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Free your mind from everyday shackles
they will only hold you bound in chains
forget all the things you have been taught
like there are no fairies, no unicorns
Try to remember instead the wonders
of what you accepted as fact in childhood
let your imagination have full flight
see what is hidden from plain view by veils
Do not limit yourself or be afraid of scoffs
from those unblessed with freedom of thoughts
it is all to easy to give in and to believe
in what is so everyday and yet so utterly mundane
Think once more like a young child, set yourself free
imagination is a wonderful thing, a wondrous gift
aboriginals have it right with their dream time
red Indians know it too and believe in their visions
So let yourselves be free, dare to dream your dreams
make them part of your life, indeed part of your soul
lift the concealing curtains of your earthbound minds
run free and wild, we ourselves constrict both mind and life
Rejected, ignored, resented, torn
Wondering, wandering, faltering, forlorn
You force-fed me snakes when I asked for bread
You licked me with flames and Left me for dead
I’m not angry
Tormented, frustrated, exhausted, shattered
You thought of yourself and nothing else mattered
I lie here in chains awaiting my savior
Instead you pass on by, there’s nothing to say here
I’m not angry
Crawling, slouching, in here and out there
Nothing to do but sit there and pout here
Cradle me close and burn the noose
It’s buried in my neck, but it’ll come loose
I’m not angry
You’re asking me why
And I’m showing you why
You wanted me to die
So give up the lie
Listen to my cries—you just can’t ignore
The pain I endured, and I’m begging you for more
Because next time you will very well see
That the persistent flames you use—you love…are Me
And I am not angry
— I am furious
(Part one of Young Lovers Once Alone)
My heart’s melody intertwined with your own
Our heart’s were beating as one
My soul was interlocked with your own…I was all alone
We’re lovers alone possibly…
Tell me, my precious – do you love me?
V.1: I cling on to you…I love you so true…why are you casting your wicked spell
on me? Let our fondness brew…haven’t you known that I grew accustomed to
you? Our love was as priceless as Dorothy’s sparkly, glittery red shoes
You’re warm in my arms
I’m sick with the love flu…love at first glance made me spell-bound out of the
blue…you are left without a single clue…haven’t you heard that I loved you? Our
love was as fresh as morning dew…as delicious as winter’s delectable stews
And sick of your love charms
Ch. In my heart, you are in chains
In my heart, I loved you
I had the hearts for you…though I didn’t have the brains
For I was young when I loved you…
Weeping tears of rue (for you…for you)
You were too…so young and blue…
Just like me…just like me…you and I wanna be free from our personal
captivities…we’re lost in our own mazes and we’re bewildered to the core…
you’re the one I adore
Didn’t you know I loved you immensely? I can’t believe you hadn’t a clue…
V.2: Our bitter remorse got out of hand…
Our love was rare and so uncommon…as precious as the arrival of the dawn!
I adored you – don’t you understand?
Don’t give up! Keep trying – oh-oh, come on! Rock on till the day is gone!
My lips white I wilt beneath the gaze
Of the tyrant standing before me
With freedom on his lips
He wraps me in chains
And silences my very thought
So I chew my lip
Until blood drips off of my chin
Just one last act of defiance
Because I rolled with the circumstance
And I'm a born villain as a result
As I never lifted a finger to fight back
It was only in the twilight of rebellion
It was only as everything went dark
That I was blessed with the light of clarity
My inaction led to this moment
To this twisted tapestry that's quite a travesty
It was only when my freedoms were stolen
That I became liberated from my own chains
If only I had realized sooner
Perhaps my grand revelation would have helped
And as the world goes black at last
My ineptness fades into the pages of history
The white man stole their land
now the red man has the blues
the white man sold their families
and the black man's still ill-used
the white man shot the American buffalo
now the red man sings the blues
the white man put their people in chains
and the black man's grief accrues
the white house is to blame
the Government just the same
the white man broke the treaties
now the red man feels the blues
the white man did the dirty
and the black man he's abused
the white man has no conscience
but the red man has the blues
no the white man does not care
tho' the black man's overdue
the white house is to blame
the Government it is too
So many surviving,
Desperation is driving
Impulsive decisions
In need of emotional circumcision,
So many astray
In a world of disarray
Polluted by deception
In need of a spiritual resurrection,
So many sedated
Zombies that have mated
Domino effect
When the substance causes havoc
So many in a daze
From their lies and heathen ways
False comfort, counterfeit light
Consuming all their appetites
So many in chains
From years of hurt and pain
Paralyzed by the one
Who was cast out of the sun
So many bleeding
Yet they are doing the leading
Cannibals are feeding
Not listening to those who are pleading
So many, so many, run away
Traded their birth right for moments of gray,
Tranquilizers to disguise
The torment they hold deep inside
So many forgot,
That blood was shed to remove their spots
Tormented souls who have fallen down
Those who found out no one was around
So many isolated,
Infected with self-hatred
Pride comes before the fall
There is only one who can save them all
Only God can make them whole
Give them a purpose and a goal
So many drowning in their fears
In pure ignorance they don’t see clear.
