just lemme be free / lemme be me /take this blindfold off so I can see / I wanna breathe / I wanna speakeasy / I wanna walk in the trees / get lost in a breeze / I wanna feel the world freeze / I wanna free my mind / I wanna be alive – Please.
Tag Archives: Freedom
Calm as the ocean of glass
Blank of ripples
A slumber of the mind
Easy as the earth rotates the sun
I write these words
Without need for purpose
Like life itself
Simply freedom is enough.
Free; A short story.
She was a princess; and a queen; and a leader
She was stunning and punctual
A poetic goddess with a gleaming smile
Anything and everything at her fingertips
Although she never asked for it
So beautiful and yet so sad and lonely
Its true that money can’t buy you happiness
Nor can beauty define your soul
She wept many nights and days
Wishing she could be swept off her feet
And taken far, far from here
For the constraints of her life were a world of hell
She wanted so badly to see outside these walls
The walls built to protect
Yet desecrated everything sacred
The walls circled her like vultures
Awaiting her death to finally close in
She stayed awake late nights to watch the constellations
Every shooting star a wish
And many tears that followed
One late night on a full moon s
Guards tending to other things
Her royal queen decided she can no longer stay
She fastened bedsheets to a tree
And fell hard on the ground outside the walls
The wind whispered through the trees
As she walked along a path to unknown
And when morning rised
She was on her own
The princess had never felt so alone
So vunerable; but she continued to walk
The sun continued to rise
And the birds began to chirp
Like the birth of a new world
And the sun kissed her skin
And the world finally made sense
That she was finally vulnerable
Alone and on her own
Peace and serenity
It all began.
When I Ran Away With The Night.
In the sweet dark of night;
The blanket of black comfort
Watch over me with eyes of moon and stars
We’ll be going and going and going
So far; from this hole
This time we’re never coming back
And Im ecstatic
I waited my whole life
To disappear into your arms
Its finally time for us to go away
There is no love left
And no reason to stay
I calmly walk on down the lane
Counting my money
Tears of joy;
Streaming down my face
Avoid Both – The Great Middle Way
There are two extremes that are not to be indulged in
by one who has gone forth. Which two?
That which is devoted to sensual pleasure
with reference to sensual objects:
base, vulgar, common, ignoble, unprofitable;
and that which is devoted to self-affliction:
painful, ignoble, unprofitable.
Avoiding both of these extremes,
the Middle Way realized by the Tathagata
—producing vision, producing knowledge—
leads to calm, to direct knowledge, to self-awakening, to liberation.
―Buddha Shakyamuni, Dharmachakrapravartana Sutra
Source: Avoid Both
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From the moment we are born…. via Under The Blue Door
“From the moment we are born, people tell us that the world is like this and like that, this way, that way. It is natural that – for a certain period of time – we end up believing what we are told. But we must soon push these ideas aside and discover our own way of living reality.” ~Paulo Coelho, Warrior of the Light
Source: “From the moment we are born, people tell us that the world is like this and like that, this way, that way. It is natural that – for a certain period of time – we end up believing what we are told. But we must soon push these ideas aside and discover our own way of living reality.” ~Paulo Coelho, Warrior of the Light
“Keep going!” she said…
They stream down my face.
On a breakdown verge.
Of the mind
Shattered pieces of life
Something is heard through my sobbing…
Hearing myself as a child.
Screaming at me…
Screaming through space and time
At the top of her lungs
Through the years of pain and anguish
“Keep going! Your almost there!”.
I hear her…
and I turn away from my nightmare….
wipe my chin*
I say back to her…
And place one more step
And then another…
Towards the concept…
And all of its glory.
Trans Pride: A Higher Cause (Poetry) – Nina
The Type of writer who lites fires with typewriters.
Trans pride; n its a quite higher:
Despite my minor flaws I write because.
Inspired by role models and not cold bottles.
No more sorrow.
I’m trans and…
Trans transgender pride; my gender why?
In splendor I; am utterly myself.
Selfishly no; selfless by being oneself with.
All that I can and possibly will.
If I didn’t; I’d probably be ill.
Although it really needs no commentary.
On the contrary I still see a bigots daily
I’m doing fine but I can imagine somewhere out there…
Someone is terrified of being themselves
I see this clearly.
Now a common occurring; non obscuring event.
I present myself to the world plus my 2 cents.
Have a conscience; discriminatory nonsense.
Happiness lays around the corner for many.
Plenty if we; could set an example and
Simply be free.
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