swiftly die-

 So let me accept that night will come

no written words will make me best

nor passing love or fairy tales

will keep me whole, I’m like the rest

when dust to dust my life entails

it does not change me for today-

H.O


“As nightfall does not come at once, neither does oppression. In both instances, there is a twilight when everything remains seemingly unchanged. And it is in such twilight that we all must be most aware of change in the air – however slight – lest we become unwitting victims of the darkness.”

― William O. Douglas,

Lost and Found

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Lost and Found

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I wish not to cross the line of no return,

a lost and found full of never found

lives that someone loved but left forgotten.

Let me stay near these weaken dreams

that keep my heart beating, I am bound

to one day swim far into the ocean

if I find myself in the lost and found

with no hope for someone to remind me

 who I was before crossing the line-

H.O

Like Water and Air

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Like Water and Air

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My roots grow,

but I want to be water and just flow

on this winter-less place where in time

I can find my own way and alone

free to roam, free to take what is mine

and of all that I was leaving traces –

It’s so hard to break loose

once the roots taking hold

pulls me back close to home-

But I want to be air and just float

above mountain-less places

and forget there is a noose

getting ready to snap on my time

and steal dreams of being rootless,

like the water that flows unprepared

living moment to moment

while I blow far away like the air-

H.O


“Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.”

― Anaïs Nin, Incest: From a Journal of Love

It Rises

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It Rises

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I push but it rises

through the cracks left open in a haste

to forget how it taste.

And alive it won’t change

but regress to the time of my death

when again I must die

to survive-

And for now let it be

it is easier this way when I’m old

and I push but it rises

through the cracks in my soul-

H.O


“The human race tends to remember the abuses to which it has been subjected rather than the endearments. What’s left of kisses? Wounds, however, leave scars.”

― Bertolt Brecht

End

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End

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It does not matter

where I rest my bones

ashes over water

in old places left

with a taste of earth

and bound to return-

It does not matter

if a name on stones

to remember birth,

nothing left to hold

but the dusty ashes

lost amid the grasses

and persistent vines.

It does not matter

if I’m going to be

under tallest pines

nearest to the sea-

H.O


“Life is for the living.

Death is for the dead.

Let life be like music.

And death a note unsaid.”

― Langston Hughes, The Collected Poems