Oblivion Blue: The caged bird has lost her voice. The self imposed prison is made of golden bars of destabilizing fear and external perception. They are sarcastically pretty. I know in my heart of hearts that these bars that hold me immobile are WEAK. There is no stronger source than my desire no stronger source than my dertermination.I begin believing in the tangible surreal of flying again. I remember what it is to cherish flight in endless horizons of sunrises and sunsets. I see now that there is no greater heart, no bigger love, no comparable beauty, and I stop fearing SELF. It appears overwhelming in its power. I no longer fear success rather I embrace it in every aspect of life.I begin to smile, then laugh...finally today I sing. LOUDLY, UNCOMPROMISINGLY, OFF-KEY, EVER SO SWEETLY...I SING.as my voice is brighter than any sun, the bars turn from gold to chocolate..............and melt away....I fly high!!!!!LE CIRQUE; I AM incitations and ignitions of flamboyant and unrestricted thought.I AM the undisclosed secret...CHASED by the masses of many,shared w/ thee select few, and understood by even less.I AM written verses of eternal luv and passing moments of orgasmic beauty. I am soul searching conversations found in solar systems and on untainted mountains of brown skin. I am the refracted light of the sun in radiant smiles of unbending ideals.It is in the throes of passionate solitude I truly find myself.Destined to hold true to my-self truths, I AM the manifestation of accomplishment that will not allow externally imposed rules or fear to delegate my heart or actions.I am captivation; the twisted endearing emotion of pleasure pain.I am the only escape from overprocessed thought and constricted breathing.In these moments that I hunger with pangs unanswered I find completion. sanctity. serenity.I will never search again, MY JOY is myself...
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