The Innerstanding

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

My painting study, and thoughts on the ID and Ego

Sensitive and strong,

Intimate and brash,

Tender and rough,

Vivacious and demure, 

I  have been all these things,

From each life a bell rings.

Instruction for living, 

Gracious and giving.

Exterior hard and chiseled, 

With an Interior softly nuzzled.

My Love is passionate, 

With needs rarely met.

For some, it is taboo,

Yet it is for me too.

I know the hearts of those,

Who put on different clothes.

It seems to fill the need,

That most societies breed.

But my own innerstanding, 

Know no bounds for landing.

Up here amongst the sky,

I'm free to be and try,

Whatever makes me feel, 

That I still have freewill. 

No bounds for who to Love,

As flightful as a dove.

I know that others scoff,

But are their hearts well off?

An utmost importance, 

Is ones own portance.

To be who they will be,

And remember that they're free.


Submitted: July 14, 2021

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Beautiful, dewey!

Mon, July 19th, 2021 7:17pm


Ta mate,
I wrote this after watching some judgmental pricks deciding the futures of others.
The ignorance of those who wish to impose their own will is astounding.
Freedom shouldn't ever be subjective.
All the best to you Hulla.

Tue, July 20th, 2021 3:04pm

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