Poetry by Jesus Murillo

Blue Bird

By Jesus Murillo

Blue bird can’t you see

Blue bird won’t you be

Blue bird in a cage

Was captured for his rage

 

Freedom was lost

Then came his pain

Thoughts of an eternity

In a cage to remain

No longer able to fly

Makes him feel insane

But this is a story

Of everything to gain

 

Blue bird can’t you see

Blue bird won’t you be

Blue bird in a cage

Was captured for his rage

 

Early on the rise

Misery on the mind

Losing his feathers

Of every kind

Thinking far back

Of how he was so blind

Wishing he had

A button to rewind

Just a will to survive

With lots to unwind

Makes a promise to himself

His freedom he will find

 

Blue bird can’t you see

Blue bird won’t you be

Blue bird in a cage

Was captured for his rage

 

All alone

Perched on his seat

Pecking his apple

His daily treat

Feeding his hope

Pushing his dream

Envisioning himself

On a new scene

Chirping and laughing

Smiling away

Thankful there will be

Tomorrow another day

 

Blue bird can’t you see

Blue bird won’t you be

Blue bird in a cage

Was captured for his rage

 

Now he sings to himself

What’s in his soul

Rockin’ side to side

On this here pole

Longing to stretch his wings

And fly so high

Look back at his cage

And say goodbye

 

Blue bird can’t you see

Blue bird won’t you be

Blue bird in a cage

Was captured for his rage

 

The epiphany came

With a bit of a wage

No longer suffering

But advanced in age

Ironic to say

He thought back to his rage

Realized this was

What put him in a cage

Finally came the day

He conquered his rage

For this is what led

To unlocking his cage

 

Blue bird began to see

Blue bird began to be

Blue bird found the key

To set himself free

Missin’ Our Moments

By Jesus Murillo

 

I’m missin’ all the time

I used to spend with you

I’m wishin’ all the time

Our love stays true

Awesome are the days

Sweeter the nights

Remembering our visits

My lips you would bite.

 

Missin’ all our moments and missin’ all our ways.

Wishin’ all the time, for our better days.

 

How many times

Do I pop up in your head?

Am I the first when you wake,

And last when you go to bed?

I love it how you get

So blushy, blushy red.

Just with that look

Nothin’ needs to be said.

You have the cutest eyes

And a lovely nose.

Can’t wait to caress

Your face with a rose.

Touch on your body

While you wiggle your toes.

Take your mind places

Nobody goes.

 

Missin’ all our moments and missin’ all our ways.

Wishin’ all the time, for our better days.

 

Nibble on my ear

With my hands around your waist.

My tongue on your neck

And I’m lovin’ the taste.

Such are the feelings

I’ve always chased.

Now I have them with you

And they’re properly laced.

You never seem to fail me

You always listen.

The thought comes to my head

As we’re still kissin’.

These are just a few

Of the things I’m wishin’.

With a reminder of some moments

That I’m missin’.

Our Future

By Jesus Murillo

 

We rise and mobilize

Against what we know are lies

So our future never dies

 

Portrayed as a threat to the unforeseen

Unaccepted, yet we have an American dream.

Don’t you know, for generations we picked your greens?

Contribute to the economy, while living on minimal means.

 

To what do we deserve such treatment?

A cruel mindset that’s truly bent

 

Closing the door in our face.

Show me otherwise, but this seems to be about race.

 

Such a bully mentality, egotistic brutality.

And what a mystery, it always happens to be

Towards a class of minority.

 

And I’m supposed to respect the leader of the free world?

All over the news pushing his blog.

But all I read are the traits of a demagogue.

 

How do we show our value and worth?

To a man whose had it good since birth.

Business first, morals last on his turf.

He’s never tasted the sweat from struggle on this earth.

 

Speaking propaganda about the caravan.

Can’t you see the pain in their country, man?

Unfortunate people living in a danger zone.

And you deny them a chance at building a home.

Then activate the military to shoot them in the dome.

 

This comes at the heels of family separation.

I thought you were in office to rebuild a nation?

Empathy and compassion can get you appreciation.

Just understand we don’t come to the U.S. for a vacation.

 

Peek through our lens with your own eyes.

A working class with whom to humanize.

Realize, our future never dies.

THIS I EMPHASIZE.

Jesus Murillo F70343

Pelican Bay State Prison

PO Box 7500

Crescent City, CA 95532

Thanks for your interest in my writings. May they stimulate sentiments of love, peace, mental freedom, and ignite your social activism for justice in our nation. I’ve been incarcerated since 2008 and although I began this journey on a dark path, it’s not how it will end. I’ve discovered a profound power in education, writing, and giving back to others. Currently I’m pursuing degrees in Sociology/Business, with ambitious goals to eradicate the criminality that’s plagued my family. As well as start my own greeting card company utilizing poetry and art by incarcerated people. I’m also honored to be a curriculum writer for “Hustle 2.0,” a rehabilitative program that teaches character development, entrepreneurship, employment skills, and a path to freedom for the incarcerated population. Most importantly, I’m a devoted husband and proud father.