#pcjuly2016freedom
Life with peace, prosperity,
Brought to see, who is to be,
From the bonds that broke, and clean blood to soak,
Of friends and fathers, lovers, cease and end.
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 10:14 PM UTC
In the middle of a dead field
Nowhere to be
Yellow mountains and narrow dirt roads
Surround me
Thoughts of you keep me moving
I'd follow you with bare feet
Across California until my hands find yours again
You are the half that completes me.
Free to make a choice
Free to give my heart away
No matter how far you go,
To you I will always find a way.
Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 2:38 AM UTC
late september. bare feet. fifth of jack.
as the sun broke from the wrath
of the unpiercable storm clouds that were blocking
its rays and sunk towards the horizon
the sky turned into a pink so striking
that it was like the world locked
lips and decided that it was
time for the downpour to end forever.
is that what freedom feels like?
when all the barriers that tear us apart
break, does it feel
like late september?
does it feel like walking along the coastline,
the stinging aroma of salt water,
the sound of the waves crashing into
the sand and the
wind whipping stray locks of hair
across your face?
does everything look sublime
and crystal clear?
freedom.
late september.
the most beautiful dream emerging from
a daunting nightmare.
-z. vega
Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 3:15 AM UTC
a
foot
steps
forward
toward the
goal of common
decency and rights
for all mankind • steps
orderly and without guile
the narrow way is difficult
it seems like many miles before
another human soul is even seen
the encounter strengthens the weary
the way is narrow • but it is God's way
the path doesn't wind or wend • it is very
straight • but because of this there's hardly
distraction from the importance of the goal
FREEDOM
SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/5/2016
Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 7:13 AM UTC
On the night patrol in some desert never heard of before, a private first class shivers from the cold. On the deck of a ship off the coast in a deep blue sea, a sailor prepares an aircraft to launch, to help those in need. In a war torn nation, a nurse mends wounds and sets broken bones, wishing she could be with her family, but her duty calls her here. Across many time zones and foreign lands, to gardens of stone with memorial walls, many keep watch and pay the price so that we may relax and be at ease. Let us never forget the price they pay, some giving their all. This is what our rights demand, this is freedoms cost.
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 12:59 PM UTC
While existing behind the bars of hate, fright, and constraint,
living mindfully amidst the chaos.
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 12:52 PM UTC
I've known of the man called Freedom,
His eyes pristine and his hands of good gesture,
He gave to all he ever saw,
Even those who wished he'd be dead.
You see, Freedom is a nice man,
He had given us the chance to be one,
Yet some see him as a hindrance,
That he'd be the one to cut the bridge to their horrid ambition.
It's true Hell's already empty,
The Devils are already here!
And they'd tied Freedom to the podium!
**And they'd ready their flames and *****
"Witness! As this hell of a saint be exposed before your very eyes!"
The Demons wailed and shouted.
"Light the flames! Expose his treacheries!"
As the demons hissed and the ***** lighted.
Freedom speaks.
Friends, my brothers, people of all brethren,
Ramble not, for I shall tell you truth.
Ebb is the fierceness you encounter,
End is the beginning of your hate.
Dawned to me, you have lost your innocence,
On the edge of light and darkness;
Mourning am I to you all.
Never the same are your reasons to fight,
Earnest are you to your reasons,
Vague, yet, are your answers.
Earthbound will be your rationality,
Revolving in wrong, your right.
Demonstrate not crudeness, but kindness,
Ice the hatred and let the good burn within you.
Enough of the foul that has come to be,
Sing the words that are your harmony.
All is silenced.
Freedom opens his eyes.
The flames, gone.
The hissing, deafened.
Freedom, is you.
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 9:12 AM UTC
Wind blows through my hair
The grass soft against my feet
Everything seems fair
Even constrained in my seat
I have plenty of food
I'm safe and warm
Even if it's crude
I'm part of the norm
I'm sent to a place
That is padded ceiling to floor
I play with my dress' lace
While I sit there and bore
This is my punishment for speaking
I acted out to Him
The one who's been 'tweaking'
Me since life turned grim
Awful things happen here
But I'm grateful too
That I don't live with fear
The one I once knew
This punishment is minor
I've had it a time too many
For asking about her shiner
And counting to twenty
If I continue rebelling
And I do worse
Then spelling
I'll ride off in a hearse
I've been taken to a big crowd
I'm out of that room
That's when it went loud
And I heard a BOOM
That's the day I was found
The day I was me
I heard no other sound
But those of glee
I never understood
What I hadn't been told
And now I think how could
My parents never want to hold
Me
That was the day I was taught a word
One of beauty and glory
A word that I heard
That is its own story
A story so sweet
Saying I didn't need 'em
That I could meet
A world of freedom
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 9:07 AM UTC
Long lasting likeable lifestyle,
On the best possible place,
Vexing me never ever,
Eternal & truthful.
It is the real definition,
So surreal it always is.
Far away from loneliness,
Reading mutual fun daily,
Eternal is this true feeling,
Exceptional are all its ways,
Dominion of my familial home,
Obvious empress is my mother,
My father the obvious emperor.
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 6:56 AM UTC
With red of blood on the
Road they lie dying
In front of our eyes
For help they cry
With the fear of facing
Consequences we
Leave them on the way
Being torn into pieces
By some *** maniacs
In front of our eyes
For help they cry
With the fear of being
Attacked ourselves we
Leave them on the way
With the fear to react
And to shield ourselves
Our selfish heart being
Locked in a prison
Let us first give freedom
For our heart to react
Opening our mouth
To save the helpless as
A team against the evils
Joining hands together
And that will be a day
Of real freedom !
Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 1:09 PM UTC
Free my soul from your eyes
With full of hatred it cries
Free my heart with a space
With a full stop to chase
Free me completely from you
With a liberty to choose new !
Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 8:33 AM UTC
Not just a political affair
Or a public property
Not to use for commercial purpose
An individual right, a right of privacy it is
Every single heart yearns for it
Children from parents
Youths from old ones
Women from men and
Men from women
Lovers from the society
Politicians from the law
Government from the people
Nature from these greedy evils !
A common wish of every soul
Under a star is Liberty
Carried a meaning and
Few fame of tags, Liberty
For one nation from the other
For the poor from the rich
Carrying lot of meanings
With different names of tags
Fighting for Liberty from
Rapists,Serial-killers,Hackers,
Rumor-mongers,Media maniacs
Political monsters,hijackers
Living with a fear to live !
Finally the soul too wishes
Liberty from the body
Leaving it a deadly skin
Stopping its yearn to be free !
Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 5:39 AM UTC
Constricted, tied down to a thought
Of how we’re living the labels given
to us and there are billions of fishes
in the sea but yet everyone is caught
in a net.
We’ve told plus sized people that they
can’t wear skinny jeans, because it’s
not labelled for them. We’ve held
obesity at gunpoint in the light of day
as though they can only be loved at night.
We’ve forced shackles on men and women
to tie them not by the threads of their heart
but by the words of a constitution that darkens
the glimmer of light within love that is kept hidden.
When did the law and love intertwine to form handcuffs?
We cast our shadows on issues of racism;
fought out wars with prejudice and hatred,
only to be blinded by tainted teachings of
a generation lost in separation and division.
We fought colour on colour, “for society”.
Look around, seven point four billion people
all alive, tied down to the judgements of society;
an overbearing handcuff that controls our hearts
and our soul, a journey of an already prewritten sequel.
Look around, you and me, are we really free?
Jul 1, 2016
Jul 1, 2016 at 1:03 PM UTC