I am but life of pain that lives through words of
freedom My body is a temple of bones, scorns … and tar Imprisoned by my liberty The one that seems to be limited I am the unfair, love and wars The love that I seek And the war to get it Both are unfair, both leave scars I am a generation, education and limitation Of what meant to be real Of what I’m supposed to feel I am all, whole and less I am but life through pain that ache from words of
freedom My body is a temple of stones, dawns … and tar Imprisoned by my humanity The one that seems to be perfected I am despair that flows along blood The voice of who can’t speak The blind who cannot peek The human origin, I’m mud I am inspiration, occupation and immigration Of the nobles and their stand Of blood over the land I am what all miss I am but life and pain that write the words of
freedom My body is a temple of mourns, crowns … and tar Imprisoned by identity The one that seems to be omitted I am the stare of a hungry child The struggle of the week The abyss and
the peak The urban and the wild They call me revolution Of hope, their final beam Their mean to redeem
There are so very many poignant, jaw dropping lines here. I would have to paraphrase your whole poem. Wow. Wow. Wow. That's all that keeps coming to mind. This is shockingly good and raw and smart and just in your face, wake the f**k up folks, feel this, feel me, its all right here, right now.....
Good God....I need another coffee to swallow this write....xo
From where you come from, is there a lot of strife? Only a person with the perspective of suffering, could have written this. Most people are blind to true suffering, I think you know what I mean.
I thought this was a a very well done poem i wish my own were this good. It was delightfully dark at time and This is the third time i've read it and it won't be the last :D
I really liked this, both as poem and as a social/political commentary. You balanced the heavy weight of war and its effects on a nation in a meaningful and profound way. I especially enjoyed the way the first stanza returned throughout the story, changing each time to fit the narrator's perspective. Excellent job, keep it up.
You really described the emotions of love well.. The fight the love the balance between the two..and as I read I thought wow..sometimes it's to hard...xx
I like the story and the desire of the poem. Sometime change is hard. Some revolutions can take a lifetime. Some are in days. Change don't mean better. Could lead us to a worst place? Great ending to a outstanding poem.
Coyote