Skip to content
CAGED SWALLOW

CAGED SWALLOW

Songs from this cage

Category: Poetry

To the Little South African

I love you Despite what you have done to me Despite what you sometimes are I love you They say you only know you love her when… Read more “To the Little South African”

Sep 4, 2018 by Swallow

In the End

At the end, the dark will rise Over the final gasp of light before it dies But I will have gone long before Not in glory, but… Read more “In the End”

Aug 29, 2018Sep 3, 2018 by Swallow

Broken. Dead.

You reply And I weep For your words are the dead Hopeless and apathetic ash   Oh my darling, come to life! Wake up and live! How… Read more “Broken. Dead.”

Aug 26, 2018Aug 26, 2018 by Swallow

Meditation on bitches

Ah my dearest You cut the deepest For I care(d) about you the most And now I hate you the most Love and hate are never far… Read more “Meditation on bitches”

Aug 25, 2018 by Swallow

The Little Sparrow

The little sparrow flits lightly From branch to branch Fragile in its strength Barely seen at first glance   Quickly it dances Lightly it treads Perches with… Read more “The Little Sparrow”

Aug 24, 2018Aug 24, 2018 by Swallow

Shaped and Shaping

The people make the place As the place makes the people We make ourselves Whilst being made by others   Ivy upon walls grows slowly As do… Read more “Shaped and Shaping”

Aug 23, 2018Aug 23, 2018 by Swallow

Not Enough

Oh that I could love every woman! Hold them close against my chest Gather their pain in my arms Wipe their tears and shelter their tender breasts… Read more “Not Enough”

Aug 23, 2018Aug 23, 2018 by Swallow

Silence

Silence, once again A quiet knife twisting in my side Like a flame in my heart increasing my pain Hurt, then anger in my mind perpetually abide… Read more “Silence”

Aug 23, 2018 by Swallow

Remember Me

Will they miss me when I am gone? When I am stranger without a song? Will they miss me when I fade from view? Will I be… Read more “Remember Me”

Aug 23, 2018 by Swallow

Memory

I miss you I miss watching your eyes shift in uncertain patterns I miss your waddling walk and bouncing gait I miss seeing your soft skin and… Read more “Memory”

Aug 22, 2018Aug 22, 2018 by Swallow

Posts navigation

Older Posts

MYSELF:

Not yet man, no longer boy. Not strong in body, but strong in mind. Not happy, yet not depressed. Poor in wealth, rich in spirit. Young in age, old in mind. Sure of much, uncertain of more.

A strange case of  humanity I am, that is certain

WHY ME BLOG?

Catharsis, or purging, I suppose. A release of emotions to the world at large, as to contain them for much longer would mean a violent and unpleasant explosion, of  both my mind and heart….

Start a Blog at WordPress.com.
Privacy & Cookies: This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use.
To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: Cookie Policy
  • Subscribe Subscribed
    CAGED SWALLOW

    Have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.

  • CAGED SWALLOW
    View site in Reader
    Manage subscriptionsSign upLog in
    Report this content
    Collapse this bar
Loading Comments...
Design a site like this with WordPress.com
Get started