The Poetic Soul Of ÅnØmålî™...

Just A Few Excerpts From My Life... Here You Will Find My Poetry (Jumbled Thoughts Usually Written In The Heart Of Volatile Emotion I Had No Other Way To Express), A Collab Or Two, Some Of My Favorite Poems/Poets, Original And/Or Favorite Quotes...A Few Blogs/Brief Essays: Free-Style, Words That Move Me; Strike A Chord In Me, And That I Believe Could Or Should Strike Something In Others... Take Me In Slowly...I Swim The Depths Of The Soul...And I Am At Home There... ~A

My Photo
Name:
Location: Catch Me If You Can..., , United States


...Songstress.Writer.Freedom Fighter.Muse.Rebel.Actress.Prophet.Poet.Musician.Genre Bender.GOD Lover.Dichotomy.Trailblazer.World Changer. Blah, Blah, Blah...

"Art Is The Reason I Get Up In The Morning..."

By The Very Definition Of My Name, I Am Without Rules, Boundaries, Or The Confines Of This World...

"In This World, But Not Of This World"...

Simply Stated: I DON'T DO BOXES!

My Music; My Writing; Is My Soul Poured Onto Canvas. I Am Utterly Naked And Without Pretense Or Shame. To Understand It; To Truly Connect With My Words Is To Know Some Genuine Piece Of Me…Infinitely.

~ÅnØmålî~

Wednesday, June 08, 2005

Clipped Wings
(A Collab I Began w/ The Ladies Of Mocha)

CLIPPED WINGS

Someone clipped my wings and took with them my belief that we could fly…
Someone took my faith, and it’s like living in a dream waiting to die
Someone stole my hope and left me fearful, waiting for what would come next
Someone stole my mind, and left me wading, saddened, lifeless and perplexed

Someone crushed my heart, no thought given to how that would affect my life
Someone killed my dreams; in one moment, there was no hope left in sight
Someone stole my sense, my ability to make a better choice
Someone stole my rights, refused to see me or to hear my voice

Someone spoke death in my ears, not realizing the power of the tongue
Someone blessed me with a curse, not karma, just denial of the sun
Someone taught me to believe, that in our love, there’s no way we could lose
Someone said don’t make one a priority if you’re not what they choose

Someone once said all is fair in love, and all is fair in love and war
Someone also said time heals all wounds and time will even up the score
Someone helped me learn the truth, that sometimes love with all just ain’t enough
Someone disproved that theory; sometimes loving with your all is just too much

You see love had me blinded, had me crawling like a serpent in the night...
Like an eagle in the wind, my fragile spirit knew I had to take first flight...
Now I soar alone, high, above, beyond unseen forgotten plains...
Temptation had the best of me, but I know I can’t turn back again...
My wings which are my armor-bold, vivid, lucid, strong that were once clipped...
Your robust winds took me on this crazy, dreamlike, egotistical trip...
Now this journey between love and war has ended, and grey skies are passing over...
I stand one of the few...the proud...
After all you put me through...
I'm still a soldier...


- Copyright © AnOmali 101 -

0 Comments:

Post a Comment

Links to this post:

Create a Link

<< Home