A meditation on freedom- K. B

  A meditation on freedom

 

 

Closed up
Like a shell,
The more
You open
Yourself,
The less hits,
Jus’ make sure
To open the right
Door.

Worlds,
Worlds
Colliding,

Realities
Frictionnating,

You have a grit,
A hunch
Of what may
Happen.

Jus’ make
Sure
To open
The right
Door,

This is
A meditation
On freedom.

It sprang
From nothingness
Which each time
Energy pulsing,

I sometimes
Become
Paranoid
In front of
The obstacles,

Then,

I rationalize.

What’s poetry
All about ?

The paper
Is drinking
My blood.

With each
Poem,
Regeneration
Is needed !

Tiresome
And lonely
Life,

A moment before,
Boobs were dancing,
Firm and fresh.

Eating too
Much,

Scared to death
From the ominous…
Invasion !

Goddam it,
Do I really
Have to make
Poetry?

Isn’t it possible
To reverse
Their psychological
Machinery?

Goddam it,
Life’s rosy,

But Gosh,
Jesus,

How twisted
Everything is !

Harmony
Is on the verge
Of disruption.

Don’t you
Worry,

Things
Come your way
But make sure
To open the right
Door.

There are
Traps,
Explosions
In the making,
Slavery,
Coz’,
They hate
To be free !

 
K.B.

 
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