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Created on: April 05, 2009
This is then,
And then we wonder why.
Something takes our mind,
And all the winds blow the same,
Within that there is us.
Go now from here, there is something else.
Way out there beyond,
Satisfy the turmoil of your fears.
There is a place where you can rest,
Live with full breath and vision,
Untaken by that which rattles constantly,
By some thing, that passes us by.
Working through there is where.
A place that we all begin,
To there we all will be.
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Poetry: Freedom
by Tom Mcmurray
I am beggar
I am thief
I am Eve
Buried in belief
I am leader
I am breeder
I am Adam
Narcissistic feeder
I lie inside the doorway
Unable
Those Unopposed
innately nimble thumb sans thimble up
with index OK, it'll be a slow day
for Cricket or crochet
but perfect
A Yearning
Even small as a sparrow
would I be,
if I could fly above the world,
soaring free.
No more than a ripple
would I be,
if
~~ To Fly Away ~~
To fly away and feel free
Only to fly - flying only me
How it would feel -only to love
To fly - soaring like
-In response to "The Life of Olaudah Equiano" an Autobiography-
The ship of slaves
The vessel of the damned
The suffering and
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