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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required You'll find it in the crimson eyes of a throwaway photo somehow frozen in time. When the past painted us like demons with secret fury. And you'll find it in the smell of a burning memory like melting microfilm becoming enraged (gifted with the freedom to deny first appearances) You'll find it in the cedar smoke of Tyndale's earthen cage roasting in a bale of hay for crimes unknown. Where the fire of his message burned mighty through a thousand hungry hearts that day (where ancient ink once again took a detour into youthful veins) You'll find it in the velvet ash of a (just one more) cigarette being flippantly flicked into December sky for reasons unknown. Where yellowed fingernails bear witness of freedom to live and freedom to die, leaving not an inch of space to analyze; for the fickle flames - much like life - waits for no one. You'll find it in the platinum tendrils of a Colt 45, that so quickly took a life, in the burning heat of an eternal second. Where curled fingers and steady stare makes it painfully aware freedom is a pitiful beauty, ugly as sin, and as right as rain (ask the victims of Hiroshima --- they'll tell the same) You'll find it in the vermilion sky blazing brighter than passion pure; stopping the world gears, of rat-race routine, and turning a thousand rusty necks Heavenward Where minds silently unhinge (for a moment) And fear itself begins to cringe (for a moment) When faced with childlike wonder blind eyes will see. A rejuvenating spark this freedom can be. And you'll find it the explosion of ecstasy like a rose blooming in tenacious time-lapse. You'll find it in the Cherokee midnight dance, being warmed by the tongues of freedom personified. Where Common Sense no longer applies, for when freedom found his heart's desire, you know it was a compromise. Losing his mind, and losing his life, in the process of a martyrdom for all things beautiful and all things temporary, in its earthly essence ... where freedom finds the fire, you can't tell the difference. Written March 23rd, 2016 For the Where The Freedom Finds the Fire Contest Hosted by Justin Bordner
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