Thursday, April 15, 2010
If I Don't Write I Might Go Wild
A cat confined to a small cage
is gonna build up a lotta rage
Frothing at the mouth to get out
she is gonna fume and flail about
Holding her down works not
for she has already been caught
Taking away the home she knew
offering her hope far and very few
Giving herself very brief respite
to catch her own self in mid flight
Mindful of a stranger offering food
sometimes she's prone to be crude
Sticking fine claws into open hand
drops of blood fall upon hot sand
Creature misunderstood by so many
more polished than the prettiest penny
Viewed by tourist from world afar
known by only those who truly are
Ahead of her time and so alone
chewing upon an age old bone
Dishonored and left for wild
Abandoned as a young child
Raised by a heart full of dreams
Born without material means
Taught herself to write the wrong
singing her lonely minstrel's song
Fending for many at an unearthly age
unconscious others put her in a cage
Hurt by those who feigned to love her
watch her roar after you make her purr
Sure-footed and finding her own way
beware our you may be her feast, today!
Am I pissed? You bet.
So many dirty moles who are so fearful to get their hairless heads wet.
Asking me questions you would not believe about a loving life I did so receive ... because I do the inner work , while they play on the outside.
A cat and mouse game.
No more getting caught ...