freedom

Nothing but a Fable

Happily ever after doesn’t exist.

Not when people like you also exist.

I bought myself a new suit of armor so you don’t drive another knife in my back.

I told the vendor to hold the stallion because human legs were never for aesthetic purposes.

 

I wanted to walk the face of the Earth with you using my own.

We would’ve walked more than a thousand miles together to chase the sun and avoid the night.

And I never needed to worry about my tired legs.

They built up a tolerance from walking in the coastal sand and helping me keep up with dirty dishes.

 

I told you about my demons and how quickly I am to care when I’m shown an act of kindness.

Mother always lectured me that no matter how small they may be, they are never in vain.

But there is such a thing as being too kind. There is such a thing as temptation.

The best of us cave in once, twice, or maybe more than that when we write in our diaries.

 

You were like such a book to me and I trusted you, but never did I expect that you’d defile my soul

By persuading me to partake in activities that I would never in my right mind do.

I should have recalled the fable of a girl who trusted a poltergeist that haunted a similar diary.

Had I not flee the moment I saw your true character, I would have joined her in death.

 

Looking back, I understand that diaries are the keys to starting fires and turning innocents into fugitives.

You can try with all your might to pry my mouth open to get me to spill any more beans

But my lips are staying sealed because I know who you really are and I finally learned my lesson.

You never exposed me. You only leaked a chapter that was part of a book you never read.

 

So why bother showing it to you knowing that my real friends and family will be endangered as well?

I know that a deluded man gambled away so much ammo to the vipers that he became a trainwreck.

I swear on my recurring nightmares that any answers to your questions will be used against me.

Truth and justice is a concept invented by people and after all, people do make mistakes.

 

God bless the right to remain silent.

Because even the condemned understand that its value supersedes a vault of gold

That the draconian blackjack dealers steal from the poor that desire to play with them.

Where was Robin Hood when I needed him most?

 

Flash forward to a single year and I’m now twenty-five with an art degree in hand.

I’ve spent all that time studying my ass off and avoiding the vipers that plague my past.

I was with my true friends who never give a shit about your deceit when I realized I never needed you.

Preparing for financial exams under the tutelage of a bright mathematician was like you never existed.

 

So the next time you see me, I won’t grovel on the pavement begging you to take me back.

Instead, I’ll look the other way and French kiss my new admirer in front of you.

Just to let you know that I changed for the better and you missed out on the life we could’ve had.

I am fortunate to understand that your absence last summer turned out to be a blessing in disguise.

 

I dare you to call me an idiot again!

I dare you to call me a chicken!

I dare you to say that I’m going down

While you hide behind the blackjack dealers that love you for show!

 

There’s always someone out there willing to give you a taste of your own medicine anyway.

How did it feel when even Discordia didn’t want anything to do with you?

Was it salty and sour like your attitude and your deceit?

Cavities caused by the consumption of these candies are a pain for dentists to fill.

 

And just like that, you disappeared from the face of the Earth again. Hopefully, for good this time.

You can erase your identity from the world, but you cannot erase the marks your venom left behind.

You may still be on my mind from time to time, but I don’t see you in a virtuous light anymore.

You are nothing but a fable.

Thoughtless Freedom

It is a wide belief that knowledge is power,

Knowledge is freedom,

Only an idiot ignorant to thought might think himself free,

Looking above we deem it a cage,

A waste of human worth and price it so,

Therefore,

He without education or passion,

Unworthy of our riches in society is he,

Even still we see this fool take a claim in society,

Does this system we created mean flaw?

Who is the keeper of worth.

It is he


He is me

My life, my freedom

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Cosmic

My kingdom

My life

My truth

My love

My bubble

My world

My heart

My dreams

My soul journey

 

Your drama 

Your world

Your bubble

Is yours, not mine

Not my burden

 

 

I am free. 

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The Protectors

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January 2019

All she really wanted to do was to live her life the way she wanted to live, not the way the protectors thought she should.

She wanted to be set free from the bonds that bound her to the ground.

Freedom is what she wanted to soar like an eagle, to explore the world outside of her unwanted secure safe haven.

Explore, learn, experience life, her life on her terms.

Explore the unknown world near and far outside of the only world she's known. She needs to crush the bonds that bind her and prove to all she is capable of living a healthy and happy life.

Just to let her breathe and experience life.

She's been told what, where, how, and who to associate with since  the beginning of time, she's ready to destory the bubble that the protectors have formed around her over the years for her own protection they say...

She just wants to experience the outside world herself. To see the world as it is and to meet people from all walks of life.

She must have a first hand experience not  just through books, because you can only learn so much from books, but to be able to experience it first hand and to feel that awe of excitement while she experiences the wonders of the world as others have done 

Her overbearing protectors ask,  ' Where will go? Where will you stay? What will you eat? For you have no money, so they ask How will you achieve your travels when you have nothing?' 

Thinking to herself never a spoken idea or thought to her protectors for they shoot her down with arrows every time, so why say a word at all? When she can remain happy in her thoughts by remaining silent as a lamb.

The protectors tell her to get her head out of the clouds, stop that daydreaming, that's nonsense, you're being foolish with these thoughts and ideas. For it will only bring you sorrow and grief to you.

They act as though she's a helpless lamb who cannot defend for herself without them, when in all actual reality they're suffocating her.

The protectors tell her it's a waste of time that it's a cold, cruel world out there that's why she must remain where she is and to do as she is told to remain safe and secure.

For they tell her if she leaves she will lose everything that the protectors have worked so hard to give her a life, a secure life. If she leaves the protectors she will have nothing, she will leave with nothing, and when she fails she will come back with nothing, but she's willing to take that chance in order for her to live her life to the fullest potential. 

