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When I think of freedom, true freedom without rues or laws, I see the way of the natural world. I also see, however, chaos. Chaos which only appears when you give humans the freedom of the natural world. Mankind can’t handle freedom therefore they create chaos. Humans are meant to be bound by social, cultural and political tethers, humans can not know or have true freedom.
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All Shall Recede
Sand Castles will succumb
To the tides of tomorrow,
And the dandelion’s seeds
Are at mercy to the winds.
The sea ice is melting,
Meanwhile forests fall.
In an eventual anomaly,
The Moon will break adrift.
Somehow and someday,
All will fade away.
Children break off from parents
Just as chicks will leave the nest.
Development of independence
Breeds beginnings and ends.
We grow old and decompose
In a relative nanosecond
In contrast to space time;
Fascinatingly frightful.
However strongly we wish to deny;
Eventually all must bid goodbye.
Departure is unfortunate,
Regretful yet required.
Life is forged from greetings
Then propelled by fa
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Sad Poem (Written on a Monday)
Inside our house, surrounded
by plants, that soft light—
the weakest shade
of gray and waiting
to turn it all yellow.
I have slept and slept
for days now,
unfolding into small
moments, only to see you
orbiting our mattress,
waiting for some type of
human reaction, any
kind of movement.
I need a haircut.
I need to shave and go
to work and forget these
days of no control
where I’m a child again,
reeling and afraid that it
will always be this way,
that I will always be in my room,
alone until someone calls me down
for supper, and then a bath,
some prime time television,
and straight to bed.
I am locked outside of something
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everything left unsaid.
I was watching the flowers
wilt in my hands,
sullen, brown-tinted petals
curling over and dying
with break-necked proclivity,
a lifeline of wastrels
marching over the bridge of my nose,
eyes open wide and
let the rivers in.
A thousand estuaries
lapping, wave upon wave
of smoke-enveloped fishing boats,
washed up on the shore
lying, rusting,
among the flower petals;
leviathan
grave-robbers, pollen-crazed
and greedy
stole into my heart,
read mysteries in my arteries
and plundered my lungs
for any last breath --
and left me
gasping
for yours
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