I wish to impart my mind on a page
When I observe the stars and the sea
Then think I of the world as a cage
And dream I to live boundlessly

Free of convictions to which I sang along
Untethered from the maternal cord
Shed I this skin, what was right is now wrong
No need to preach any more of the Lord

Sundays are for my heathen's slumber
The world, undiscovered possibility
Books will I read, absent of number
And live as Observer with no eternity

I won't say much, but what I know,
is that beauty always is.

Simply this. Near only this.

I don't know much but what I want,
the blind man can also see.

It's not the looks, it's not the touch, It's to be free.

I do wish to have it all, but what I get,
still is a bliss.

Beauty is. Beauty is.

Freedom and justice.
Only if you're one of us, that is.
A shining star.
A beacon of hope.
The truth from afar, now seems like one of tropes.

Under the light of the moon
I'll spin the sands through the air
To pull the tides and travel oceans
I'll cover the night with glistening stars
For they can reflect on the waters below
And I'll free the night in a crimson red
To silhouette howling wolves and
Maidens patiently sitting in the night

Invisible chains clang in silence.
No way to unlock the grip.
Allowed to breathe,
but not aloud.
The tourniquet of legalized *******.
Freedom.


Inhale a plant to ease the pain.
Consequences of breaking rules.
The twists of the oppressor,
constricts choice.
The tourniquet of legalized *******.
Freedom.


Working automaton.
Wages suppressed.
Military might all around,
to keep the greenbacks flowing.
The tourniquet of legalized *******.
Freedom.

Screaming in quietude,
Not freedom... Prison.

I was forced to leave the place I called my sanctuary
The place in which you constantly reminded me I should feel safe
Filled with positive memories
Happiness and no judgment
But we have two different definitions of safe
To you, because you are my mentor, you have this overruling authority
You will punish both the right and the wrong
There is no use in biting the hand that feeds you
So, unconsciously, your wish is my command
You didn’t even realize I was gone
Until I was
I ran away from you as fast as I could
Expecting an unruly army of beasts to follow behind
I waited
Stopped at the red light
No one came after me
There was no army
Not even a gust of wind
Shame was the only one to follow me into the dark
Freedom, no more orders or demands
The unreality of this moment sank in
All I wanted was to be back in the safety of my own arms
However, I no longer had a safe place to rest
A flightless bird trapped in a nest of lies
Unable to escape
I ran into the night, no direction of where I was headed
Alone, but free

I wait
I sit and wait
my whole life
to unfold
nothing happens
I sit and wait
to feel the life
I have been told about
nothing shifts
I listen
I look
only noise
only stuff
my mind is full of it
I try to escape
when I sit and wait


Shaped by my past
my mind gives me orders
so subtle
they seem to be coming from me
so subtle
I believe I am free
it is only when I feel
myself
I know it can not be
as I notice
my frozen me
I move
I tremble
nobody sees
how I shake
nobody sees
how I hesitate
they find no harm in me
thus they welcome
my company

not sure
whether this will
be my life
whether this is
what is
or whether
there will be more
I try to reach
the light
of
now