Lately I've been comparing people to birds and relationships to cages.
We often try to lure the birds to our cages by using secrets, gossip and materialistic things (seldomnly I hope).
And when the birds are in our cage we shut the door without a second thought. We trap our beautiful birds and think that they'll be happy when we feed them love, advice, laughter and other sweet sounds. Sadly, we don't feed them the sweetest of the feelings : freedom. And by freedom I don't mean pushing them out of the cage and forcing them to fly far away because you can't bare the thought of not having them to yourself. Freedom is leaving the cage door open, so if they hear a more melodious laughter in the neighbours house they may go and hear it as they please. And it also means that you'll be dancing along instead of trying to sing louder and better. Because birds, as pretty as they are to have around, are built with wings to fly around the world. And what a pleasure it would be to know that out of all the sounds in the world, your bird came back by choice?

On empty today runs my so called devotion,
even if my emotions are still quite deeper than the ocean.
I guess I was basically chosen
in this moment I was chosen
to be frozen.
Into my very soul
my greatest love has been interwoven.
who knows me better than I do ?
The answer is suppose to be not one.
One slip of the tongue could leave me completely undone.
The insanity of it all has already begun.
I am so ******* spun.
I leave everyone on stun.
I keep on repeating my mistakes like I am a ******* rerun.
I reinforce my rules with my shotgun.
You can not ******* fix me because believe it or not I am not that kind of broken.
My inner beast has already been awoken.
I am waiting on the implosion
that's going to break me wide open.
Everything else from me has been stolen
I guess I will go see what's up with all this commotion I  stepped outside and I went into a convulsions
the fire burned from several white hot explosions.
**** that I had almost forgotten that quite fatal are my ******* emotions

I remember well when I learned that  it doesn't lessen the pain if you allow the tears to fall since then it has been almost 20 years and I now seldomnly do I cry at all.  im a perfect  **** up  that's  perfectly ****** up  and I fall right back into yesterday but I was ****** up then too so it's quite okay.

desperately I am seeking solace and salvation. I need to be released from this Hell of my own creation. I tried to take step back so could assess the situation. I know that I'm seeking life changing transformation although I cannot offer any kind of explanation.

I haven't yet quite forgotten that I am indeed a bad *****.
I don't ******* like it when I have to flip that switch
I pray it all goes off without a ******* hitch.
**** sure don't need to be trapped inside of another ******* glitch.

I was taught better than the way I sometimes react  truthfully in fact
against me all the odds have been stacked II brace myself for the impact. Praying I will come out of this unscathed  integrity intact I
things aren't quite what I am used to but I'll adapt. Even if I almost snapped
when I realized I was being ******* laughed at.  
I no l longer have to live like  that.
I have no reservations about ******* fighting back


The things that once I did actively pursue  now are what gives me chase
Uthey catch up so quickly it's like I am running in place. I am always falling so **** far from this side of that saving grace that i am constantly just trying to save face.

A sinner faithless trapped in a time that is fadeless God he is so gracious even when we have been  side stepping our destined greatness thankful  to still be in his good  graces. With the ghosts  for the heroes I traded I could be trading places

Painted faces
Vacant spaces
Fatal cases
Faded pages
Lost hope
Exhaust smoke
glass bowl
or whole
Flowers grow
powers flow
Hours ago      
Our soul
Family's position
Family decision
Family's addiction
Family tradition