“ Colour Me Human ” ~ in the colour of life ~

 

Colour me human

Be her ambition

In world to imbue,

With exacting will

Wants vibrant hue,

Says ‘tis reflection

Of colours be true,

In shades held free

Save colour of blue,

Wouldst imply sad

Begs colour renew,

In the colour of life

Be the colour of you…

 

So colour me please

That I hypothesize,

To accept with ease

I’ll find empathize,

Fading life shades

May not so apprise,

We’ll soon turn blue

In a dank shady haze,

Not colour you chose

To best colour me too!

 

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“ Relinquished ” ~ of uncertainty ~

Abandoned thus

To absurdity,

The part of me

That did insist,

On feelings

Of uncertainty…

I then relinquished

Conformity,

Once I distinguished

The enormity,

Of life in a mind free!

                                                          ode to an awakening…

“ Living ” ~ in googleland ~

Convinced I remain,

To do without

Crutch or cane,

Held to steady

Wobbles inane,

Of insecurity

Ever menacing,

Can but impede

One being free,

Chose live outside

That google spree,

In a world aside

As content absentee,

From time crippling

State of computerized,

At nerdish pace degree

Will charade thus to flee,

To their googleland addiction!

“ What Will Hold Sway ” ~ to be rid of hate ~

 

One ceases wonder

What might hold sway,

On yet reached state

Gone beyond late,

Would set us free

In time be rid of hate,

To not play race

Nor creed or faith,

Means embrace bait,

Preached by man dubious

In a dogmatic place,

In grips now held as bold

Where power so extols,

Man would find to call fate!

 

ode, to the overpowered by hate,
the world over…

 

“ A Mask ” ~ for my mind ~

 

Be no place

Worldwide

One can hide,

When locked

In the eye,

Of a brother

Said big,

Cyber spy

To follow

We fellows,

Begs time

Knit façade,

Held a Mask

For my mind…

 

Fit disguise

Will so bide,

Gist of me

To stay free,

Camouflaged,

Need not flee

As privacy be,

Mine decides

I stand free!

 

 

“ Freedom ” ~ requires not assertion ~

Why do they speak

Of freedom,

As  to dispense

Be of their province,

By what measure

Need expense

Falsely imply,

Want approbate

Fashions certainty,

Of inferred liberty…  

 

Who, so presumes,

Can rule we’re free,

Or they’ve a right

To author a decree, 

On any moral stake

Officiate so declare,

Such be their dictate…

 

They, paltry thespians

Speak of freedom,

As though in some play

Autonomy be their say,

Or self-determination

Wouldst be in doubt…

 

Why do they postulate

With such hypocrisy,

As if their fallacies

Ought give me liberty,

Whilst I’m already free,

Requiring not assertion

Thus my freedom be!