Captivity of Circumstance

Captivity of circumstance,
Locked in a tango dance;
The circle closes in,
And pain buried within;
Tin can, microphone, megaphone...
Tone deaf, starry night shone;
Feint left, joust right,
Verbal sword is my birthrite;
The bottle - plastic and glass,
See straight through your ass.

Inspired Revelations

The canopy of tress,
Cloud the view to memories;
Flourishing branches,
Lonely soul wanders and watches;
To protect or conceal,
Sunlight pokes through to reveal;
Roots deep,
Secrets and secrets to keep;
Layers of truth unveiled,
The ship of salvation has sailed.