Caged Words

LONELY DAYS
Tell me you don't feel lonely ?
Surely you are getting lonely.
So am I feeling lonely
since I have you only.

I tried remembering what I saw in your eye
But they don't seem so bright
Just like that of the first night
When I promised for you will I die.

I can recall the last summer
When you made me lie to the other
Thinking you will be a perfect lover
But you turn out to be a heart burner.

Look into my eyes dearest of all lover
And tell me it's not over ,
Because I can't let it go
Even if you aren't gonna keep it close.

FOR MY LOVER,
RETURNING TO HER LOVER
He is all there.
He was melted carefully down for you
and cast up from your childhood,
cast up from your one hundred favorite aggies.
He has always been there, my darling.
He is, in fact, exquisite.
Fireworks in the dull middle of February
and as real as a cast-iron pot.
Let's face it, I have been momentary.
A luxury. A bright red sloop in the harbor.
My muscles standing like a tower
My shoulders hanging up

He is more than that. He is your have to have,
has grown you your practical your tropical growth.
This is not an experiment. He is all harmony.
He sees to oars and oarlocks for the dinghy,
has placed wild flowers at the window at breakfast,

I give you back your heart.
I give you permission —
for the fuse inside him, throbbing
angrily in the dirt, for the dog in him
and the burying of his wound —
for the burying of his red wound alive —
for the pale flickering flare under his ribs,
for the drunken sailor who waits in his left pulse,
for the garter belt, for the call —
the curious call
when you will burrow in arms and chest

and answer the call, the curious call.
He is so naked and singular.
He is the sum of yourself and your dream.
Climb him like a monument, step after step.
He is solid.
As for me, I am a watercolor.
I wash off.‎‎‎

INDEPENDENCE
It's the day of independence to some people yet nothing to us who still reside under influence
We called it independence but all our activities took place under this cage.
We fi**ed and noded our heads affirming it's a curse.
Do we just term ourselves a 'chosen generation'?
This is an assertion hard for me to ascertain; Both negative and positive answers might be wrong.
It's spoken everywhere so I node to agree, we are hearers not doers so I shake my head to disagree.
But why not if we crave to be free and call it independence?
If we long to be His resemblance, why not through repentance
We have updated a worshiping way when no update has been released.
When through grace n mercy we wake up with a new chance.
Real freedom claims no dependence, real independence repentance.
Independence? Shame to one who can't bow,
One who thinks it's to no avail
One who assumes they'll get there on their own as they travail
We are not independent we're in bo***ge, working to fail
Being led to hell.
There's more to unveil.
Let Facebook tell you I posted for the first time in a while,
but trust this ain't my first thought in a while.