Thought

There it goes

Hiding behind logic and what it knows

An idea that’s not fully formed

The thought changes and grows

Quietly lurking in a corner of my brain

Not ready to scream out its name

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The Red Traffic Light

Look at this world of mine

There are lights, and street signs

Detours and construction work

Things I never thought I’d see

Strange how life turned out to be

From the thirty minute walk in January cold

Just to get to a class and do as I’m told

To the wild dogs chasing after me

And the rain following close behind

I never thought I would find

Myself complaining about a traffic light

Where My Roots Disappear

Here lies a dream

In papers drowned by ink

Things,  even if you steel, you can never take away from me

Land I forget,  before I remember

Places where I used to belong

Earth that smelled much like I

There I lay

And awake I see

There can be another me

Immigrant in this earth but free

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(Was turning dark so I had to turn around)

My Guardian Angel

I will find you a way out

(He promised)

I will find another way

This cruel life is not what was promised

This cruel life is not where I plan to stay

Soul trapped in a body

Forgetting it’s purpose and its “why”

Spirit overtaken by a television screen

Forgetting how to fly