Caged Bird

BY MAYA ANGELOU

A free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wing
in the orange sun 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.

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You’re Free to Soar

You were an angel in training;

You conquered the harsh terrains of the Earth – both physically and spiritually,

Your time here was neopolitan’d with high mountain tops of love, peace and joy;

These loving, blissful, joyful times were put in your path to give you rest,

So you could reconnect with your soul,

Your love for life and those around you carried an innate knowledge of the afterlife;

You’re free from your body and your training is over,

You’ve found your spirit;

You’ll soar with your giant, angelic wings,

You’ve made your highest calling: to love unconditionally,

We’ll never forget;

We’ll reconnect through eternity,

Your soul is free;

Free as the love you showed all of us,

You’re free to soar.

To Elizabeth who held an intense, loving sparkle in her eyes. Who had a strong, quiet confidence – and who could read between the lines of what you said and what you didn’t. We’ll love you forever xo

I Am: One

The wind I breathe,

It’s connected to the storms,

The sun I feel,

It’s my soul shining in the night,

My stains of red,

They’re my love,

Dripping,

Oozing with my every breathe,

My bones are stones,

Formed from volcanic explosions,

The Earth’s inner core,

It’s my energy,

Uncontainable, uncontrollable,

I spin with the night,

I am,

The Earth,

The moon,

The stars,

They are my body,

They flow through me,

And fill my heart with every part of who I am,

I am,

Part of the cycle,

I was here before,

I will live forevermore,

And these memories,

They’ll hang from my neck in a locket,

I’ll hold and cherish them,

As life’s longest lesson,

They’ll be in the depths of my soul,

As another universe,

Guiding me,

Like a beacon in the night,

I am,

I am,

One.

A Maniacal Nature

We are the sons and daughters of the most on high,

Our backs are bruised from the lashes of the night,

With our steps we conquer the daylight,

Stomping, sweating, forgetting our poor tired bones,

We seethe as we bite into flesh,

Death, we see you for what you are,

All of this, it’s made up,

We’re living in a dream, a fantasy,

Our lives are but a breath compared to eternity,

This, this is not what we’re here for,

We’re here to serve, to protect,

Stand up for what we believe,

Find our core purpose,

Stand against what hurts us,

Love those around us, deeply, passionately,

Hand in hand we’ll change the world,

And then we’ll exhale,

Leave this dream,

Soar with the eagles,

Rip off our sleeves,

Run with the cheetahs,

Death, we know your tricks,

You’re smoke and mirrors – a facade,

You deter us from what we’re meant to seek,

True. Love.

Four fat pigs

Four fat pigs

Sitting on a kettle

One says to the other

‘Let’s get a nibble’

Of that hee-haw of a jack-ass

He ain’t got class

I laughed it all off

When I heard his riddle

About a little diddle

Hee-haw, hee-haw

Four fat pigs 

Sitting on the grass

Where’s the jack ass?

They ate him for no class

I washed my jeans

And then gave them another clean

That angina

Has been itching my Aunt Jemima

Her hanky’s

Been cranky

Ever since she had to wear

That old maid’s uniform

Them old whities

Were getting tighties

The four fat pigs took her food away

Thank heavens they all stayed
Four fat pigs 

Sitting on a fence

One says to the other

‘Let’s get some mince’

Why don’t you weigh the night away

You’re getting skinny

You’re ready for dinny

Let’s eat old Frank

For sitting on the plank

He’s been waiting for awhile

And he’s got no style

His blue turban

Hasn’t had no bourbon

Where’s his religion?

He doesn’t believe in god

So the four fat pigs ate him

For not believin’

Four fucking pigs

They took them lives away

I wished I would have shouted

When I found out they were snoutted

Those shiny gold rings

They needed a good yank

But I couldn’t bear to use my fingers

Because their gold rings stank

Instead I waited until the night

And got the biggest hose I could tank

When they weren’t looking

I said, ‘One-two-three’

I wove the hose

Through their nose rings

And tied them to a tree

Four dead pigs

I took em for a ride

Down to Ron’s car drive

I hoisted them to the biggest tower

In the city

So all could see

What four fat pigs

Could really be.

I saved the rock

The rock rolled

It drooped on the cliff

Then flicked

Sitting on the edge

Wondering if it would

Take it’s time

And sit on the rhyme

It did

But then swiftly it fell

I clenched my teeth

My neck froze

I leapt to the ground

Stretching my arm

The rock laughed its way into my hand

I was also glad

I jumped for joy.

A lily pad in space

With my arm

You will appear

With my leg

I’ll hold my stag

I’ll crunch my fear

Knowing you’re near

I’ll hold my arm high

As a bird in the sky

Why do you say

Life washed away?

My life is here

Tick-tocking in arrears

My cup runneth high

And fourty days ain’t nigh

A lily pad

I made it sad

The space canal

Went up in with bells

On and on

I sang to Ron

And he lit a cigarette

In summer’s set

I clanged my feet

To the beat

Of the jingle-jangle

Sweet summerset

The old people feared

They drew near

But I wasn’t worried

I didn’t scurry

‘Hey, Mac,’ they said.

‘Where’s your bed?’

Why waste the night away

When we can sleep today

It’s freezing cold

And we’re getting old

The lily pad in space

It set on my face

Never to be seen again

By my friends in the end.