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.
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 Infinity
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.
In the Moonlit Rain
Fear overtakes her courage caged Forests sing Freedom Aged Wings wide open Connection Breathes.
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.
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.
a free gift we freely **** up the choice to decide 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
I am more a warrior than a man.
I chose the pen. I did not choose the hand. An intention is freedom. My will will be my leader, ultimately undefeated: surrender.