I am a bird in a cage,
clipped wings, flightless,
stolen from my mother nature
your pet, in prison,
a pride catch, caught innocent
a show case to you, among your dead wood furniture.
Conceived in your mind between romantic interludes
with crowded clouds, black, gray and white,
floating aloft the roof tops,
towering snow clad white mountains,
holding hands as frozen dancers,
and the heads tearing away the boundless blue sky,
with a chilling sensation descend drizzling droplets,
pouring rain, waning, waxing showers,
turning into streaming rivers,
diving down the cliffs,
jetting water sprays and misting clouds
to the hungry woods and wetlands,
and the far away twinkling stars,
the bees, in love with the lovely flowers.
Closed eyes, led by the innate intuition instinct
inhaled the creative breeze, fresh, soothing, mind swaying.
Cried for my mother nature,
and she blessed me with bosoms,
as I s**ed the heavenly nectar of flowing emotion.
Spoke in my mother tongue, clean, clear feelings.
Sprung the expression seeds.
Nurtured in your heart.
Conceived by romantic interlude with nature,
I built fantasy palace of free flight,
severing the alphabet soup shackles
let loose from the archaic jail of the poetic tradition,
the rhyme drill, the meter walls,
feeding the grammar poison, drinking the line juice.
No more !
feed me no more artificial ingredients.
A piece of my mother nature, let me bloom in her image
Flying in boundless cosmic wonderland.