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Freedom is somewhat limited
In a so-called democratic society
At times, people cannot truly tell it like it is
People cannot vote freely
Without some restrictions or some stupidities
In order to weaken the disadvantaged
Even though the US first amendment guarantees
Freedom of speech, freedom of expression
To assemble peacefully, freedom of religion
Freedom is not what it is
It is not how it is articulated in the glossary
Freedom is relative, please
Do not say fire vociferously
Or yell gun in the theater
At church or in the street corner
You will be prosecuted
Freedom is not what it should be
It is not what the US Constitution intended
It to be
Freedom is somewhat controlled and limited.

Copyright © 2016 Logerie Hebert, all rights reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several books of poems.
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The truth is, they only try to get into your head
because you've already gotten into theirs.



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One day or day one.
Move on to the next big thing,
before you're out of time.



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Pain keeps you awake
So you don't fall asleep.



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If you stop expecting miracles from people,
you can never get hurt by them;
instead, if you initiate the expectation
of blessings only from God,
your heart will bloom again.



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Thanks for being here. Until the next verse.

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Old wounds disappear beneath the sun,  
New pursuits rise, and journeys run.



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The city's lights blur into dawn,
What if I was just gone —
Spun ceaselessly from a wheel,
No eyes are drawn.



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The stamina maintains, then suddenly raises the bar,
No chamber to breathe, no time left to turn back,
Nothing annihilates you faster than your mind,
Remember to carry the joy that's passed you by.



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After a long time,
I am finally home,
feeling whole again,
in the presence of the
Lord of the universe.



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anxiety strikes me like a sudden glucose spike. bloodstream is gushed with nothing but the thrill of a chase. the nerves though, not doing so well. my reality is going to be more distorted than usual.

when anxiety strikes, they don't knock on the door. they come with a bang, and hang in the air like an acoustic foam. you know, train of thoughts and stream of sounds can wander anywhere in the room, but seem futile to get across time and space. they can only travel so much in here, in a vacuumless vessel. a deafening silence, a chaos in a stillness, and i think it best describes it. i can look composed and pour you a glass of water, and i won't even realize if it overflows.

when anxiety leaves, i don't think you know it left. you would question its existence, why isn't it with you today.  it might feel like a weight being lifted up on your shoulder, but you don't feel any lighter. it feels heavier because of its disappearance. you are so used to its presence, because anxiety keeps you busy in your head. and when you finally have a moment of peace, you self-doubt yourself if you have stopped living your life.
written @17:44, 27th Feb
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