Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Feathers on the Horizon

As the majestic bird scans the horizon and fixes his gaze upon that place, the happiness he may never know, for this bird knows of the world below, thus down there he shan't go, or be killed, roasted, and served for show, so he must stare, but dares not go, or it shall be the last decision he will ever know.
Glides it does, across the night, with fearless ambition in it's eye, to capture the moment, capture the dream, and maybe capture adventure, so it may seem, but one thing is certain and one thing is true, he is capable of more then you thought he could do, because in his body lies a soul, one that burns and is never cold, one that sees the world and what it can be, a soul that burns as bright as humanity.
As upon the promised destiny, the bird flew off, both wild and free, to uphold the world's promise of a better life, and to overcome the toil and strife, he lunged out, into the open sea, but not too long later, he was shot down for a bite to eat, we remember this bird, and his bid to be free, and uncuff the shackles that effected you, him, and me.
Upon the roasting of thine meat, upon the cooking of thine feet, the smokes and ashes of freedom burn away as as the price of freedom the bird did pay, but not all is lost, for the power of dreams, can overcome obstacles a plenty, it seems, for he took a chance, he took a risk, even though the lord did not bliss, he may know rest there, in a world beyond, perhaps realizing his earth life is gone, but, it is not to say his life is nevermore, or to say he met his fate upon the distant shore, but to understand his dream forever, and why he will truly die, never.


  1. My longest work to date, it's all about the dream that never dies.

  2. please publish something someday.