Freedom Wasted Poems

Busking for breakfast in Kabul
a puffed up dream idealology
haze delineating freedom
as mournful tunes offset tranquility

Crowds gather to gawk
sentimental shards of shrapnel
life left unguarded
wasted away 
another...

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Wasted life is wasted time. 
Bullet freed can't be undone. 
Method of a senseless crime. 
Muzzle flashing from the gun. 

Screaming curses fill the air....

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I am oh so sorry Gail, for my immature, inconsiderate, 
selfish life style and for all that being these things 
has caused you to suffer...

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No matter how deep you think you dug
The earth on top still lies fresh
In a heartbeat
In a teardrop
In the flutter of a Raven’s wings
Mere seconds...

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Jesus...  I've been wasting my
 time on foolish things.
Not living a godly life,
 nor having the joy it brings.

How much of my time...
 With...

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Wasted water; flow;
mouth of careless life; freedom.
The tree breaths his lost....

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