

BirdcageLocked in a birdcageBirdcage
like a pet, they
dont understand your custom and ancestral roots.
Generations of people content with a life of simplicity
and humility, having seen the earth
through the golden eagles eye.
You beat the cage, until
red and indignant, as they enjoy the fruits of your labour.


4th JulyI look over the sand, silver plains reflecting in4th July
the moonlight as the aroma
of gunpowder lingers
in the air.
I follow the chalky smudge across the inky sky, remnants of fountains Red, White and Blue.


NymphaliadeaThe bud bloomedNymphaliadea
and the petals a burning orange, like a savannah sunrise against charcoal silhouettes, became the beauty of the Nymphalidea Butterfly.


Running On Empty Prison gates won't open up for me/ On these hands and knees I'm crawlin'Running On Empty
From the trees I watch my mother weep. Shes in a black dress, and not the kind that you wear because you feel sexy in it. No, shes not wearing it as a fashion statement. On one side is Billy Black and on the other my brother. Both in

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Old mother Hupboard went to the cupboard to fetch her poor dog a bone.
When she bent over, Rover took over and gave her a bone of his own.
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