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Let Me Go

You have caged me for too long
I want you to just let me go,
I have to spread these feathered wings
I need to feel the wind's blow.

You know that I love you truly
I said that I would never leave,
I want to see the rain's dance
Not just sit here and perceive.

The scene never changes, day after day
I want to go where white roses bloom,
I have never seen an ocean's wave
And neither have you, I assume.

I need to see the autumn tree's change
I want to see the snowflake's glisten,
I am wishing on the stars as they fall
This is my dream, so please just listen.

I want to fly in the sky's blue
I need to feel the sun's burn,
When I have experienced these wonders
I promise that I will return.

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You asked me to forgive you
Still you would cause me pain again
Your words rained down like daggers
Soaking my soul with so much pain

I know i was taught to forgive
It became harder every day
All the ways you had to hurt me
I was the game you loved to play

You had quite an imagination
The ways you would describe my demise
Thankfully I chose not to follow
Yours was a pathway paved with lies

In my mind I reinvented 
Chose a future that was worthwhile
Yes I took a few steps backwards
Still moving forward all the while

As the gap between us lengthened
God took my heart and made it whole
Yes beginnings are important
I learned forgiveness plays a role

It was not so much about you
Or all the things that you had done
My healing could not be complete
Without knowing God's only Son

There is light beyond the darkness
Perhaps one day I will see your face
I hope you asked God for forgiveness
Your sins will be gone without a trace

If my Savior can forgive you
The way he has forgiven me
There is more to who you were
Than what I was able to see

I forgive you dad

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A Letter To Dear George

Dear Lord Byron
Please don't be upset
I wish to call you George
With affection and respect

The "Destruction of Sennacherib"
I was introduced to your poem
I learned it word for word
As I sat home all alone

You see George the meaning
Is much more than you know
In school I had no success
I was considered quite slow

Empowered by your words
Assyrians coming down
I spoke with true emotion
For once I wasn't a clown

When I spoke of your steed 
With his nostrils all wide
Within the deep of me
I experienced pride

Like the leaves in your forest
When summer is green
You provided inspiration 
I now travel where you've been

With a pen held in my hand
My destruction I escape
Within my troubled mind
New ideas take their shape

I'm gifted with freedom
Words of power do supply
Whether reading or writing
They provide me with my high

So George, I humbly thank you
You're truly the reason why
I travel within the words
They're the gift that help me fly

With anticipation
I know one day we'll meet
Beyond the gates of heaven
Please reserve for me a seat

The Father of all poets
Will speak in splendid tones
We'll marvel at his spirit
We will feel it in our bones

For poets are connected
In very intricate ways
Time is not of consequence 
Our words are a form of praise

As a child when I committed Lord Byrons poem to memory,
I had no idea it was a story from the Bible. Being he was a 
believer I wanted to honor both him and our God. Thanks
Monterey, I think this is a great topic for a poem. I also 
chose to write in the same form as he had for "The Destruction 
of Sennacherib". This was the first and only form I wrote in
prior to coming to the soup. I thank all the poets here who have
helped me grow, yourself included Monterey.

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The Fall of the Berlin Wall

The GDR put up a wall in ‘61 because they wanted West Berlin kept out. A wall of shame it was! In fact, the West more easily could travel all about while Eastern Germans were the ones from freedom routes locked out. The wall was guarded. Some were killed while struggling to flee. The Cold War only made folks yearn more strongly to be free. To Gorbachev, one president implored: Tear down that wall! It wasn’t too much longer that it would begin to fall! I felt the joy they felt abroad when crumbling had begun. November ninth, in ‘89 Berlin again was one! For the Historical Modified Quatrain Contest of craig cornish

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Many voices from the past,
Always echoing in my head,
How long can it last,
I thought you were dead.

You always tell me what to do,
So I don't make a mistake,
Somehow you always knew,
How many I could make.

Because once I hurt you,
And you'll never let me forget,
But what can I do,
You're not quite dead yet.

