joi, 21 martie 2013

I'm still in jail.
I thought my serving time was over,
but no. I'm still in jail.
Still in chains and fetters
and how they hurt
and crush my bones!
I'm still confined
to look at vertical horizons

marți, 5 martie 2013

A prayer for the ones
who believe themselves to be free
and in thinking they are free,
become blind to the fetters
that shackle them.

There is no sun outside the cave,
only electric light bulbs,
and trees in clay pots
and flowers that die in glass vases.
There is no truth outside the cave,
and no freedom.
And if there were,
they would be breathing
on life support machines.