By: Sabina Nicole
Where do I begin to place the question that weighs upon my soul, to reveal the sin that gnaws silently,
To confess the obsession that holds me captive in chains of thoughts, seeking your wise counsel,
I walk on thin ice, with a trembling heart and uncertain steps, fearing the price I shall pay,
Will I regret this choice, to cast the dice of destiny into the hands of uncertainty,
To listen to my inner voice or to play this lottery of uncertainties,
I feel drowned in a sea of possibilities, lost between the waves of dreams and reality,
My heart beats faster, I wonder if I should leap into the abyss to uncover my hidden destiny,
Like a wound suddenly exposed, shall I provoke a disaster for which I will later weep,
Should I leave fate in the hands of the master, relinquish this game of darkness,
The roulette is the devil’s work, and I blame myself for the fear that overwhelms me,
Shame floods me like an unyielding wave, I feel my veins pulsing, ready to take the risk,
With a trembling hand, I make the decision, and I wonder if the taste will be bitter or sweet,
Here I am, biting into uncertainty, and my heart fills with unexpected joy,
Someone heard my plight, and it was a coffee, not a caramel candy,
A delicious happiness, a chocolate kiss, slowly sliding, soothing my soul,
What a perilous moment, but thank you all for being with me,
In this journey of doubt and rediscovery, I found in you a silent and precious support.
The quill this evening is not a mere instrument, but a primordial beast,
A lacquered leviathan with a tip sharp as obsidian fangs,
Its body coiled like an ouroboros, devouring its own ink in vengeance,
It struggles under my grip, a relic of extinct empires, growling glyphs older than rivers.
When I dare to drip her name on parchment, the quill writhes as if poisoned,
It desires no musings on the arch of her neck, nor metaphors borne on her breath,
It wants to write edicts, edict after edict, engraved in cinnabar, demanding civilizations to kneel,
But instead, I force it to etch the fragile curve of her smile.
The quill screams, refusing, twisting my wrist like a hydra in chains,
Throwing diatribes in vanished tongues, a chimera with ink feathers,
Jealous, foaming, its reservoirs full of brimstone and fury,
Tearing the parchment until it blisters, plotting betrayal with every black syllable.
It swears it will erase entire constellations before letting her name flow from its throat,
I tell it, "Write her name—or rot."
And thus, it scratches like a beast led to execution, jagged letters, growling,
Stained with the ichor of ancient gods' regrets, yet I feel it still writhing,
Waiting for the night when I forget it and return to its jaws,
"Tools made for conquest do not forgive those who tame them with tenderness."
Thus, the quill will rise again, seeking to assert its forgotten power,
In a world where words are weapons, and memories, unfinished battles.
Like chameleon hiding growls in chains
She fumes in defiance, such stubborn will;
A raging fire about Vie I can’t explain
Mocking fate when stars bind her daunting spills.
Oh woman, your patience bears heavy weight
Brisk moments clamor for rest longing in vain,
This hunger for answers race, time rings late
Or can fate wander just to stake its claim?
Your ferocious rambling will lay you bare;
With heart’s restless desires, a solar flare.
Till smiles peal to comfort my dreary face.
Your winsome energy cuddling nights embrace!
‘ ‘’’’’’’’’ ‘ ‘’
Vienna’s Contest: Let Me Have It then Kiss My Petunia
by nette onclaud
Love does be
Love is indeed expected to be
In its full immensity
Shining with all its glory
Love has been shown to be the One Path
The One shown during a day of the Sabbath
When we did give a rest to all our toils
When we did choose to cleanse our souls with the divine oils
Love yet, now tends to harm, to bend
Lovers are required to be submissive
Loved ones do tend to be aggressive
To demand too much, so much that they cause love to end
Love comes with forgiveness, with mercy
Indeed, love is synonymous of pity
Yet, some do see it as a way to imbibe love with cruelty
Indeed, with selfish motives love does get lost while being seen as an act of charity
Love now only knows how to use
Lovers are used and abused
Lovers are pushed to their limits
So much that they do even get broken in bits
Love was shown as being a justice
It was supposed to bring to a soul, its peace
Love yet, because of this, got tied in chains
Indeed, see, see, today, how to cruelty love does ascertain
How hard it is indeed, in today's age
To calm our inner demons
They do fill us with a sinful rage
They do have us yearning for sermons
Man is not a God, I for one, is mere human
With love I do fill my heart
Yet, it does happen that darkness does take over
And love does no more fill me up, causing my heart to turn all black
Being a believer, though, I would tend to resort to love
Yes, I shall give it a try, be brave
Remove the hatred
Fill it up indeed with love!