Mustangs they are, wild horses who need gentling
Like Firestorm, where it took two hours to get him to walk three feet
         to a post
Dusty Levi’s, chaps and a whole lot of patience is what it takes coax
         these babies into bonding with the wranglers, who are penned
         up too
You see, they’re short-termed, non-violent offenders at this
          minimum security prison in the high desert south of Reno
Which is why they can all relate
Learn to be good citizens and not try to buck the system
Together in the bruising, blazing heat
Building trust, creating camaraderie
Getting to the point you can touch, pet, ride them
Working towards adoption day when the general public
Will trot them off to their new lives
The trainers and the mustangs having learned new skills
The world becoming a better place
Men and their mustangs achieving peace

thursday, july 21th 2016

Le même endroit, la même saison
Le même regard, la même passion
Je me demande comment tu fais
Pour réveiller des sentiments oubliés

Cet envoûtement est peut-être propre aux soirées d'été
Je pense plutôt qu'il faut t'accuser
Il s'est produit quelque chose de beau, de lent
D'immatériel et de sincère apparemment

Tes iris paraissent neutres et insensibles,
Moi j'y lis toute l'attention possible
Que tu voues au Monde et à l'univers
En espérant en faire partie, moi, ta prisonnière

I built walls around
my heart
made of cement and steel.
You brought the hammer and chisel and the saw.
You freed me from the prison
I built so long ago.

I don't have enough time
To forgive you
I know it has been months
But I have been busy
So I set it aside
Hoping the days till your release would be long
But here we are with only 14 left
and I can't even see a picture
of you without wanting to burn it
because you burned me
in more ways than I can count
and call me what you want
but forgiveness doesn't come that easy
not even from your daughter

Our minds are a prison but the difference between yours and mine is I built my bars. Others built yours.

What can be worse than being an inmate
A life of jealousy, we like to intimidate
We don't love ourselves so we try to imitate
Only to break out with a mind that can liberate

We are free!
We live in the land of opportunity,
With multicultural integrated communities,
Thank you elders for preaches, speeches of unity;

But now............;
I am sad, sad, sad, sad, sad;

The innocent live in a electronic prison,
And worst, some are slaves to the nation;

2017 the clink of the chain is replaced with a silent hum,
Even the whir of the brain computer interface machine disappears in the atmosphere glum;

We don't hear or see chains drag and clink,
As the imprisoned human's walk in sync,
The mainstream public unaware do not have a chance to bethink,

A spokes person will arise through the new generation,
With peaceful preaches, speeches to each Royal monarch,
And member's of Parliament to abolish electronic restraint's.

Trapped on my pedestal lofted up high, shrouded by darkness, dreaming of sky, let me dance for you're enjoyment, let me pirouette and spin, release me from my prison it's you're jewelry box I'm in.