Escaping the world without any excuses,
knowing that people won’t judge you
as lazy, afraid, or anything else
that your mind may come up with.
An acceptable way to just be.
via Daily Prompt: Later
In the distant evening
as the songbirds
give their final call,
throw your hat into the lake
Immerse your body
in a cool caress,
of wildness and of stillness,
that’s been here for millennia.
Move yourself in freedom,
or lie beneath the waning sun.
There’s nothing you must be now.
Be with me in misery;
don’t leave me
for the freedom,
believing you’ve no need
of the attention
that I give.
Stay the audience
of my suffering,
this never-ending tragedy
that cannot bear to close.
It’s all the actors know,
and after all this time
how could their patterns change.
The only other way
is for the plays to end.
Searching for anything
is always deep down
about a search for belonging
freedom and peace.
His mind was a lake
where monsters unravelled
in the deep, where they showed
they weren’t monsters
To show and unravel was the way
to their freedom and his.
Sitting in the cage
Knowing freedom lives outside
Work will not be done.
Meltdown of my mind
Into a puddle on the floor.
There it grows into a statue,
Something I’ve never seen before.
I feel freedom, and the cycle continues.
The sensations in my eyes are like of liquid metal.
I’m not sure of the colour, but it’s somewhere
Between a bronze and a silver. There are shivers and a glaze.
Oh everlasting fire of my eyes,
They twinkle, move in circles.
I can’t be seen, they’re holding me fast.
Stillness, stay here with me.
I move with my rage when it comes,
And we take for it’s given. Falling
chalices, they’re golden. Now
What is left is smoke,
The endless rain
Of trailing accolades. She is free,
Freedom itself. Nothing can be sure.
Filigree, your leaves are like ice.
I adorn you along slender necks
You can’t hope to be away from long.
Where was your freedom, you ask me.
Hope is a long way from silver bleaches.
Adornment could never be all.
She’s been here before, in this chamber of possibility, forever passing the signs of freedom. What seems like it should be allowed is suppressed in caverns of mind.