For lack of the sun
The yellow flowers became
The light of today

lacerations grip her neck signaling her halo once fell
bruises come and go like nomads in the night
little silent assassins lick her from head to toe
little poker players bet their wages on her body
oh, but that dress hanging off her shoulders
and that smile
behind her respirator says everything is okay
everything is okay

I fly through the world with my head in the breeze.
I live in the burrow of the tallest tree,
My haven, my guardian, my sanctuary.

The other birds flaunt their feathers like lights,
And whisper their dark secrets into the depths of the night.
With my blessed song I make the choice
To say the bright qualities of others.

I might not have the bright feathers of a peacock
Or the brown of the African crane,
But I have things about me that put me different from the same.

I pray to God five times a day and say the things I need to say.
I thank him for my beautiful ballad
And sleep throughout the bland afternoon.

I find my peace of mind by expressing
Myself through song and speech.
My tune danced out of the peak
Of my bright yellow peak.
I feel the power of nature when I
Fly from tree to tree.

I always make sure to do my best
When life strikes me with tests,
And make the most of everyday.
I love gathering berries and roots
To bring back home to my family.

I fly through the world with my head
in the breeze.
Feeling the gentle sway of wind through
my feathers.
While I sing my song, I am proud to be me,
the nightingale.

what
is
blue sky
but
the
scent of ginger
before we die

she comes alive when the liquid burns her stomach
i raise the dead when I buy her cheap whiskey

At this life we have to fight
or else we might end up getting a fright
I don't think this poem is alright
but at least I tried to do this right