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Your Heart Is Not Made Of Glass – http://thoughtcatalog.com/ari-eastman/2017/04/your-heart-is-not-made-of-glass/

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CAGED BIRB

As I sought inspiration for what I anticipate will be a great morning, Maya Angelou couldn’t be any more but animate:

The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
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 fearful trill
of the 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.

by Maya Angelou

Passage of time

They say..
The passage of time will heal all wound, but the greater the loss, the deeper there cut and the more difficult the process to become whole again.
The pain may fade, the scars serve as the reminder of our suffering.. and make the bearer all the more resolved never to be wounded again.
So as time moves along, we get lost in distractions, act out in frustration, react with aggression.. giving to anger and all the while we plot and plan as we wait to grow stronger.
 And before we know it, time passes, we are healed ready to begin a new. (N.M)

SIN!


If loving you is wrong,
 then its a sin a gladly withtake.
If our present is now turing into the past,
then its a sin for I couldn’t draw it out.
If what we had is now a memory of the past,     then its a sin i couldn’t  take a stab.
If the promises we made were not for today,
then it’s a sin I couldn’t  juncture our
tomorrow.
If our love was short of time,
then its a sin i couldn’t dawdle time.
But if you were the one who caved in…
then it’s a sin you couldn’t hold out.
and a sin it shall remain.. for we only acted out an imitation.
(K.Abuya)

Upset

With all the delusions they both heard

Shame,  for its all they could have
And as they seemed to drift  away
Tears for both couldn’t try
And all that was then set.. now lays to rest
Unlike the boomerang, they weren’t coming back
What an upset remaines.. for both past and present.
… grandeur that was always up.. now set on the mud.
                                         Jeff Geoffrey