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Posts tagged ‘freedom’

Where to go from here?

Saddled up and ready to ride,

Reins to pull, but no feet to guide

Kind of like a lump on a log,

Heart on the table and head in a fog

Wood splintered, buckles worn

Rope frayed, leather torn

Drinking in a colorful breeze,

Slipping into autumn’s ease

Open country, endless skies

One must soar until he dies

In The Distance

It calls out to all,

wildly waving from the bridge,

a welcome ashore.

Freedom

Extricate the feathers that matt your life.

Dry them in the sunlight of your heart,

and allow them to form the words of freedom.

When your words grow wings, your soul will take flight.

When you hit the sky, fly hard and far.

Soar high above your nesting place,

but never regret tangles that built a life.

Rush

Rolling, gurgling, splash.

Water trickles through the rocks.

Waves wash over me

 

Running, falling, crash.

Current flows and never stops,

Cost of being free.

The River

Swift and Impetuous

Never running empty

Ravaging the banks

And flooding the valleys

Watermark and scattered debris,

The only visible evidence of indiscretion

Souls deluged by the hurricane

Of an insatiable man, resting his case on freedom,

Will build jetties around their hearts

Prompt: Free(dom)

Lost Souls

Howling into obscurity,

they scrounge for scraps.

If nothing is leftover,

they rip the flesh from your bones.

They devour you by bits and pieces

until they mimic your very being.

Their own truths flicker for recognition

in the dark valleys of their souls.

As they draw your smile upon their faces

and trample in your well worn, dusty boots,

you will hear the growls of suffocated reality

that wrestle to escape in every breath.

Though they continue to sniff you out

and run on the tail of your dreams,

you need not lick the wounds of freedom.

Skeletons of lost souls

never see the light of day.

Your truths ride in on the rising sun

and etch the canyon walls

like ancient secrets.

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