Friday, April 6, 2007

Did it make it safe, did it arrive at your place?

The package he began… when he was just thirteen
The face he has been growing; in his growings to be seen
But the lines of the shy, heart filled wondered eyes,
Keeps dreaming dreams of cities; yet too afraid to lose sky
Too insaned, when people turn their heads as a must
And peels away at the ego for the thinness of his crust
Has been meant to stay thin; so he can feel inside the breeze
And sensatialize the brain – which splints the magic in his veins
And brings about the vision to see things in his own way
It gives him the ammunition to be him and only he –
To be true and not the servant to the plans meant for the class
(which boil in the present for they swell deep inside the past...)
To wage wars for bright new futures where his touch may mean and last,

To break bread with boundless heartbeats,
To help the others from their caste.