I don’t own you…
And I think that is so beautiful
I watch you dance and prance on the stage of life
You are so fascinating
You are your own person
How could I ever keep you caged like a bird?
The caged bird sings but you sing even louder when you are free to roam
I won’t be the one to bind you.
Run
Run free
Make me proud to be in this maze with you
It’s a quiet afternoon in my homestead.
Rain patters on the window glass.
The window is so awash with rain I cannot see what is beyond it, out there…
I see lights. It’s something almost resembling Van Gogh’s starry night.
I hear the sound of running water and the clang of dishes together in the sink.
Everything is still.
Dinner will be ready soon so there is no need to fuss.
A movie plays on screen, where it is also raining.
Then suddenly, a flash of lightning strikes and I await the thunder but all that follows is the increasing noise of rain outside.
It seems the mood is perfectly set.
I’m not thinking about anything. Not thinking about what I will do tomorrow or what I have done today. It’s just now.
I’m here for the now.
Host: Gooood moooorning everybody. It’s another day here in the studio. I got my man with me, spinning nothing but heat. But first we’re going to take some requests. Going to the phones in 3…2…1…
Host: Hey you’re on the line caller number 1! Let’s hear it! What do you wanna listen to today?
Caller: Man you always have such good heartbreak jams. I just got my heart broken by the love of my life.
Host: Ouch! Sorry to hear that caller number 1. Can we get your name so everybody knows who you are out there?
Caller: Yeah, my name’s Malik.
Host: Malik just got his heart broken everybody. Welcome to The Lonely Hearts Club. This is my favorite segment on the show. Nothing but tear jerkers. Malik! I got you my man! Anything else you want to say to the people out there?
Caller: Just this: Angelica, I know you’re listening. Just wanted to say… **** you!
Host: Ooooh… did you bleep that? Malik I think that’s all the time we have for today. Thanks for calling into the show… I really hope everything works out.
Malik: (sniffling)
Host: Malik? Alright thanks for calling in. First we’re going to go to a commercial break everybody then we’ll be right back. You’re listening to WRTR Real Talk Radio and I’m your host! It don’t get realer than this. Keep it locked.
Lift me up!
Carry me!
I float on a cloud of insecurities and disconcertment
This vehicle no longer serves me
I need a new means of transportation
I hear of a fancier cloud where less thought is given to your immediate circumstances
One where music’s soul bonds with one’s own and the immediate scenario is one of dreams
I don’t know if I can afford such a cloud.
For now, would you help balance me so that I can gain my composure?
Maybe one day I will reach higher, much higher, in the clouds…
It’s very clear that I love you
We’ve had our moments
But in one dream I am taking care of you, keeping you out of harm’s way
In another I am telling you that I forgive you
For everything
You are so close yet so far away
I miss the old you
I remember when we used to play and there were no worries
Now it seems that everyday you’re involved in a new drama
But you won’t involve me in your life
Oh how I wish things could go back to the way things were
Maybe they never will
Just know that I will continue loving you
Despite the circumstances
Artistic Apathy 