I am a night owl
I ain’t no jive turkey Best be sure i will never get that worm
Whenever i feel cooped up and need to spread my wings i take to the sky like a duck to water
From my eye view i peruse the happenings below On a wild goose chase for trouble looking for chicken heads or stool pigeons to whom I can ruffle
Often while flying i will find those of my feather and we will flock together
Those sad creatures forever bound to the earth grounded for eternity shall never know the gifts Gaia has set aside for the birds
The sky she is for the birds as well the treetops and highest perches
The embrace of clouds and views from mountain tops are for the birds
All of these blessings are for the birds Therefore they are all for me
Freedom is for me
The winds that uplift are for me Traversing the desserts and seas all reaches are for me And i all for them all for the birds.
Flowinglightuncoveringabarrenland MonolithsofyesteryearsplittingThe earth,bleachedbonesamidstanashen Sea.
Poisonedtearsfall, Mourningworld!
Ascraggly Houndtrotsthroughavenuesofrustedchariots, drivenbygrinningskeletons,linedbythethousands,aforgotten armylayingdormant.
Throughnarrows,theHoundscramblessniffinghereandthere Searchingdesperatelythroughtherubble.It’swhinesechothroughout concreteruins,swallowedbythe silence.
Slowly,theHoundhoversaboveadarkenedpool,drinkingdeeply.It Shuddersonce,andbreathesaheavysighasitslumpsdownwithintheforest Ofmetalandrust.Ittoo,now forgotten.
Lefttodecay,nowjoiningthousandsbeforeit,shortburstsof fireSnuffedtooquickly,leavingnothingbutdust,flowing riversBetweenruinedandcrackedstreets,eroding,until everythingis
The Awakening - Jacob Reina
When did I lose my pink cloud skies, My self-declarations of martyrdom, My weeping eyes, my slowing heart?
The horizon speaks only truth to me
Now: jagged cuts of some dusky blue, Veiled, only slightly, by my hard city's Smoker’s breath I walked with you
Yesterday at the peak of noon, and yes, Your irises mirrored our old nights
When we let our beating hearts kiss
Near that placid urban river
With the cone-roofed churches
Looming, the taxi cabs groaning, And apartment hounds howling, While the tabbies brushed our calves
But now, I sit in my dirtied sedan
With the steering wheel lock
Sprawled across the passenger mat
And a paper-bagged can, emptied,
Crushed near my hip, aching, And all I want to know: you
(Yes, you you currently Wiping childrens’ spit
From off your cheeks, scrubs, Who was once my daily muse
As my drunken heart
Throbbed my eyes
Their warm tears pen
Strokes marking My pages “till no end”
Regardless of the years)
Once gave me a reason to live, And now, I find myself writing
To find the purity returns
From only time to time—but, When did I lose my pink cloud skies?
For the Birds
by Camille Herrera Cockerham
I stop. and listen with intent, Waiting for the Ravens caw to come, But it doesn’t.
I put my head down & try not to fret, For it keeps my secrets in the meantime.
The heavy stench of jasmine permeates the air, & makes its way to my bones.
I could feel it, I could taste it. Much like the bitter melon, growing in my garden.
I get up and walk aimlessly down a dirt path, following the Red Tailed Hawk to the heavens. Toward all the dreams I’ve ever had.
One day, I’ll soar like them.
A Swallow sings her sweet song in the background, But as night falls, its falls on deaf ears. Their beauty tends to go unnoticed in a tumultuous world.
The Owl peers out from that old oak tree, Giving you a message from the other side of darkness.
Are you here to take me away? Or to let me stay.
The Dove’s soft coo blesses you early morning as the fog sets in, and lets you know its ok to breath again. Everyday, Everyday, you wait for the birds, To give you the signs from above.
Pour comprendre les oiseaux
Vous devez penser comme les oiseaux
I try to picture a life
Where we are not two lammergeiers
Picking at a carcass
Suckling marrow out of cracked bones
To get through the day
I try to picture a life
Where I am not
gripping a steering wheel
With hands too sweaty to drive
Swallowing tears, I cannot control
Haunted by visions
The ghost of Judee Sill
Sings ‘The Kiss’
Passing through Sanger
While the trail of blossoming flowers
Reminds me of the girl I once was
Sitting next to a lonesome fruit stand
The smell of peppers and tomatoes near
With warm bread disintegrating on her tongue
Looking ou
To discove And yellow
Looking ba
Spinning
Your eyes
Your mou
You scream
“Please Ple Help me!
I try to picture a life w
Doesn’t clutch me wit
Carrying me upside d above an ocean with a
The waves quickly con While you pierce my b
I find myself staring at With no other choice
So I savour the salty w
Accepting my fate
I am the last of a dying
Iwonderwhatyoumean whenyousay Iloveyou
Iwonderwhatyou meanwhenyousay goodbye
Iwonderwhatyoumean whenyousay
Iloveyou
Iwonderwhatyou meanwhenyouleave
An exceptional singer, An exceptional singer,
“Darling, I know that you’re gone
You’re not next to me and there’s nothing left to say
Filled up with memories Can't get them all quite right But the ones I do keep me up late at night” & dear friend of mine. & dear friend of mine. song writer, song writer, musician, musician, gone too soon, gone too soon, but in their time with us, but in their time with us, brought laughter brought laughter and light into our lives. and light into our lives.