Why won't you leave me alone,
Will you never forgive me,
I wish I could atone,
Please, just let me be.

The hollow echo of your voice,
Will linger on forever,
You've given me no choice,
It'll never stop, ever.

The sound of you used to make me smile,
But now it tortures me,
I will always be in denial,
So an end I'll never see.

Written by: Kelly Deschler

Giorgio V.'s contest - "Impress Me 2" -  themes-gothic/spiritual

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Into The Sunset

I have the need to feel free
like I've got nothing to lose,
I just want to get into my
blue convertible and cruise.

I'm growing tired and bored
of this same old abode,
I want to go much further
than just down the road.

I ease my dark sunglasses
down over my brown eyes,
as the summer evening sun
begins setting low in the skies.

My hand grips the steering wheel
and my foot holds the throttle,
as my lips take a long drink
from a cold Coca-Cola bottle.

I reach over and tune my radio
to my favorite rock station,
now I feel like driving through
every state in this nation.

I won't know where I'm going
until I finally get there,
All that I want to do is enjoy
the wind blowing in my hair.

I hold my hand out the window
to feel the air through my fingers,
I wish that I could always be
where the free spirit lingers.

Around the endless curves
my car disappears into shade,
far away in the distance
my bright red tail-lights fade.

I pass by rows of green trees
and a thousand birds on a wire,
the sky blazes a yellow-orange
as if the clouds were on fire.

I could not imagine anything
better to end this perfect day,
than an amazing view of sunset
out on this lonesome highway.

The air is becoming cooler
as the day blurs into night,
I feel so awake and alive
in the sun's fading light.

I keep traveling on down
this lonely two-lane road,
I drive into the sunset
and forget my old abode.

May 8th, 2014

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The Butterfly Emerges

From the dark cocoon, the butterfly emerges,
Finally realizing she cannot control her urges,
To witness the beauty of the midnight moon,
The butterfly emerges, from the dark cocoon.

She flew from the shadows, out into the daylight,
The colors on her wings had never shone so bright,
She was meant to be here, her brave heart knows,
Out into the daylight, she flew from the shadows.

No more sitting alone, back in her little room,
No more hiding in dampness, darkness and gloom,
She had finally found a friend to call her own,
Back in her little room, no more sitting alone.

Andrea Dietrich's contest - "Swap Quatrains. Let's See What You've Got!"

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Pride Never Dies

Bingo halls and liquor stores,
what's happened to this land?
They call it a reservation,
a word you cannot stand.

The deep gut ache that you feel
as native blood boils deep inside
comes from where spirits roam free
with a fiercely eternal pride.

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How Dreams are Born at Fifteen

Fifteen days of living I blew bubbles
Bubbles pearlescent in the sun
In hope and love I blew you bubbles
Ephemeral, floating, glorious sun loved bubbles.

In my act of creation, exhale air
Life held close in the bubbles 
Uh-whoo, uh-whoo, here’s life to live
I blew you bubbles for you to catch.

Leap and snatch we played bubbles
Bubbles so airy we can hold and spray
A bubbly world of shimmery beings
Floating in the wind of our wake.

And at the end of the pliant and fun filled day
We dreamed of bubbles, leaping for bubbles
Watery, airy bubbles floating, flaring and caught
and held within our hand a bubble, a bubble  smashed.

And oh how silly we seemed to break our play
Open up our hand, find within a pearl
A soft shimmery white pearl of life
And let it fly away, in the breeze, like our dream, free.

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Lifting Me Up

My heart is on Your shoulders,
And You are lifting me up.
With every spoken tender gesture,
I fall a little farther in love.

