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If all of them are blind
And if my heart is right
If, -what a soft delight! ,
This could bring peace to mind
Would I be strong enough
To go against their walls
To let my deep beliefs
Grow on, as a relief,
And confide them sorely
What is the best for me?
Wouldn't I rather save myself
Keeping silent as a pale shell
Thinking loudly inside my head,
My eyes, threatening path into my inner pace?
A wind of freedom circled in my hair,
Whispers of tempest flying in the air
Words, words,
So faint a sword
To protect me from hiding the one I can't resolve to be.
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PERSIAN NIGHTINGALE (6/9/2008 9:29:00 AM)
A wind of freedom circled in my hair..., lovers circled in the scented ringlets of the beloved who dreams by her own scent.... |
Jonathan ROBIN (5/24/2008 4:46:00 AM)
'if my heart is right...'
BEYOND STRAITJACKETS
Life’s pattern shifts as time from time’s thread stock
mutates or waits on catalyst to key
into, through, metamorphosis to see
beyond historic references’ lock
beyond straitjackets that clear thinking block.
The answer may not individuality
be seen to be but way we Destiny
engage in path unique as life’s short clock
tic tocs from birth to berth, first shock, last dock.
Through open options, opportunity,
each may advance, find wings, at last feel free… |
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