the song bird

this is one of the first poems i wrote...i don't clearly remember why i wrote it...i think it might have been to show off...hahaha...no actually...i used to write all my poems for the last stanza back then. not that it's anything impressive or anything...but this is what i wrote before i decided to devote my time to writing about potty and its underscored importance in our lives.

the song bird.

raise those souls from the blessed creek
and let them flow in time
the olden days now lost we seek
unreal but they were mine

gilded cages built with love
bleeds the bird beneath the noon day sun
the flying dream was just a lying dove
slaves of slaves, masters of none

the thirst of pain in happy days
the glee in molten death you found
set the land all ablaze
let the war drums sound

bring me back those times of old
and let the souls now flow
the past is gone but old is gold
these moments you let go

the end will come in shades of grey
when winter fills with rage
the bird will fly yet one day
and leave behind his cage
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i just found this in "my documents" i don't usually keep stuff there...except mp3's. so how do you run off with a soggy front? we'll see...because this is uncomfortable. do you really think that was worth remembering???

martin pale...in dimrill dale.