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I know not freedom
I know not freedom!
My songs die to the disorientation in man's fair wisdom,
My song die to the imbecilic burgeoning of fair minds!
In cloistered instants I nudged my dry lips
to call to scour the pain in my bones,
I prayed midnight naked and thought I could write back to cut the Gordian knot,
But still, freedom I know not!
With relic poems I purified my eyes to sight an ancient piece of me,
I stretched my soul for the hand of a little boy I once been, But there is none of me where I once left myself!
My word ousted by stilted and truth -tilted theories!
I now sing soullessly my withered song with bitter taste,
A song that beats back the pain buried beneath my opaque scars,
My hope dries up like the skin of tribal drums!
I know not freedom!
from (Steer Away from the Shoals 2013)
My songs die to the disorientation in man's fair wisdom,
My song die to the imbecilic burgeoning of fair minds!
In cloistered instants I nudged my dry lips
to call to scour the pain in my bones,
I prayed midnight naked and thought I could write back to cut the Gordian knot,
But still, freedom I know not!
With relic poems I purified my eyes to sight an ancient piece of me,
I stretched my soul for the hand of a little boy I once been, But there is none of me where I once left myself!
My word ousted by stilted and truth -tilted theories!
I now sing soullessly my withered song with bitter taste,
A song that beats back the pain buried beneath my opaque scars,
My hope dries up like the skin of tribal drums!
I know not freedom!
from (Steer Away from the Shoals 2013)
Published 28th Jul 2014
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