The Creatively Frustrated

As if obsessively trained to scan Compulsively acting to inspect Her beady eyes, were no more The usual receptors Merely serving to visualize She constantly searched Her head involuntarily turned An intrusive lens, you see Can be installed anywhere Warned about web cams Skilfully performing the famous thumb test Miles away, vivid images are seen Through secretively kept satellites Intercepted conversations Recorded messages From words to movements Everything sells Yes Slaps Maps Sex Anything sells Cell phones I can fight Hidden cameras I can sight But what about those pictures That are taken from above the sky Perplexed for days, She carefully weighed A fearful life or a feared end Can cameras peek through layers of sand? She immediately shot herself Damn Wait "oh great now all the videos are being played."

At the edge of a vertical cliff, She stands tall, Wind playing havoc with her hair, Arms outstretched, Emotions tugging, pulling, wrenching. A whirlpool. There is a strange serenity, dead calm, before A violent storm. A lone eagle circles over head, Below abyss. Inflating the lungs and arching her back, Scents of earth, A part of her now, conversed. Yearning lust. Adrenaline, burning vehemence, She longed. She faces her fate, bold. A smirk, As if laughing at its face. Steadily, A deep breath. On her toes now, inclining, She jumps! Plummeting, the wind screams for her, Ecstasy. The eagle eyes her curiously, Falling still, The sun burns in protest. A little further, Mimicking a statue in mid air, Almost there, And behold! She soars! Above the eagle, above the clouds, Serenity. At peace. At last.