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My sweet canary just loves to sing,
with his yellow beak and golden wing.
His lovely songs will make you shake,
all other tunes will sound a fake.
But as I sit and think alone,
NoI feel my heart is made of stone.
My precious bird could be my sin,
I keep his soul well locked within.
For every soul is born so free,
I doubt your mind will disagree.

How am I supposed to tell you
That my passion
Is so deep and fierce
A wild creature caught
Pacing against its confines
Desiring only freedom
To live as its nature requires

I want you no matter how messy it gets
And at the core of me
I don’t apologize
I can’t be sorry for this

I didn't see it coming;
I expected nothing else.
Thirteen years old, hiding behind the rules
so I didn’t have to face
that shortcoming, that missing piece.

Once I had accepted limitation as
the sublime:
something that would come in time.
The constraints, then, gave it meaning,
deciding who says what.
Syntax is rules, and rules are limitations.
Without them, we are-- what?

But in time I came to want it,
that freedom to--
I traded "pressure to not" for "pressure to do".
Peering through the rhetoric,
I ventured into the upper reaches, and
I came apart.
There was nothing to hold me together
in this elevator, its yellowed walls crumbling away.

“Not all freedom is good. You can have terrible freedom.”
Was it the mother or the Aunt that said this?
Or Friedrich “entsetzliche Freiheit”--

Ah, Schiller.
What of the Mrs? Did she have freedom
in her husband, in Richard F.?
More freedom in the
(****-and-) (ball-and-) chains
than in the haze of youth?
The most, then, (it can be presumed)
from her departures: first to Alaska,
then even farther north, from where none return.

As freedom dissolved into expectation,
itself now another limitation, I wondered.
Which had it worse:
the woman (machine) outside the yellowing elevator walls,
or the girl (ghost) pacing within?

Eccentric people

give you freedom, the courage --


to be different.

There once lived a boy called freedom,
And his twin brother loneliness too.
Quite the same in face and body and mind,
But the townspeople saw them as two.

Everybody loved the boy freedom,
But loneliness was hated it’s true.
With love for one and hate for the other,
They grew apart like most differences do.

As the men grew older, free lived like a king,
But lonely, he rotted and withered within.
One of lonely’s enemies, Naivety by name,
Plotted all night and came up with a game.

To Naivety the only way to be free,
Was to end this man loneliness for all to see.
So he packed up his case with all manner of terror,
To set about making lonely a horror.

On the day of his reckoning, loneliness sat,
Wearing an old gift from his brother, a ******* hat.
Whilst freedom, about in town was adorned
In a red shirt that once loneliness had worn.

So when naivety set out to do the deed,
He crept up to lonely’s house and what did he see?
But freedom standing there in a ******* hat.
‘Hello freedom’ said he and that was that.

He strode on into town and caught sight of some red,
‘I know who owns that red shirt’ naivety said.
With a swish of his knife and a click of his gun,
Naivety believed that his deed had been done.

When loneliness learned that his twin had been slain,
He cried for the fact that his face was the same.
‘If only they knew’ wept lonely in pain,
‘Then freedom and me might have been brothers again’.

On this day of pride, we gather 'round,  
With cupcakes bright, where colors abound.  
Orange, white, and green they wear,  
A sweet salute, beyond compare.

Saffron swirls like morning's dawn,  
A vibrant hue, where hopes are drawn.  
In every bite, a promise new,  
Of strength and courage, tried and true.

White cream peaks with peace in sight,  
A symbol pure, of truth and light.  
Each tender crumb, a gentle nod,  
To harmony's path, where all may trod.

Green icing dances, fresh and bold,  
A future bright, in tales untold.  
With every taste, we see the fields,  
Of dreams we sow, and harvest yields.

In every cupcake, a story lies,  
Of freedom won, beneath the skies.  
On this, the 78th year, we cheer,  
For India's spirit, ever clear.

So take a bite, let sweetness flow,  
In each delight, let freedom grow.  
For in these treats, our hearts do sing,  
Of India's past, and what tomorrow brings.

we can live as if nothing exists to control us - nothing plans to stop us - nothing lives to defeat us - nothing strives to define us.

we can live - just like this.
without shape or name or linearity.
we can be what we are.
can we not be what we are?

How did it feel?
When you shattered my heart,
My dreams,
My life,
My everything.
By those horrible words of yours,
By those horrible actions of yours.

How does it feel?
When you stand above me,
Victorious,
Feeling like you achieved everything,
When in reality,
You have achieved nothing.

How does it feel?
When there's no one beside you,
When you're cold,
Lonely,
Heartbroken,
Just like me.
Just like me.
How did it feel?

Why do I feel like this?
Why am I rude to everyone?
Why do I keep hurting everyone?
Am I losing myself?

I can't handle this pain,
I'm not able to handle it,
It feels unbearable.

I just want to shut down everything.
Escape from everything and everyone,
In a far away place,
Alone,
All alone.
That's where my peace is,
That's how I can be happy.

I want to stay still,
Do nothing,
Hear nothing,
See nothing,
Feel nothing,
Silence,
Where all silence speaks.