What part of my experience are you?

Oh these things we're capable of doing

While we sleep in a hive of animation

Yes indeed you're a strange sensation!

Out in the cold
Out cold

Frozen

Deep in slumber
None to tend

Encumbered  
Home-“ less

Up all night!
Playing poetry
Writing my guitar
Today I’ll be
A falling star..

Oxymoronic
The caffeinated paradox

Confined within rusty iron bars
Grounded eternally to hop and trip
Wishing to fly into Heaven’s starry bower
A bird beats her wings in vain
Voicing her anguish in tremulous trills

There is hunger at every tip of her feather
To fly and flutter through the pathless air,
Piping melodious tunes to drown the earth,
Seeing lands never eyed by anyone before

Nursing her dreams, she beats her wings again
To reach a place where the soul sings
Alas! The clamor of her beating resounds
And she falls asleep exhausted!

In her sleep, her desires limp back
She dreams of shooting into higher altitudes
Becoming a speck among fleecy clouds

As these scenes crowd her vision,
Sculpting sweet images,
She beats her wings again
To feel tired and feeling tired to fall asleep
And in sleep to dream again.....!

Though time has built
an
endless warp
of
suffering and pain
the
ancient dust of Africa
is
breaking down the chain
can you hear
the
winds of change
shifting
through the brain
the
ancient dust of Africa
makes
diamonds
in
the
falling
rain

Between the typos of your lines
I could clearly see your divine
Naked as the ****** birth
Broken contact introvert

You touched me just the same
In a place that has no name...