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SpiritHeart67 Nov 2021
When you let
people places
and things
around you
be themselves
Rather than
your will
upon them,
This then,
is when
we finally
find peace.

It Feels
Really Good
  To Just
   Let Go...
stillhuman Feb 2022
Spiders are crawling
on every flower
and they have feet
caked in gun powder
They invade the blooms
of roses in the winter
The world is shadowed in doom
and my fingers bleed with splinters
from the homes of freedom
crashing down to rot
but this is the hope of a people
that grow like moss
on fallen trees
they stand like those flowers
and march like bees
They are the bloom of freedom
in the dark ages of evil
These are my thoughts on the Ukrainian situation. I stand with you and applaud your strenght and resilience. Let's not forget the reason diplomacy and democracy exist.
Robin Görtz May 2021
A pair of eyes collides
With one identical pair,
The first pair owner lowers
His head to bow as heir.
The second rises slowly,
Triumphant lifts his voice,
Commands, commands this brainless
Descendant of his choice.

But number One refuses
He negatively shrinks
And in the eyes of daddy
He stares and never blinks
A “NO” still echoes somewhere
The word becomes a sword
It riddles Second´s ticker
And One is without lord.

Pale but smiling number Two
Congratulates his son.
Reassuring number One
His loss means that he won.
Then Two drops dead
At least in part
And moves no inch of bone

One, alone, falls into pit.
Pit uncertainty.
One can´t think straight,
Brain so full that empty.
Two wore coat,
Two´s coat heavy.
One still wears it,
Legs are wobbly.

Take first own step
kevin wright Mar 2021
A vertical canvas for artists and disguise
Graffiti scrawled by revolutionaries
Banksy and friends mollified
Peed on by the territorial scenters

They divide us all
Suppress or embolden
Keep others out and us in
A place to hang our trophies

I feel it's angular form
I cannot see through its opaque intensity
The smell of fear is held within
A ritualistic cacophony rings out

This lifeless structure
Sees no boundaries
Bonded by graft
Politics rules its being

Designed to control
Boxed in our own padded cell
We bury our remorse or pains in the wall
Ready to tear down that sponge and start again

Two stones in a line-up
Three interwoven
Four in a tower
One to knock it all down

Two walls guide today’s journey
Three a perpetuating maze
The fourth outside of this dimension
The last is for us to climb

We travel with an invisible wall
It protects our flanks
I scatter saffron when I take the air
The walls outline enlightened

I look forward to the day when I need no walls
Fabric heavenly constructs
Transparent and naked
I can run with this wall
Designed to defend us but eventually they destroy our free will.
Johnny Feb 2021
I am determined.

If I was free
My love would be
Limited because of me.

So I am determined.

Because I can't see
The factors that decide for me
Which means my love
Could potentially be
Val Vik Aug 2015
Once I caught a bird -
then, I set her free -

But the bird -
flew right back to me
Love is a different feeling from pain.
LannaEvolved Dec 2020
In the Moonlit Rain

Fear overtakes her courage caged

Forests sing Freedom


Wings wide open


I let it out at times,
the tethered soul of mine.
Let it savour the light,
hang in the smoke,
extract the trailing drops of life.

It tiptoes.
Scared to touch every being.
The familiar difference is intriguing.
I let it oscillate.
I let it oscillate freely.
Oh! The dance of the captive!

It floats through the words,
each syllable lumbers to make sense.
Scared stiff of each utterance.
The jibber-jabber could burn the pages
like its inside.

It puffs up. It shrinks.
It cuts.
I watch it bleed in hesitation.
Till it's again confined.
Janna Orpa Nov 2020
They tell you to be open-minded yet they narrowed what it means to have an open mind.
“Think outside the box,” they say, yet the outside is guarded.
Everything is a big puppet show.
We live, then we die!
In between, we go through so much agony
only to attain this perfect life; a perfect life that yet to exist.
We all play pretend.
Some people find love, some find wealth, some suffer terribly.
I just want to break that chain of a perfect life
I didn’t ask to be a part of this but I was dragged into it.
They claim free will,
but it’s never free will, they hold you down.
We let them define your happiness
perfectly orchestrated by a wheel of illusion.
free will
a free gift
we freely **** up
the choice to
between good and bad
free will
causes all of our misery
in many ways it seems
we we've lost our ability
to be free
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