Freedom isn't Free

Freedom
is a state
of mind.
You can
be free
even if
in a cage.

Freedom calls!

The sky has thoroughfares
for birds to fly
The sea has highways
for fish to swim
and what have I
but my mind's eye

The clouds they flit by
today a pretty puff
tomorrow messy rain
so fleeting the beauty
so sad the end
just like you and I

So why sigh with sadness
why thrive on sorrow
why shed tears at losses
of dollar and cents
and lovers
who took and move on

Lets be free
of all constraint
lets be free
of all tethers
Of this world's
Balls and Chains

Cut the shackles
leave the chains
let no one,
nothing hold you back
Just be free
and with freedom, fly!

Retarded rights

The fundamentalists    
infect society with their slogans   
Their soveregin servants      
profess perjured principles      
their law axe your reverie         
plunder your prolific planet      
         
Their traditions      
spear down your   
sprouting genesis   
as you don't fit into       
rotten rituals of society             
their egoist perception         
badging you as an outlaw         
the cultured culprits stab      
your syllogism to silence      
       
their stagnant ethics trim         
the stamina of your spirit      
foul fetish for favour from federal        
their flags of fallacy float high      
mob molesting the minority      
whipping the citizens like cattle      
as they're entrusted  
with authentic autocracy.      
       
But i'm not among those empty skulls      
where they can carve out      
covetous capitalistic policies.

is it freedom
that makes
you happy
or is it
being happy
that makes
you free

your illusion
is you freedom
it is only
your illusion
that which is free

Stockholm Syndrome (with audio)
 
Audio:  
http://soundclick.com/share.cfm?id=12443394  
 
We've got fistfuls of misery.. Pistols and split-skulls, insults to injury,      
Our history was bullshit.. Blissful ignorance, sinful synergy,      
So criminal.. How this shit's pulled is a mystery.. Actually, it's not,      
Minimal imagery and tragedy took casualties to plot..      
Actively, it watches us.. Integral to victory, the faculty was shocked,      
Went from miserable to sympathy, then rapidly.. it stopped..      
No coverage on the news, or this supplemental government,      
A fundamental covenant is troublesome to some,      
But for others, not so cumbersome a punishment to come..      
It only proves just how troubled we've become..      
If the short of it's God failed, break ties and call it off,      
Ordering cocktails.. Make mine a Molotov..      
All is lost, I take it the lines have all been crossed,      
Take your time.. I'm just saving mine for the holocaust,      
Co-conspirators.. Civil disobedience,      
Shifted our focus here, because a system's only lenience,      
Is living astray.. It's our right to assemble,      
But our right to free-speech was given away,      
With a life on rental.. Fight to keep peace from hitting the fray,      
You'll be the envy of kings.. Any means justifies the end,      
But our legacy is everything, it must defy a trend-      
Setting emptiness, a tendency we trust and try to mend..  
While never lending a thing.. Anything so cut and dry will undermine again,      
By my calculation.. Amalgamation of my decisions,      
Having palpitations, the validation of my existence sent me to sing..      
I've just never had the voice.. Tried to reach you anyway, I've never had a choice,      
'Til The populace acknowledges it's got no victims..      
What it's got is hostages with Stockholm Syndrome.        
     
Copyright © 2013 Travis J Gibbs, The Ant1-Her0 Project

/\/\/\ mind blown

Thank you!

Can't Wait to See My Caged Bird Fly


Whispering sweet nothings
over the phone--
talking about anything
and my rainy Manchester home
trying to entice you to come
live with me...
after your ordeal is over.

I hope reading my mails
keep you from sorrows
as yours did to me;
post my photograph
on your dark and barren wall
to keep you company.

I will fly half-way round the world
to welcome you with open arms
when your cage finally opens,
and together we will both fly
to see the beauty of the world
only seen in your dreams!

I could only imagine how
our first meeting would be;
our hearts would melt with desires,
as our lips would finally seal--
with fervor burning to the core
of our old and loving souls.

