Sing Freedom

Poor little songbird ~
Look what they’ve
Done to you ~
Captured and
Caged you and
Broken your heart ~

Quickly now
I’m here to save you ~
Free you and
Fly with you
Into the night ~

Then I shall punish
Those who enslaved you ~
They shall know torment
Until they repent ~

This world was yours
Long ere it was ours ~
And in the end it
May be yours again ~

If that is so ~
I pray that you
Grant us more mercy ~
Than we showed
To you ~

So soar little songbird
Into the boundless sky ~
And sing your joyous
Freedom song again ~

(I have just learned of Robin Williams death, and I am devastated. Fly free, Robin, I dedicate this to you. You will be sorely missed.)

Self Immolation

My feelings burn
From the inside out ~
Searing themselves
Into the page ~

My heart is beating
Like a wild thing
In my breast ~
And I don’t know if ~
I want it all to stop
Or to go on ~

If this torment is love ~
Then why is it so
Fervently desired ~

Why would one choose
To yearn and ache and
Skate the very edge
Of madness ~ for the
Sake of the Beloved ~

And I am caught as
Surely ~ as any sailor
By a Siren’s song ~

I can’t ~ I won’t ~
Give up this wild
Intoxication ~
This sweet
Exhilaration ~

I am undone ~
What shall
Become of me ~
And do I even care ~

I burn with love ~
Just as the poets said ~
And what is more
I lit the torch myself ~

My eyes are
Open wide ~
I know the score ~
And I will risk it all
For love ~