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Touch Me

Touch me like you mean it
My soul hungers for your caress
These blue eyes wish to feast on you
Please take your time as you undress

We can listen to soft music
Playing from my old radio
Don't be concearned about the time
Love can be better when it's slow

Touch me like you mean it
Consume me fully with desire
This body of mine aches for you
Only your love can quench this fire

Come feel each and every inch
Let your hands and mouth explore
Lift me on waves of pleasure
Until I beg you for more

Touch me like you mean it
Until these two bodies lay spent
Your aroma a sweet perfume
I long to be lost in that scent

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The Indentured Logger- Swap Quatrain

Ten doggone years I've sawed your trees.
I quit. I'll saw my own darn z's.
I'm done with blood and sweat and tears;
I've sawed your trees ten doggone years.

Right out that door I'm marching on.
No use to look, 'cause I'll be gone.
I'm done with aches and blisters, for
I'm marching on, right out that door.

I'll never feel this weary back,
Nor sleep in such a leaky shack;
I'll go and find a decent meal --
This weary back I'll never feel.

With some sweet girl we'll settle down
Two thousand miles west of town.
I and my mule, named Mr. Merl,
We'll settle down with some sweet girl.

I've lived in hell, Mad Merlin Green;
Now I, like you, am strong and mean.
Once shy and kind, now hear me yell;
Mad Merlin Green, I've lived in hell.

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On the bank of oblivion’s river 
A soul hastily arrives   
Wishing to cross on the other side
Where eternity resides 

Has been preparing for the crossing  
Since the first day of her birth
But now that the moment is so near
She is afraid of her death

More few moments she is begging     
For much better to prepare 
Before the Charon with his boat 
Her, to perpetuity transfer   

Death however is adamant
Since to delay he can not
So he is reminding the soul
That it is her mortal lot  

With dread she is now boarding
For the trip of no return
But surprised she is to find
That this is of no concern

As the crossing is completed
And the soul disembarks 
On the land of sanctified 
This is now what remarks

All worries and all burdens 
That she carried all along
When imprisoned in the body
In that place don’t belong

For first time she is sensing 
Real freedom in her being 
Such amount of love and beauty  
This world has never seen

At an instance she turns holy 
And with angels she soars
To the heavens of the blessed
Where her creator adores!

© Demetrios Trifiatis 
  16 OCTOBER 2013

* In my previous poem I dealt with " MAN'S LIFE", "THE CROSSING" deals with what 
comes after that! If one has the time it would be a good idea to read both for a 
better understanding of the circle of life and death as it is presented here! Thank 

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Fallen Victim

I have fallen victim so many times
To nobody's fault except only mine.
I will ask for forgiveness and have faith,
Even though I feel like I am not saved.

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Never Erased

Eternal faith;
Love in His name.
Saved by grace;
Never erased.

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Choices To Face

I have some choices to face,
But these are not my decisions to make.
God told me what He wants me to do;
He said, "Listen, Son, I have a plan for you."

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Beautiful, Glorious Day

Run, run, run and give it all up!
Into His arms, commend your love!
Through Him, you are saved!
What a beautiful, glorious day!

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Enjoy This Place

Follow your dreams and follow your heart;
God has shown you the path to start.
Never give up and always have faith;
Do what you love and enjoy this place!

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Not The Same Without You

It's not the same without you;
The days are rainy and the nights are blue.
My heart is crying and God is too,
But we are smiling, waiting here for you.

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Without a Reason

My own life is outside my jurisdiction
Freedom is in need of a new definition
Why wake and dress and eat and sleep?
Myself in this prison why do I keep?

All movement determined by outside forces
No need to think, feel or make my own choices
Consider the waves of the sea in constant motion:
For their existence is there a higher notion?

Compelled to race to their destined shore
When their goal is reached they are no more
Is that how and why we live this life?	
Is there no other reason for this suicidal strife?

