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Bluebird

The Heart's Escape From Its Jailer

There’s a Bluebird in my heart that wants to get out,
But I am too tough for him. I say, “Stay In There.”
I will let no one see you. In there you will stay

Until there is no such thing as the judgment day.
As I pour whiskey on you, no feeling you share.
May the world that is outside receive me in doubt.

In my heart there’s a Bluebird that sings of the blues
Due to my strictness with him. I cannot give in
To the flushing of sorrow for sins of the past.
Cigarette smoke sedates him. My will is steadfast.
All the whores and bartenders to whom I am kin
Know not who is inside me. The Bird I’ll abuse.

Do you want to mess up everything that I am?
Stay Down There. You’re a nuisance, and I am too strong
To let you blow my book sales and lots of income.
I have so much invested in keeping you numb.
And I’m also too clever to ever be wrong.
Sing yourself into slumber. I don’t give a damn.

I’ll let him out at night only. When the world sleeps
It has no notice of him. He wants to be sad.
Back inside he goes, singing a little in there.
Having not let him die yet, we sleep as a pair
With our pact kept a secret. My oddest comrade,
The Bluebird is a teacher to me as it weeps.

A Blue Jay’s Visit

Mischievous Messenger

There can be no disturbance like that of a bird
Who’s become a winged messenger of the divine.
Like the clear sky is blue with some whiteness of cloud,
The blue jay’s colors match it. That’s why it is proud.
For your visit I’ve waited. You are a sure sign
That the words that I need to hear soon will be heard.

Petrified am I often of sudden noises
Loud and shrill, they’re a nuisance. I can’t get much done
When the country is high on bombs bursting in air.
I was there once, but this time it wouldn’t be fair
To the brave who have fallen. I celebrate none
Of the grossly ironic that life proposes.

But that damned cackling blue jay is at my front door
Making such a commotion. At first I’m annoyed
At it’s utter audacity at audio.
My first thought is that this frigging creature must go.
But then it occurs to me it must be employed
By the angels in heaven where I’ve been before.

I am told that in boldness I must carry on
And defend my position vociferously.
Time for shyness is over. I haven’t grown meek.
I am guided by spirit by now. All I seek
Is the means to remain open and completely
In the hands of divinity as is the dawn.

Never Give Up

Righteous Perseverance

One day I decided to just quit everything…
My spirituality and relationships,
My career, and life as I then knew it to be.
I went into the woods where God did speak to me
After asking, “What reason would come from your lips
As to why I should not quit? What hope will it bring?”

I was told, “Look around you. Do you see the fern
And the bamboo?” I said, “Yes,” and then I was told
They were both given good care with plenty of light,
Lots of water and nourishment. All was done right
To support and protect them from the bitter cold.
Divine providence is something they need not earn.

The fern grew rather quickly. Its rich brilliant green
Blanketed all the forest floor. From the bamboo
Came no sign of its growing. God chose not to quit.
With omnipotent intent, nature must submit
To the will of divinity. The bamboo grew
At a much slower rate, and it isn’t obscene.

After many long years the bamboo did emerge…
But somewhat insignificant. Yet within weeks
It shot up to great heights. Its roots took time to grow
And become strong for all that it would undergo
In its own unique process. That which my soul seeks
Will come not by my quitting. I can stop the urge.