Free Spirited

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We climbed on playgrounds Childhood
Different worlds
Childhood stories
Clashing swords
We ran for meters
Discovering new places
Of abandoned crevices
The quiet little places
We swam 
Into the quiet sea
Wrapped by its touch
We felt so free
Drifted our thoughts 
Into most glorious stories
The good old tales
Of this land’s glories
Sometimes a tear or two
Was shed
Sometimes we dreamt
Awake in bed
Of all that’s been
Of what’s to come
Holding onto moments
While trying to be someone
A day of inspiration
And maybe pain too
So that we may learn
What we as children knew.

Jan 21, 2014
2:57 am

Where Adventure Hides

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In the moments of absolute happiness
In the curious smiles of children
In the broken paths of the woods
In the steps of our feet
In the questions to our answers
In the abandoned crevices of old buildingstumblr_mldask92JP1rjv16co1_500
In the rusty cathedral bell towers
In the endless fields of scattered flowers
In the dark corners of our basements
In the print filled pages of our libraries
In the smell of pine needles and cookies during Christmas
In the freedom of music and dance
In the laughter of those who have known pain
In the scent of white birch forests touched by morning dew
In the first twenty seconds of courage
In the forgotten silence of the wind
In the graffiti painted walls by the train stations
In the sounds of flipping pages through the isles of a bookstore
In the multi-cultural inhabitants of the loud cities
In the poverty-stricken cottages of a lonely world
In the eyes of forsaken children without mothers
In the noises of the occupied playgrounds
In the piles of multicolored leaves in October
In behind the fences that we climbed
In the puddles of last evenings rain
In the golden glow of the moons face
In the bitter cold air after a laden snowfall
In the rush of sledding down a huge hill
In the fragrance of fresh watermelon on a summer’s day
In the words and paintings of long dead artists
In the photographs of dusty, old scrapbooks
On the streets where we grew up.

Do you remember…
Do you remember…
That?

February 10, 2013
6:08pm
(unedited draft)

The Author to Her Book

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Please whisper,
Whisper in my ear
Because it’s your words
That I long to hear
Please tell me,
Tell me we all have a voice
Because we were lost
But then found by choice
Please take me,
Take me far away from here
Wrap me in your arms
And let me disappear
Please write me,
Write me what was said
So that when memory escapesimagination
You won’t leave my head
Please drive me,
Drive me to be mad
Engulf me in adventures,
And passions that I never had
Please keep me,
Keep me close to you
So when I have no words to say
Remind me that you do
Please be there,
When I am old and gray
To speak about the story
I never had a chance to say.

November 21, 2013
4 pm

On the Subject of Freeing Oneself

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What is life without adventure?
What is life without passion?
Must we always be so silent,
Following our parents fashion? 
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Must we not think for ourselves?
And give up all inspiration
Must we accept things as they are?
And be conformed through obligation?

Can we hear and just accept?
Not knowing fully what was spoken
And spend years tied in regret
Before our thoughts are finally broken

Can we not draw from men before us,
The ones who lived, learned, and taught?
We were created for a purpose
Great minds, but maybe we forgot

Wilde said, “Be yourself;
Everyone else is taken,”
But people often hold you back
Disrupt the story you were making,

This dread poured out on paper
With frustration in your hand
Waiting for a chance to begin livin’
Not being pulled at every (wild) end,

A time enveloped with inspiration
Breathe and let your mind just soar,
Write and dream of freedom coming
Adventure will arrive once more!

October 16, 2012
12:35 am

Order of Operations

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I want to see life
In it’s simplest occasion
I long to discover
Purpose without persuasion
I want to return
To the mind of the child
I long to let go
Run free and wild
I want to forget
All these things I have known
I long to erase memories
As to the past I return
I want to learn
Without judgement, not in vain
I long to inhale fully
To seek adventure, forget pain
I want to change
From the inside out
I long to find
The things I can live without
I want to read
With imagination in mind
I long to experience
Love beyond kind
I want to be patient
I am willing to wait
I long to have courage
To grant life a new fate.

November 25, 2012
4:47 pm