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Where The Sun Shines

It's okay now, for women to go topless
Oh my how the world it has changed
Some boobies are perky others floppy
With the help of gravity some rearranged

Now don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining
The female form is a delightful sight
Yet sometimes I need to shield my eyes
Those white boobies are awfully bright 

Us male drivers, completly distracted
Concerned for safety we have all slowed down
Many come from all over in hopes of a peek
They say kelowna is their kind of town

Please forgive us we don't mean to stare
It's just our way of showing support
When it comes to rights we'll gladly take part
We would have fought to free boobies in court

So ladies I say walk around with pride
You are an inspiration to everyone
Be careful to apply a whole lot of lotion
You don't want them beauties burnt by the sun

In sunny Kelowna it is now legal for a woman to walk
topless down a public street. Sadly no women
have opted to take advantage of this new found freedom.

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Lord, I do not know what to do;
Please, lead me by Your side.
Decisions I'm facing are lost and through;
Please, lead me to do what's right.

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Freedom isn't something We should ever take for granted It's a feeling resting deep inside It's roots are firmly planted From birth to death we struggle To always do what's right And sometimes lose our focus The goal seems out of sight Lose sight of what's important Get hung up on petty things Sometimes forget there's some folks Who don't have anything Homes destroyed in an instant Feeling terror every day Is this the day their life will end Ruthlessly snatched away? The real measure of one's freedom Is buried deep in our soul Reach down deep every single day Be thankful of your role © Jack Ellison 2014

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It's like a weight lifted off of my heart;
I am no longer torn apart.
Thank God you are safe;
Everything is okay.

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Universe Unwinding

  Universe Unwinding 

Wonder beyond 
Glide through clouds of doubt
Take to the clear rising at the edge
Evident as the light of day takes you down

Explode there
Merge first…. yellow gold red beams with blue
Fold on the mighty winds of distant lost commands
Cosmic tumbles to where the universe might go

Draw away from temptations false steps in space 
To all Moons and suns seen
There, the hole to the void looks through
Looks back at you

2 Mirrors face to face shine on themselves
In reflective endlessness in the dark
Making “nothing” no more or less their home
Avoid them if they shatter

Take flight on matter
Up front to the ever outward ends of time
Energy showers on in distant fractured lights 
Becoming once again no more

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Wired to your Electric

I watch you dance at my demise
for you there's pleasure in my pain
I witness you're only happy
when I'm miserable once again

if I were burning in a pan
you would be turning up the heat
Somehow I am not a person
on my sorrow you wish to eat

I see your eyes as they sparkle
on those cruel lips you have a smile
I'm wired to your electric
you're the one turning up the dial

my only hope is to escape you
or you will hasten my demise
You are unconcerned with the truth
you luxuriate in your lies

I chose the ones who celebrate
who's spirits rise upon my glee
I'm lifted on their good wishes
they only want the best for me

I relegate you to memory
for me it's easier that way
You could have lived in my happy
now your locked in sad yesterday

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Glimpsed from an isolated island was freedom afar
Afar yet ever closer than the nearest star
There were tall green trees amidst supple and serene scenarios
Never a winter’s frost nor ever a freeze of ferenheit zeroes

From afar I espied a land with arms opened wide
Yet I was deemed damned and defied 
then denied by the detriment of stagnation
With assignation resigned to and reigned over by an abomination

Freedom afar flaunted its finery with forests filled by fancy feathers
Multicolored rainbow wings of grace and bells that ring of fair weathers
Coconuts, cocoa beans and chicken coco van
Where freedom is found for a most fortunate man

Alas, within the arms of an island was I stridently stranded
While with freedom flew those rainbow wings that ever so gracefully landed
Lest that island free my soul would its determination not reach its goal
And I would be willed to woe and worry on the whole

Yet stood afar a fantasy by night shone well its neon light
And I to only imagine such of freedom’s flight
Futile it would be to fight and flail my arms against the tide
Having been so efficiently denied and thusly defiantly defied

And still afar stands a forest with its rainbow wings aglow
As I upon an island stand with no freedom e’re to know
Nor a choice as to where and how I should one day go
on an island where wicked winds are withered not to blow
                                    © 2013…copyright PHREEPOETREE..~free cee!~

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The Reality of A Dream

The Reality of A Dream.

