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A poem about a dream
As I took a breath, this morning
I wondered what it'd be
To be a body without life
and a body without feel
What feels like such a trauma
is also a reason to live
Cuz this is how we learn to fly after a fall
and how we dare to dare
I've known a lot of stories
and eyes that would tell more tales
But not every soul would speak up
nor every silence would stay put
I longed to take a s...
Friday 22nd March 2019 9:09 am
FREEDOM
FREEDOM
I fly through the mountain valley chasing my own shadow
at five hundred miles an hour, on a knife edge
turn I fly around a rock outcrop, g-force crushing me down.
A feeling of being alive lasts forever as time stands still
in a microsecond, for I am on a wing and a prayer,
flying for freedom in a stolen fighter plane.
I have no guns or missiles to...
Friday 11th May 2012 6:29 pm

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