Beautiful Liberation / Ugly Cage

(Part 1)

These are the din-filled days

of our mute lives,

unable to speak what we mean

when we are filled with manic emotions

i want to be everything for you

yet i am only a speck

in a dust storm of this lovely liberation...

i want to believe in the stories

first sight / love found

beautiful paintings of heaven inside a touch or a kiss

i wish that there is such a thing as unforgiving bliss

but ecstasy is fickle

and my love is as raw and real

as an injury to a God

like you my beautiful liberation...

 

I can dance as well as destiny

with a hook in her cheek,

and i can balance rocks on my head

like the poor girls in the wild

who know no other game...

but i am weary of the tricks

where are the skills that need my passions

where are the songs that quiet my rage

inside the arms of a wise mage

creating magic with a smile

speaking to me

deep like hurts of a child

i want only to stay free but only with you with me...

my beautiful red headed liberation

my cage with ugly chains

 

i am your prisoner

with love as my pain

with tears to hide

and roads to follow

to the end of my life... i crave the rain...

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[Emily B]

Edgar Lee Masters says in his poem "Silence"

But if he could describe it all
He would be an artist.
But if he were an artist there would he deeper wounds
Which he could not describe.

And maybe it doesn't have a thing to do with what I've just read. But maybe, maybe it means something.