All alone am I with nothing to do
just thinking of you
while I look at your picture:
your big beautiful brown eyes,
and feline face--
they're always in my mind!
I can't wait for the day
that I can smell your long dark hair,
and hold your body next to mine
while my fingers meander through
every curves of your sexy body.

Every setting sun reminds me
of short lived moments--
talking to you on the phone;
every seconds seem eternity
while I wait for you
until you are set free.
Can't wait any longer,
tell me...
Is there a prize
for your freedom?

Common sense and logic defied,
we would create our own little world--
away from prying eyes,
and sharp tongues of the devils;
we would live a life
beyond your wildest dreams!

Caged Freedom: Shattered Dreams

How wonderful it is
To see birds flying freely
As they start to migrate
Put them in a cage
They will also cry
How much more the dainty people
Oppressed and tongue-tied
Shackled to their dreams
Prisoners in their own land
Only hope remains

What happens when their dreams
Are shattered and their hope is gone
Lost lives of loved ones
Are they not enough?
To sacrifice one’s life
Over prolonged suffering
Would it be a better choice?
Maybe it is…
For someone once said,
“Give me liberty, or give me death.”

In a Suit

Teachers train you to forget,
bosses think they’re
heaven sent,
and family pressures
dress you down in brand names.

In a suit
and on the lamb,
from contracts written
in their hand,
a school, a job, a life
I can’t escape from.

Expecting dreams
to fade in time,
expounding you
to fall in line,
and kill the voice
that makes your mind
your own.

In a suit
and out of hope,
I kill my senses just to cope
with senseless streams
of un-burnt smoke
and mirrors.

"Young Freedom"

A youngster breaking into the world
Trying to pave a way for their life
There's always a restraining hand
A voice saying "No, it's not time."

The indignation, the protesting struggle
Building up behind the mouth of this youth
Flowing through their altering body
Inspiring actions hasty and uncouth

They begin to rampage and rage wildly
Breaking laws and their mamas hearts
Attempting to prove their independence
Not realizing the proper way to start

Some curb their impulsive body and tongue
Halting their instincts in favor of reason
Thinking and considering consequences
To any action taken in this confusing season

Realizing rebellion won't command respect
Neither will sulking in pathetic self pity
Perceiving that responsibility must be learned
Because freedom sure as hell ain't free


(Just thought I'd provide a different perspective from the other entries.)

"Freedom in Christ?"

Ancient teachings
Questionable instructions
Twisted views of women and slaves
Stories and parables
Of love and miracles
Tales of faithfulness of the brave

This God of theirs
Demands love "or else torture"
An eternity in hell for what?
Mere sins of one life
For perpetual strife
To me that won't make the cut

Sitting in their pews
Clinging  to their holy books
Unable to fathom any other
They call this heist
"Free in Christ"
Where, in what they follow after?

Trapped in their belief
Following blindly it seems
"I'm saved by his graciousness!"
I see nothing free
Just limited philosophy
Flaws and incompleteness

I'm slow to grasp
Understand this cult
This group with conviction
So strong, unbending
It's not accepting
Their so called liberation

It comes with too much fine print

Everything's Ok (PTSD Song)
i've seen a lot of things
did things most couldn't dream
but the things i've seen
are more like nightmares
i shake it off
like i dont care
say its just part of the job
oh

inside its killing me
i close my eyes
and those long nights is all i see
i hear those fireworks
and cant help but jump
i want to hit the ground
but no one around
would understand
so i go on day by day
like everythings ok

i can smile with the best of em
fake it with the rest of em
yeah nobody needs to know
where i go
when i sleep at night
its a never ending fight

inside its killing me
i close my eyes
and those long nights is all i see
i hear those fireworks
and cant help but jump
i want to hit the ground
but no one around
would understand
so i go on day by day
like everythings ok

i know i'm not the only one
that can still hear the sounds of a gun
i'll be alright
fightin this fight

inside its killing me
i close my eyes
and those long nights is all i see
i hear those fireworks
and cant help but jump
i want to hit the ground
but no one around
would understand
so i go on day by day
like everythings ok

Who won?