Caged Bird

For a bird cannot fly

covered up and put to bed

blinded by a sheet of lies.

To its right wing

fear does cling

and upon its left

hope is recoiling.

For the bird will never fly

with your finger pointing.


But this bird and society

are one in the same

with their caged wings.

You see the songs we sing

are all tied to the same chain

that holds the link to the truth

that only love can sync.


And the day will come my son

when they try

and sell you the sun.

But for now

let us run

and have a little fun

beneath the shine

of this serendipitous sun.


But this you must know my kid

Don’t ever keep your love hid

for it does no good

to keep it pinned

to a tree lost so deep

in these woods

in which we sleep.


For now the rain is close

and it’s time it had begun.

But not to worry

there is no need to hurry.

For I have these umbrellas

I spun with my words

and a love

sometimes a bit overzealous.

For it’s hate they will shield

to the schism we shall yield.

So let us dance

in this rain of love

while waiting for the reign

of a thousand morning doves.


And another thing

my precious little king

thou shall not kill with anything

but that which

is kin to kindness.

For I, myself

have seen it open the eyes

of spiritual blindness.


For this bird

to soar with hope

above a lost society

that shall come

more able to cope.

It must fly as free

high above the seas

feathered in the faith

that lives in the loyalty

within all of humanity.


So now is the time

to allow this life a bit of rhyme

that we must let this bird go

for its the only way

this world will finally see

it’s own entitled ego

swollen so shut

while the light of love

will once again

rise from the ashes

built by the dust of us.


And maybe

that bird will sing

a song of spirituality

and songs about love

as being the only dream

meant to let

your caged bird

fly so free.

BeLove © 2018










My roots are buried in the Dirty South. I grew up learning the importance of God and Southern Charm. I began writing in my late teens mostly through heartbreak and music. I moved out west 15 years ago and live right around the corner from the Fountain Of Youth. Most people refer to it as Lake Tahoe. I play Chef during the day and search for ways to save the world by night, through reading, writing, and believing. I enjoy the side of life that is less abrasive. I look forward to joining you on my quest through Spiritual Sobriety with the Promised Land as our ultimate destination.

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