Freedom Allusion Poems

                 Who truly
      ...

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I never trashed my convictions
She told me what I wanted to hear
To conceal and concede 
People say take 2nd place
I can't watch a player take...

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Uncaptured sympathies 
From the lost departed 
No turning back 
All plans are thwarted 
Revelations and tears
Washed away with the rain 
Forgotten tragedies 
Unspoken in vain...

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#1:  A Day Begins

 Sand grains station elevated for want
in the cool starless relics spell of dark
a sun behold horizon that dews haunt
favoring a...

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a caged bird singing
and a bird is seen flying
time for freedom flight...

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In twilight's grasp, the world meets its demise,
Oh, Christian soul, who claims the sacred name,
Within God's church, where fervent spirits rise,
Contemplate now, the end, a...

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April  2051

Diary I've been having some kinda
Bad luck lately. Because fate just
Seemed against me. What is going 
On! Okay let me tell you diary....

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Not quite a slave 

After war number 2 when the time was hard and
oil was undiscovered, hidden under deep waters 
when our town stank of...

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Seven Mossad Agents came to Norway a winter day 
when a snow drowns the needs of the homeless
asleep in a shop's doorway absorbing the sarcastic...

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A sonnet

I sat on a stone fence, in flat agricultural 
landscape, trees been planted around farms
to protect from the North Westerly wind 
I had collected...

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They try to destroy,
firing their arrows,
throwing their stones,
she's not the Devil,
nor a perfect saint,
but always misjudged.
It's not just humans,
but ghosts and demons.
She tries to ignore,
but...

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La da di lay
La da di la 

Nothing is real,
isn’t that nice?

La da di day
La da di night

Everything breaks,
but it burns so bright-

and when I...

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My sorrow has reached its pinnacle
My opinion described as cynical 
Flowing from deepest regret
All the way to try to forget
Why this condition came to be
I...

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Madness, 
How nice they felt
To be free, 
From the dampness of humanity. 

They are plunged into a different universe
A free life of toils
A prodigal, 
Of...

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As the sun sinks past a white picket fence,
still, toils an ingrained meaning all had sworn,
past distinct dead plus dying, still, naught sense,
prostrate souls taxes,...

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