The poison crown that bound my head,
did bring a sober theme,
'all the less, is of loving said,
a dream is left a dream'.

So in my strength, I broke the ring,
with all the fair alarms,
as crownless was a lovers king,
a king to loving arms.

I feared now not, the roaring hall,
equivalent to decay,
but all the wealth to me was pall,
the poison and delay.

Days on which we as winters wept,
Do rest those silver trees,
the suns that had us burning kept,
now dance the summers breeze.

I ran across to foreign lands,
to then my love pursue;
how homes are there in wishing sands
I wish! --I always knew.

There is no more a different state,
--two lives with joy ascend;
does hurt us not, a vermin's hate,
when love its self defends.

See yet the moon --in golden heels,
when I am calm and wise,
now cheerish I how dreaming feels;
a dream --with open eyes.

R.N.Khan, © 2011

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Caterpillar Dreams

How long must I eat, gorge and be bloated?
How long will I be to destruction devoted?
How long shall I stay blind with eyes myriad?
How long do I wait for the onset of a new period?

Forever anticipate the dawn of a new creation
Salvation lies in a process of permutation
What was built must be torn down and broken
Out of its tomb elegance and grace will be woken

Till then I take all that this world can provide
For without them birth of the new will be denied
Till then for survival I fight, from predators I hide
And dream dreams of another life free and untied

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The sharpest sight may blind become
All prejudice left behind
When wisdom's tongue becomes dumb
No mercy shall we find

Justice too does sometimes peak from
'round her tattered blinders
When scales are tipped, she then cries out
As freedom slowly binds her

                              ~Christopher Thor Britt

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Free Yourself

why so harshly seek compliance
when the formula is wrong?
all you'll get is my defiance
no dancing to your song.
Freewill has no chance
in your rigid, tiny mind.
some strange and cultish trance
is all you'll ever find.
so thanks for the suggestions
but I'll remain aloof.
when you cannot answer questions
that simply beg the truth.
Master your own destiny
Don't believe anything or anyone
No exceptions.

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Inconsequential Diatribe

Inconsequential diatribe From politicians left and right Is something we should not inscribe Across our children's line of sight. Polarity can paralyze When adulation of conceit Allows some not to realize Opposing views must all compete. Diversity has made us great Along with freedom to believe Or not believe in God and fate To justify what we conceive. Inherent in democracy Is freedom from oppressive weight That rules like some autocracy Imposed upon us by the state. Religion is a private right To be defended by us all; But mixed with politics, a blight, That causes governments to fall. So take a breath of freedom's air And celebrate diversity; Both gay or straight and dark or fair Rejoice in your nobility.

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Surround by snow covered mountains
Glitter in the sun as if sprinkled with diamonds
A beauty worth seeing at least once in a lifetime
Takes you to a place of peace or even a slice of heaven

But that beauty is deceiving
Upon your beautiful landscape Mr Taliban awaits
Nightly raids of incoming incoming, horns blaring
Awoken heart racing, trying to remember your steps through fear and confusion

Two A.M. and I sit here shivering
Fully geared in my pajamas and military TA50
The cold of the snow seeps through my shoes
For in my haste I forgot my socks

I looked around at my fellow Americans
Ranging in ages from twenties and above
The man to my left could be my grandpa friend
And I wonder is this the night that I meet my maker

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Paradise Fallen

I think my brain has scar tissue,
Remembering days of past issues.
Did I forget home values?
Am I somehow consumed?

©2014 Honestly JT

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911 America Rising

Concrete, steel, glass, and dust,
we watched three thousand die.
Then there was no longer trust,
only fear when we would fly.
Our cozy world gone in a flash.
We'd never be the same.
Routine flight to horrific crash.
A jihad was proclaimed.
Souless zealots on native soil,
a scourge not seen before.
American blood began to boil
as we were shaken to the core.
While the cowards knelt in mock prayer,
we stood defiant and rebuilt.
Such lonely souls in disrepair
found the power not to wilt.
Though a decade's gone the pain's still fresh,
from an ache we know so well.
We paid the price in human flesh,
but they'll settle up in hell.

