FreedomFreedom began for me at death, My body still moving, Words being spoken, My essence sterile,Freedom
Freedom's deafening silence was everywhere, The Liberty Bell was not to be heard, I was told that silence is real freedom, Sit back and just let life happen,
Don't participate in disagreement, Why all the fuss, Just let us take care of you, No worries means Freedom,
At first I found Freedom difficult, So many thoughts of individual rights to expunge, So many memories of spirited debates, Silence was the only way not to insult,
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EndingsA sunrise or a sunset, A wave hello or good-bye, A tear of sorrow or joy, A Friend or a stranger walking bye,Endings
Hello is the beginning, Good-bye is the end, Moments in between these points, Messages that we send,
Endings are beginnings, The turning of a page, Sometimes eagerly sought, Seeking the dawn of a new day,
Beginnings are the start of the end, One step from the beginning is movement on a path, A destiny determined,
Mile posts to pass,
The first ending was a brief good-bye, The next a hello again, Smile
Essence GivenMisty wisps of me, Entering into you, No purpose known, I haven't a clue,Essence Given
You came to me in a time of need, I gave to you my burden of passion, You wrapped yourself in my lust, Now I am left abandoned,
The essence of love is not clear, The esence of passion is not pure, Lusty bits of sand , Grinding away at you and me,
I wait in a twilight cave, Nothing is well seen, Nothing is fully felt, All things around me are vague,
It is time to regain my sight, See your esence in the light, If not today, Maybe to
Last BreathWhen emotions die they sigh one last time, It is the struggle to stay conscious, Not wanting to sink into blackness, Wanting to remain relevant,Last Breath
One last breath is like the beat of a heart, It is an eternal sound, But unique to each owner, Once lost the beat is never heard quite the same way again,
Comfort is the way to go, No more concerns for the feelings of past times, Focusing on the present, Living for now,
Memory is the savior of lost moments, A blink of vision into the past, Replaying those moments, That you want to last.
Free Will HuntingA system built for the rich, and a "democracy" for all. Freedom, is an illusion. Masked by the ideas of the wealthy. Free will is restrained, for I cannot kill a man without punishment. So thus, I am not free. Nor are you, or you. Or even you, the white collars. The ones who steal from the rich, and return home. Nine hundred thousand dollar homes. Built on the land once healthy. City streets are but a burden to you, and some call it home. A society of hypocrisy, and a land of dishonesty. But who can I blame?Free Will Hunting
Trying New Things
Joy
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No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.
~ Bram Stoker ~
Here endeth the lesson...
R.I.P.
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