The life that she was meant to have, a life of a newfound freedom.  Adventures lie  ahead in her new way of life that she has chosen for herself and therefore to be an adventurous young woman she will learn and experience all the excitement that awaits her in the unknown outside world.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

long prose poem

MEMORIES ARE BURNED

Memories are burned

into Mamma's mind

of the son who

never returned.

Yes, it's true,

the freedoms that bind

us together

had a steep price.

The price of blood and

memories that are burned

into Mamma's mind.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Dedicated to those who paid the ultimate price for or Freedoms.  May their sacrifice not be in vain. 

 

Memorial Day 2018

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freedom

Folder: 
journey

 

calling in calling out

hope someone hears me out

something never changes

back and now

back then "it will be okay"

the possibility was a strength

will be stronger, just keep that on mind

the world will evolve so we will be

may kinder it will become

as passing springs

 

back and now

now, no possibilities to be found 

so no hope for strength

yes the world evolved

approaches to cruelty

soon will reach infinity

the boundary of inhumanity

 

 there will be a time

when one can fly as much they want

no need to be scared

with a peaceful freedom

as time passes, the world will evolve

spring will stay forever in everyone's heart

she thought...

   

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

here spring is used to define beauty and peace. This poem is about how it's hard for some people to travel as the world is not safe, but as one grown-up he thought 

he could do that but still couldn't 

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The Off Grid Life

the off-grid life.

untied from the shackles of strife,

2017, the modern existence,

getting on the property ladder, how does anyone have a chance?
20, 25 or 30, forced to work to pay every bill,

going to work all hours, struggling to find a way, a life against our will,

needing the money from any form of work, mostly unprogressive, unhappy 
life passing by, frustrating, anger, decreasing self-worth, causing individuals to be snappy

unfulfilled, potentials are not met, working a job all day, unable to progress,

money is the key factor, for bills to be met, let me digress.

often they still aren't causing pain and suffering, stress and depression,

homelessness is rife through the country, a feeling of regression,

a feeling of being stuck, how to retrain and improve your careers?
speak to friends or family and the same conversation, doubts, and fears
if only another option was available,

one that was accepted and not just for the vulnerable,

the homeless, the people with nothing,

but how is this existence different? it is truly crushing,

once you can see that your life is consumed with working for money,

the soul has passed, your energy too, it can get so hard it's not even funny,

but who understands? in the face of consumerism, higher purchase, loans, and debt,

who is living a life, truly satisfied, and their dreams are met?

Not all people living off-grid are rich in cash!
but they aim for other needs; security in food & energy, it's worth a bash,


 

a growing transition for many people too,

it's not just for the hippies, the spiritual, it's for people like me and you,

think about it for a moment or two...

who would you be without your car, house and your possessions?
is that person you portray the real you? or do you blend in so people don't ask questions?
are you honest with your family and friends?

or do you sit behind a desk wishing it would end?
there is a wealth of knowledge of old traditions,

from a time when they lived without these conditions,

the conditions of social media, advertising, marketing ads or vlogs

when screen time didn't consume every waking hour, and children were fascinated with tadpoles transforming into frogs.

hours spent outside, climbing trees, playing at the park,

not allowed home unless it was tea time or had gotten dark.

 

a shift is happening, ecotherapy, wild schooling, bushcraft, and hikes,

forest schooling, homeschooling, people walking and out on their bikes,

scientists are noticing the effects on children's behaviors, reduced health issues,

ADHD,  also a boost in self-awareness, positivity, confidence and mental health issues

is it easier to sit a child down to hours in front of the tv, or ipad?

than it is to spend a few hours playing down the park with dad?

or baking a cake with mum, the importance of these skills are being misplaced,

in this consumerism world, with employees a number, in a life so fast-paced.

 

Off-grid living, the communities hidden away,

all they want is a parcel of land to look after their needs, but hey,

that's not possible, 'cause where will the local council get their tax,

with the community, living off the land, growing food and chopping wood with an axe,

the need and usage of government-owned services would become minute,

living simply and within your skills of the land, renewables used, an abundance of fruit,

food preserved in many forms, jams and chutneys, frozen meat,

enough food to last year-round to survive through winter, or in the heat,

the food produced off the land, tending the garden, and grown for nutrition,

the most important for life and health also said to aid in remission.

off grid homesteaders, don't need to take the flack,

with health as the focus, working outdoors to provide, lowering the need for prozac,
comments from shallow minded people need not be said,

the power of community, working together, I want to spread,

to include children in the transition, of conserving nature and our wildlife,

 

the tranquil setting amongst the seasons, watching the stars, that's my type of nightlife.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is my first time sharing my poetry, (after a few friends encouraged me that I should) please be kind and send your thoughts.

Also all words are opinions of myself in the modern world that we live in. 

This is not meant to cause offense, harm, upset to anyone, and if it does please understand that is not my intention.

 

Many thanks,

Tolerance is not Freedom

Folder: 
Freedom

Tolerance is not freedom,

because the more you are forced to tolerate

things through fear of ridicule, losing your

career, being defamed, etc is the more you have

allowed yourself to be enslaved to a singular of point of view.

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Political correctness has become corporate.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QUlr8Am4zQ0

This movie called the circle is about how facism disguises itself as 

freedom of information and constant surveliance, which can be used 

to control people. 

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Prometheus

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The Dragon

We are the archangels of fire,

and we have come to give the knowledge

back to the people.

 

To long have they been kept in a state of

ignorance and fear.

 

We have come to set them free and wake them 

up from their apathetic sleep.

 

 

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