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The Government's Poor

The Government's poor depressing me.
Depressing me with looks.
Their lack of spirit just angers me.
My happiness gone to crooks.

They're vagrants at the corner stop
with cardboard signs in hand.
And begging for my money saved
that I'm more shamed than grand.

The government's pets surrounding me
on leashes made of shame.
When passing me out on the street
have made me feel some blame.

They're bumming things from everyone
and never seem to rest.
And still I'm saying no to them:
to every governed pest.

They're gathered 'round the city shelters.
Huddled into groups.
Confused as to just where to stand:
desperate longing snoops.

They're smiling with their wretched teeth.
Neglected broken smiles.
They haunt me like it's Halloween
and dare me with their guile.

I brace myself for more to come:
the government's poor collection.
In truth I must concede to them
as government forced inflection.

Now, I myself can see in them
the need for preservation
To keep the price of housing down
and save from reservation.

But truly; I can speak my mind
and make my money count.
While government's poor are scaring me
and I as soon surmount.

By chance I swear to knowing them:
my soul a governed roam.
That one day I'll redeem in them
the poor that I call home.

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Soaring Kites

Kites fly high in the air
Line spools whiz fast to support
Souls twine in joy bare
Skies dotted in color transport.

Soaring hopes, they are fun
If their attitude is strung good 
Launched fairly, far they run
Well bridled, winds they withstood.

The young grow with their flight
Learning to handle ups and downs
Their horizons expanding infinite
In the otherwise livid daily frowns.

A celebration of our freedom
Kites bring cheer to one ‘n all
Many take it up as a passion
With glorious feats up ‘n tall.

Kite-flying in few places is a culture
Spreading positive energy and loves
Spring and rainy season in particular
Allow the Indians to fly them in droves.

Date write: 4.7.2014

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I pledge allegiance

I pledge allegiance with heartless intent to this flag
of the united states of America
cause the politicians got the cat in the bag
and my wallets overflated numerica

this is a government of the people by the people for the corporation
I solemnly vow to work hard and hold my head down
let hypocrisy run free in our nation
and battle to wear the crown

who really wears the big boy pants
when their all made in china
why does the news agency rave and then rant
when there a dead dinosaur with angina

patriotism is robotic
when war spending is a common goal
we need some antibiotic
so that we all don't get the pole

this one I dedicate to you and I
the bright spark of life that barely cared to try
shooting itself upon the foot while telling you a lie
classified quite top secret so no one may cry

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It is so difficult to write about one's beliefs, 
On the Freedoms and Liberty we have.
Throughout our history events are replete,
Of the ones who have died, our Freedoms to save.

I go back in time when I look at our past,
And wonder if our children will see.
The pain and strife born in Freedom's birth,
And the lives that have been sacrificed for Liberty.

The Revolution started all the fuss,
When King George wanted his taxes.
It got us the Freedom we used for all,
And lives to this day when we talk of the "Evil of Axis".

We've had to fight as a people united,
By cause, or strife, or enemy attack.
From 1812 to Afghanistan,
For Freedom and Liberty to stay on track.

There have been too many wars,
And battles in name have never been few.
Like Chateau Thierry, Iwo Jima, and even Tet,
Where our countrymen have paid their dues.

We have had the plights of other concerns, 
That many around the world don't construe,
As a helping hand to all of them,
Except when they need us to.

Some say "Why send an Aircraft Carrier to a blighted zone,
Where people need all kinds of medical support"?
They forget that one of those ship is a floating city in itself,
With aircraft, hospitals, doctors, and our country's flag it will sport.

Then there is the overwhelming clamor,
Of those who want to come here to live and stay.
They know so little of our history,
Only that Freedom and Liberty is our way.

They want that Freedom for themselves as well,
And a Liberty which will let them choose.
They see us as a beacon then,
When their own freedoms they all but lose.

