Metaphors for Choice

If you can’t see the path of freedom
If you can’t view autonomy
If you look for the bad and hope for worse
You impinge your liberty

If you fail to see behind the veil
Don’t turn the stone to view
What’s hidden underneath you won’t
Ever see what is true

And if you don’t listen, only shout aloud
Your thoughts will fall unheard
For freedom’s path reveals all this
Away from wars with words

It wends along the open road
Isn’t constricted or constrained
By dichotomies or biased thought
More so along a spectrum lane

A spectrum lane of diversity
Where all shall have a voice
Where freedom and autonomy
Are the metaphors for choice.

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Paranormal Prose

There are times when the pen
Becomes a channel
Expanding consciousness
Mediating the unseen
Through the medium of ink
Accessing a higher realm
That is inspired from within
Through dissociated flow
Bursting forth springs of spontaneity
Where words will appear as strangers
When reunited with their author
Surprising writer and reader alike
For then when the quill becomes still
That which is written is a mystery
An inscription of discovery
Paranormal prose

 

Stop The Parent Clones

Give your children freedom
Bequeath them autonomy
Encourage them to be themselves
And not a mini-me

For a parents job is not there to
Manipulate the mind
More so help children forge their own
Identity in kind

To help them grow their own ideas
Speak words that they alone
Have crafted independently
Not as a parent clone

And then our children will achieve
A sense of who THEY are
People in their own right who shine
Light from their own blessed star

Free Once Again

Let the brume of oppression

The dark clouds go back

To the tree that lies cast

In oiled waters so black

Where the hated and venom

Are carried away

In a flight to an island 

A long way away

And the atmosphere clears

So that peace once more reigns

As the heavens breathe out

To live free once again 

The Dream

He had a dream and I do too
Where blame and judgement cease
And truth, responsibility
Are set to fly; released
Where lives are lived with pure respect
For fellow humankind
And stress from others bearing down
Is gone from every mind
Where joy is seated in the hearts
Of those who walk the earth
With peace and love in harmony
Contentment given birth

And though some might declare this dream
Utopian; not real
It could exist if we all thought
Just how the other feels
Take time to see the other side
Have space to include you
And let the I, the me, the self
Perceive altitude view
Whilst honouring the standards that
We hold; those we esteem
As freedom and autonomy
Present out of the dream

 

What Is Love If

What is love if
It is not tolerant
Unprejudiced

What is love if
It does not release
Unshackled

What is love if
It does not accept
Unconditionally

Control

Control!  That thing that makes us feel
Empowered and then in charge
That lets us feel so safe; secure
To then steer lifespan’s barge

The essence of a well-planned path
The way we want to go
The rhythm and the rhyme we think
That keeps us in the flow

The means to level saliencies
To keep all in a line
In tow with how we’d like our life
To wander and be fine

But likewise it can easily
Destroy! Manipulate
Usurp relationships and cause
Disruption and much hate

For overbear and hold the reins
On other’s destiny
And there will be a price to pay
That control can’t oversee

The negative of what is right
The windward side of slope
The scree of broken lives that are
Devoid of love and hope

The fear of what might thus prevail
When flexibility
Replaces rigid, firmer soil
With freedom’s territory

So be the master of your soul
The author of your mind
And have the courage to let each
Do as they are inclined

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Emotional Slavery

There’s a new form of slavery
Rife in society
The trading of emotions that
Deprive all liberty

The influence of money
Where some are bought and sold
Friendships, loyalty all priced
Against the cost of gold

Whilst some will buy your silence
Others treat you to ensure
You like them or rely on them
Save shoo them out the door

Where cash is now the thing that speaks
And you; commodity
But consider this for you have worth
And that just comes for free

Emotional Armour

Be equipped and be ready!
Be safe, be sure, be true
Be prepped to counter actions that
Would otherwise hit you

Be organised for battle
Be strong and firm of mind
Be dressed and operational
With willingness entwined

And take care to dress in armour
That helps and saves the day
With an attitude of focus
Uplifting on the way

With a helmet of protection
Save positive mind-set
And breastplate to defend against
Bad feelings lest you fret

Wear shoes of perfect eagerness
Be certain and ready
With a shield upholding values
Of pure centrality

Save a belt of truth and honour
A sword with words so wise
Honed to influence and impact
Life’s daily enterprise

Bronze parade armour (Photo credit: Swamibu)

Freedom Call

From the cradle to the grave
Impart a creed of love
Teach fairness and teach tolerance
With peace combined thereof

And don’t let colour of a skin
Nor disability
Sit in the seat of judgement where
The truth is hard to see

Don’t rush to brash assumption
Nor empower a path of blame
But turn away from hatred
Lest all else that might inflame

And light a fire within your heart
One that considers all
With outreach, empathy and hope
Unite the freedom call

Freedom (Photo credit: Kliefi)