Post by moseley on Jul 1, 2013 14:58:00 GMT -6
Open all the windows, let the parrots out of their cages,
their song was never meant to be sung into this house
and though they might not make it too long in Canada
this summer air might let them fly high and find a meal
for an owl in a colorful scared bird, way outside its usual domain
they never really spoke to you, but you spoke to them
and though they did listen, these words were not theirs
and they all may die from where they are from,
but most never know from where they have been,
too often a metal spoked prison for a crime they did not commit
but rather because they are perhaps colorful
and seem bemused with us, we take them in
thinking we have done good, but this good is only the feeling
we get of presuming that it is we who have done the owning..
Let down your hand my dear, drop that ring into the gutter
because that is not your name and never have we talked of the history
of what has been done, but we follow this history
each and every one, somehow making a new statistic
of how many walked out that door, after crossing a threshold
could not hold them long enough in some exaggerated four letter word
we never quite got the etymology of, but we then
in our unknowingness have made ourselves the authors and authorities
by majority on all these things, we can then be sure
of all that we never were certain of....
Put down that cross, let your hands heal of all their hammering
wail not upon that wall anymore because it cannot fall down
and you have been beaten long enough, oh sinner that you are
born into some abandonment of rules, as if at once we understand
the imposition of the inquisition will show us all to be failing in belief....
I walked through that wall, felt my hands in the air of a cold Virginia winter
and saw my breath rising from my mouth with every exhale as if I were filling all the clouds
and then I run across the field, across the street, across the way,
I run with the ripping razors of cold biting at my ears and feeling a sting in my eyes
and I will lift off, I will rise from the heat of all this fuss and fume
and taste the sun on my tongue after it melts a snowflake and I find a way
to eat it all down, like a rocket, aiming straight for my unseen star
if I might if I may, in some way, this broken body can move just fast enough
I will show gravity the other end of my stature, above all the clouds I make
in this kingdom in the sky, burning brightly as I may
before the glass window wakes me, trapped in a room, in a house so safe
in a way so cozy, in air so conditioned, how comfort kills the mighty flame
where these four words are impossible to say
I am my own...
turn on the tv and find just the right channel to ride off into the blue light sunset,
blue light so bright, today and tonight
special
their song was never meant to be sung into this house
and though they might not make it too long in Canada
this summer air might let them fly high and find a meal
for an owl in a colorful scared bird, way outside its usual domain
they never really spoke to you, but you spoke to them
and though they did listen, these words were not theirs
and they all may die from where they are from,
but most never know from where they have been,
too often a metal spoked prison for a crime they did not commit
but rather because they are perhaps colorful
and seem bemused with us, we take them in
thinking we have done good, but this good is only the feeling
we get of presuming that it is we who have done the owning..
Let down your hand my dear, drop that ring into the gutter
because that is not your name and never have we talked of the history
of what has been done, but we follow this history
each and every one, somehow making a new statistic
of how many walked out that door, after crossing a threshold
could not hold them long enough in some exaggerated four letter word
we never quite got the etymology of, but we then
in our unknowingness have made ourselves the authors and authorities
by majority on all these things, we can then be sure
of all that we never were certain of....
Put down that cross, let your hands heal of all their hammering
wail not upon that wall anymore because it cannot fall down
and you have been beaten long enough, oh sinner that you are
born into some abandonment of rules, as if at once we understand
the imposition of the inquisition will show us all to be failing in belief....
I walked through that wall, felt my hands in the air of a cold Virginia winter
and saw my breath rising from my mouth with every exhale as if I were filling all the clouds
and then I run across the field, across the street, across the way,
I run with the ripping razors of cold biting at my ears and feeling a sting in my eyes
and I will lift off, I will rise from the heat of all this fuss and fume
and taste the sun on my tongue after it melts a snowflake and I find a way
to eat it all down, like a rocket, aiming straight for my unseen star
if I might if I may, in some way, this broken body can move just fast enough
I will show gravity the other end of my stature, above all the clouds I make
in this kingdom in the sky, burning brightly as I may
before the glass window wakes me, trapped in a room, in a house so safe
in a way so cozy, in air so conditioned, how comfort kills the mighty flame
where these four words are impossible to say
I am my own...
turn on the tv and find just the right channel to ride off into the blue light sunset,
blue light so bright, today and tonight
special