Life, Liberty, The Pursuit of Happiness,
The words our Founding Fathers swore...
Are Actions we take for granted each day,
With the Freedoms which we adore.

What does Freedom and Liberty mean?
It's just as plain as plain can be.
Because I want the Liberty to live my life,
And have the Freedom to wear it on my sleeve.

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~ You should know ~

When it comes to love 
and be loved
Its hurt to love someone 
with no return.
When it comes to cherich 
and being cherished
Its hurt to like someone 
with no return.

When it comes to having 
inner peace
It isn't easy to overcome
When it comes to lurid 
Don't call, laugh it loud 
to overcome.

~  Take caution please ~

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Wish I had half a brain 
Bricks to fill the void in my head 
Wrinkled and stained 
Intelligence is but a soul beheaded

Big words were never an attribute 
Amassing descriptions to loneliness 
Why can't we just call it solitude 
Synonyms alongside this dark fortress 

Half wits aren't so bad 
Rest assured your worries diminish
Analysis a loyal companion 
To every syllable I intend to finish 

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War And Fleece

The governments are fighting.
They're handing us their guns.
Which one will we call evil
and will ours be the ones?

Our enemies a soldier
who's married with a child
who's fighting for their country
for fear that it has riled.

Their leader is a danger
of everything we know,
but when they start to mimic;
we'll shoot them full of CROW!

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It Sets Our Dear Hearts Free

Big surprise, this poem's about love Foremost on this old man's mind Old but still a very passionate soul In spite of the passage of time Never realized that in our older years That one only ages physically Our minds, our hearts, our basic souls Remains forever still free Still free to think, to admire, to love Just like in the prime of our life Bodies weaken but minds grow stronger Much more worldly in spite As a younger man I was very insecure Life has a way of changing us Passage of time helps us gather strength To deal with all the negative stuff Still got a bunch of happiness to give Heart's overflowing with glee Really can't imagine a life without love It's what sets our dear hearts free © Jack Ellison 2013

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Go crazy and have a fit

Sometimes you just gotta let yourself be
It is the only way to be free
In this world of emotional oppression
You can be taken to a higher dimension

All this loving, hurting and living
Feels like you are crazy mad tripping
if you feel like you are going to lose it all
Do the unexpected and take the free fall

You might learn something new
A thing or two about you
So don't give up the bad fight
Lose your ability to tell wrong from right

If you have to go at it alone
Take then down and set them alight
Rules are meant to be broken
Kind of sad when they end up breaking you

So don't feel sorry for me
I got tons of time for the birds and the bees
Seems like when your around
Your a thousand meters off the ground

Go crazy, lose you shit
Roll your eyes and have a fit
You will feel much better than the rest
For the rest of your life

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Beneath starlight, a red ember

Beneath starlight, a red ember;
I think about the past.
How life’s events roll slowly forward
And leave the present last.

I’m standing as their stems emerge 
From soil too long staid;
They grow like weeds and flowers in
My yard of moonlight shade.

My memories, invasive plants,
Consume my empty chair.
Deny me any desperate rest
Without your presence there.

Recalling wandering memories,
Adventures conscience free,
Reminds of souls without purpose,
A soul that still is me.

Bring back the rocky quarry edge,
The late night New York trains,
The tunnel underneath the street,
And muscles sore and strained.

Bring back the open, solemn night
That beckons, calls, persuades,
Our longing hearts to mischief hid
In midnight’s dark cascades.

Bring back freedom from anxious fear,
Do that or leave me be.
For even though my heart feels still,
It still beats to be free.

Beneath starlight, a red ember
Goes out among the weeds.
I close the door on moonlight and
My distant memories.

