Writings From A Liberated Mind

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At times it helps just to pull the restraints from one's mind, and allow it simply wander along. There is no telling where it might go.

Submitted: June 12, 2017

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Writings From A Liberated Mind.

 

This exasperation that I feel

Lies deeply inside of me,

Purloining me of all will

And a glorious future that I see.

 

Children scream running to and fro,

Adults sit so idle, never aware,

Of the manner in which time doth flow,

Thus they live as though they have no care.

 

As the sheep does on his way to slaughter,

Never anticipating, never to  know,

Even when he hears the clatter,

Even when he hears the great boom,

And beholds the blood flow,

That for him his coming moment is one of impending doom.

 

Only me and a few well meaning voices

On the whispering wind possess the ability

To deductively see.

We can visualize where the end lies,

And specifically who it is that is attempting to seize control.

 

Is it the birds flying through the air?

I doubt it.

Is it the monkeys swinging through the trees?

Possibly…

Or is it the demon spirit riding on the night winds,

Whose sweet breezes blend with the midnight moon glow?

 

In the end does it even matter?

Does it really matter who the villain is?

Does it even matter when nothing may be done about it?

Are not we all doomed to only suffer as we go?

 

Most of what we have heard are only lies,

Lies intending to manipulate,

Untruths that cause us to forebear making tries

To prosper or excel in the enterprise that we create.

In the end we are only left with our own deductive analytical minds,

Everybody else is dead!

 


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