I AM SORRY!
Sometimes it gets beyond what I can control.

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I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up DOES rejoice. But still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone.
Nevertheless, you should be elated for their freedom. Because they never forget, they always remember what your intentions are - good or bad, and that of calculated blessings. In all, you will be part of their stories, and yours will also be celebrated in theirs. You just always need to remind yourself that some birds aren't meant to be caged, their feathers are just too bright.

Stephen 2025 (adapted from Shawshank Redemption 1994)

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Abeke was sold a lie,
By an Old Man with shoes and tie,
Supported by who many called the Old Wine,
Saying walk in your fine lime, and forget about the time.
They said all is twisted in fairy tales,
And as far as they know, there's no running away,
From the pain - But she was about to spake,
But was told her opinion doesn't matter anyway,
In confusion, the sleepless night dragged her to the edge of the plane,
Yet, she's enthusiastic, her sanity insane.
I mean, who says to a child that this doesn't really matter?
Remember that Abeke grew up without her father,
And a mother who tried to to pick the pieces of hers that shatter,
A non-existent split image of them, oh geez, you wonder?
In time, just like in movies, she's becoming the bitter sweet,
Sitting with the younger man, negotiating the deal,
Not knowing that he too was adopted in the treats,
Do as we told you, or forget your night meals.

To be continued...

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It gets better when we get better
This is the continuation of a start
The one we made many months ago
In what could have been, thinking
Through the differences, yet seeing
Ourselves in most things said and done.

Thrive, baby. Thrive in this all
Because the world is depending on it
And if you refuse to shine the brightest
Then it's already a doomsday,
Not prophesied, not written aloud.

This has been beautiful with you
Your smile makes me dream
Of tomorrows formed in today
As I yawn for your embrace every day

Stay wrapped in our love, Miran
Because in all tossed of coin and whistle
It will be beautiful with you,
And the little angels we would have
Praising Him above, seeking Him.

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The stars are where they shouldn't
I mean, you need respite from all
But rather than that, the sun comes
In the night, and the stars in the day

You just want to sleep it off and see
Whether there's a road to halcyon
But it's never the same yea, at all
Smiles, you will have to deal with it
Yourself, and walk the shredded farm

I mean it's hard to explain and all
What it really feels like to be away,
Yet closer to it all, with no escape in
Sight, you're probably just at the
Space X, you know that one, yea?
Like Elon's, like that little Sheldon.

Well, it's now a pattern you see
I bet the moon will come at noon
Irrespective, I am on my way up
Nonetheless, because the time will
Be up soon, and it will all make sense.

Stepsse_Kent

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He packed his thoughts in pieces
He sought the towns for treats,
I surely miss the one way ticket
But I hope he comes around, again.

Sometimes, what's prayed for
Is quite different from what's lived,
Because I have seen beggars reject
Old currencies, and a quotted peace
Thrown away for the usual chaos.

I mean, make this make sense to me,
Why put the life beside death, and
The frown right after the hysteria?
What would you do to a sold freedom?
The soldier fighting a war not seen,
I mean, what would his gun do?
Sure would his trust do likewise
My guess is, he's scarred again
But yet he won't give up fighting.

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LIBERTY BIRD

Where would he start from?
The Liberty bird on the tree
I mean, it wasn't bleak, yea
But the agony was too much
Even for the branches to bear.

The town crier cried loudly
Raising the bells to jail
Of the hunter and its prey
The one they crowded to see
The very one they parted with.

I saw him and spoke to his ears
Liberty isn't the same as freedom
While one is given with consent
One is never indulged freely.

Where will you go now?
To the wind he said
At least for the songs and hymns
A place to drop it all, at once.

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Inconspicuous

You don't need to say another
Word,
The bird is here to sing melodiously,
Again,
And as you hear the winter in her
Voice,
She must be sad and broken,
'This is the same with me.

The clowns are circling the
Circus,
Setting the dance for the dawn
Per say,
Then I guess it can be said that, this
Will count,
Between the black and white keys,
'The very lion beside the sea.

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HERE AGAIN

I am here at this time of the night
Not for the usual sighs and thoughts
But I am here for the silence and you
The very reasons I came here
In the beginning, that very first time.

I know you probably want me sleeping
But what can I do or say to a thinking
Mind, putting Thursdays in weekends
And Fridays for the elongated week

I wonder again how your face
Is when you sleep, I ponder on the
Need to get us back, to that very first time
When I planted kisses on your forehead,
Hoping that you wouldn't be awake to the pain
But to a relieved mind, filled with thoughts
And love, soaked in rivers of embrace.

I think the sleep is finally coming
I hope it's not like a crowded desert again
Because if it was, I would be angry, angry
That I had to leave here with a full pen
Knowing that I could have said more words
To caress your heart, so that you can
Fall in love with me, with us, all over again.

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The First Deep Breath,

Finally, the boat has reached the shore
For the very first time, she has seen freedom
But she didn't do it alone by herself
She had her crew, her banners, and sails.
So has been the journey with you in it
The rushing seas and the calming waves
And yea, you are my Muse in this tiny space
That very purple heart that came
With the draper of May, after it had
Sold out its fine grains for the season.
I know, I know we can be Mangoes in code
The very silly game that only us understands,
I am not promising a perfect life, however,
Just like the Captain shouting the aye aye
I will be with us, holding the wheel, shouting,
Working together with our infants groomed
In the way to go, in what they should follow.
And then when the time comes finally
We can both price out those yearns and maybes
And finally say, it is indeed a journey of breath,
The psalms and strings, the corals and patience.

Thank you Muse.

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