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A pub of the locals

Once more we have a blazoned trail to muse                                                      Chasing Greendragon's tea hidden in the sea                                                           As the one that drinks bitter he thinks better too                                                          In Columbia's taverns men do conspire to be free                    -	                                                                                                                   Here verses were written and deciphered                                                                        An age of brown paper print sliced the main sail                                                                    Taking liberties before crossing the wide fords                                                         as Glass bottom tankards ring like church bells    -                                  -                                                                                       			                  Reciting mail from stage to stage runs the news                                                                in ire of the kings sweet acts and torrid teas                                                                 After seven years weakend but cloak and dagger true                                            Blaming drunk french indians who poured it on the sea                   -                                                                                                                        Beginning the royal blues again the revolution turns                                                         A few good men came from these upon your standard                                                       But war like a fire has no repect of persons it just burns                                                   Unlike these local bars men's constitutions were driven hard

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FREE CEE no freedom found for fouls this is truly worth reading


The three of us knew what we were doing
We also knew what we were doing was wrong
What we didn’t know was that trouble was brewing
But numbers made us all feel strong

We came and went within a wisp of woefulness
And had been sent by the satanic, manic and the panic stricken
Struck by bad luck and misbegotten memories
Locked in by a breeze beleaguered by torturous torment
Three thugs who dug their own graves
Holed up in canyons and caves
And laying in wait for the wails of wayward children
Friends foolish enough to follow us into the hollowness of haughtiness
We were earning little, learning little and yearning for a lot
Predicted to win
Addicted to sin
Afflicted by gin
Dope was our dogma
Pills were our pillar
Confusion became our killer
Selfishness our savior
Manifested by a maniacal master
Propaganda was our pastor
And a beast became our priest
Madness was our minister
Soiled by the sinister
Our keeper was the grim reaper
Death was our declaration of dependence
The irrational was irrigated by the ill-fated
Harangued by those we hated
Berated by those we deemed deplorable bastards
And led by those we loved
But missions too often lead to a  mistaken belief
And brethren lives become all too brief
Heathens headed for hell
Minions of misery
Misled by misfortune
And a brotherhood of blood born from falsehoods
Apostles of an apocalypse
Disciples of destruction
An ordinance pain would ordain
An affiliation of the afflicted
A congregation of the conflicted
Violence was the venue for vindictiveness
Skewered by skepticism
And charismatic craziness
While being led by laziness
Convicted, constricted, restricted, and indicted by insanity
Devalued by vanity
Born to break the boundaries
And border on disorder
Endangered by strangers
Anointed by the anonymous
Bested and molested by the malevolent
While we vied with the violent
Bitter to the glitter of glamor
Enamored by the enormity of envy
And envious of the energy we lacked
Struggling with stagnation
And empty of empathy
Three who fled from mediocrity
Only to be hated for our hypocrisy
Three including me
Who believed we could be free
But found that only fools can flee and find freedom by the formation of insignificant information

We three knew not to where we were headed
With no crystal ball or tarot cards to read
Declared as devious devils and the dreaded
While dying inside from every deleterious deed
         © 2012….PHREEPOETREE cee!~

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Could we ignore those heroes and heroines,
who fought for freedom and gave us many choices?
Every country has them and their valor we should revere!
I'd like to be one of them...but I hesitate to dare!

More than five thousands of years people have lived on our planet,
and powerful civilizations rose to subdue the ones with a weaker sword...
even today when knowledge is supreme, the mighty ones continue to do so!
O inhuman and foolish race...have you lost all consciousness and grace?

How can the human heart be enslaved by mighteness,
if precious freedom is a right given by God without prejudice? 
All, I repeat all peoples are entitled to liberty...O heroes and heroines rise!
I'm not inciting anyone to rebellion, but protest they should with their voice!

O inhuman and foolish race, how much longer can you brag and not be erased?  
Rome crumbled with its marble idols...others followed and lost what they highly praised!
Now justice is veiled by a feigned appearance: haters of faith and lovers of money abound,
bringing more destruction and danger to anyone alive...will they return to God?  

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while looking into your eyes

i let myself go and accept the blessing
you unveil my inner self to view
i feel as if i am needfully convalescing
for this feeling is so rare and few