Because I'm a little too tired
To care about your new boy.
So I'll say I'm glad
But really I'm just numb.
I'm sorry.

Motivated by the light
I sit in the darkness and plan my escape,
the lighter reminds me of the sun.
I drift off to a faraway land,
it is always sunny here.

Your like a star, keeps on shining through the night
like a rainbow, glowing after the rain
Just like a guitar, strumming into my heart
and a sweet melody of a baby's lullaby
like a natural scent of an autumn
and like the sun, warms into my heart...

Run me fast between the trees,

Fly me high, let me be.

Lonely heart move fast and free

Don’t you dare slow down me.

Poems about women  
Spills of passion  
Flow from anger  
Burst from love  
Gather dust in libraries  
Find homes in back pockets  
Adorn bulletin boards.  

Counting poems  
About women,  for women  
Is endless    
Reams of works  
Billow forth  
From crazed minds of men  
Hourly,  daily, weekly

Small wonder  
This gentle ***  
Incomprehensible,  
Entices, enchants
  
Fill pages with thoughts of her  
Ease all tension, write

A free bird leaps on the back
Of the wind and floats downstream
Till the current ends and dips his wing
In the orange suns rays
And dares to claim the sky.

But a BIRD that stalks down his narrow cage
Can seldom see through his bars of rage
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
Of things unknown but longed for still
And his tune is heard on the distant hill for
The caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
And the trade winds soft through
The sighing trees
And the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright
Lawn and he names the sky his own.

But a caged BIRD stands on the grave of dreams
His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with
A fearful trill of things unknown
But longed for still and his
Tune is heard on the distant hill
For the caged bird sings of freedom.

I have stood on this edge

between soul and circumstance

between sun and storm

where scars and ink

circle the night

in a silent prayer

of love

and compassion

moved by the mystery  

the silk wings

of a sunshone ray

guided by the whisper

of the poetic moon

where the spirit moves gently

to the kiss of

freedom ~





Copyright © 2012 Robin Amaral