Sep 21, 2009
are you awake and alive?
do you hear the palpitations of my coronary?
i cannot take another call, another utterance.
it is a sturdy painful ringing that reminds of a life less ordinary.
decades go by and pain grows like lilies then subsides.
a season passes in joy and melancholy, traditions continue
the ache of a bitten tongue this anger chides.
the calendar is a perfect mirror of a ridiculed inspiration
a desire to flight with wings that rest heavy
i shall soar, i can't fly - it's you who tie me down
no matter the love or said dedication
these choices select the path of my arrow
fly straight fly angry and thus choose the flight
so very narrow.