freedom's windsA Poem by RuseInexoh sweet freedom to be oneself, free of narcissists' shadowyou captured the wind in a jar made it static air, wind's flow no more you feared she'd mess your pompadour you took her in, took what didn't belong to you she became a flaccid shell raggedy ann in your bed wind blows as warm air meets 'n greets the cold atmosphere you brought her in; she warmed your air a barbie in your stead, plastic doll pin up babe, blow up dame, hot mama caged in your money shell politic cast, spell turned her into stale air, her hell in a jar, with a lid, in your shadow, kept her hid your fish big catch fish bowl warm air turns cold, exhausts itself without the sun doldrums' layer, hanging suffocation battered shattered blows she's the living dead your cold heart made hers stone, plastic doll, killer looks on the outside, raggedy ann's insides, your magazine cover beneath your lust's covers you captured the wind, stopped its flow made it air, your aquarium there, invisible, transparent, an empty jar to see through, to only you "be seen, don't touch, don't speak, don't . . . don't snap, just let," your jet, your homes, your things yours 5th avenue pent up condo no match, inadequate ploy, your toys, i'm comin' in an' settin' her free her hair will flow again in a howling wind she'll spin you 'round, an' blow you down * * * hot air meets cold front you can expect a storm * * * she is the atmosphere; the air that i breathe fills my billows full to gales' force ecstasy unfurled love's banner lovely flows she is the wind uplifted ruffling waving, chiffon fabric her gown sunlit kissed strands, golden hair pearled skin, radiant living doll on meadow's top moving air's fluid flowing, nature's wild flowers blowing in the winds of freedom she is mine again © 2016 RuseInex |
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Added on February 22, 2016 Last Updated on February 22, 2016 AuthorRuseInexFresno, CAAboutI was born in obscurity Outside a small country town’s limits In a plank shack I kept a few memories That come into my head That i still carry around That i visit now and then The dust .. more..Writing
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