Freedom Trust Poems

From the depth of the earth, I rise,
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Ode to Be

I feel different from other people,
Some say I am weird and strange,
This endless striving to be accepted, 
Just leaves me disheartened and drained....

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How the wind plays
across the water
in changing patterns,
its skittish mood drawn
in ripples and rivulets 
of sparkle under
a morning sun.

The small boats fidgety 
at their moorings
as...

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Self respect
We use to be together 
All season before now 
Long years past we were always
Birds with same feathers
We fly and live together 
But not...

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The best things in life are free 
Love is free 
Peace is free
Kindness is free 
Happiness is free 
Joy is free
Care is free
Togetherness is free...

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I only bank on God 
There is no love in their eyes 
There is no mercy on their hearts 
There hands are ready to devour
This...

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Inspired by a storyline from a show.

Not everyone's childhood is a blessing. Some of us learn harsh lessons. It makes trust and honesty high priorities....

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[Characters: Thomas, Jesse, Mark]

In a small town of Athens, Thomas and his disciples served the town well, with their Wisdom and Knowledge, by helping out...

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Faith over fear

I saw a guiding light in the darkest night, 
It was the hope that kept me going 
and the love that kept me...

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Right foot snaps in place ushering a new perspective, 
tremor within the ankle. 
This electric energy drives up the knee, 
the unknown. 
Piercing eyes has...

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I succumb to ecstasy.
Your voice, your lips.
I quiver, then chip....

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Trust is knowing the real truth about your friends.
Trust is believing in the truth in the end,
Trust is newborns love for its parent’s care.
Trust is...

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Trust is an art, difficult to learn
Takes a while to build and years to earn
A seed to nourish, a flower to bloom
A fragile thread, but...

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There's this little fragile
Betwixt the escort.
Trying to understand
Their psyche,
Their interest.
Are they really the armours
Or the aviary?
And will the dust devil arrive,
Rising from our own silhouette,
Compressing...

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It’s Only Paranoia Until Its Too Late!, By Davieo, David Rothchild 

It’s only paranoia 
Until it’s too late
I love my paranoia 
It keeps me so...

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