The Simple Life ” ~ of free to be ~

 

The simple life

Be thus my plea

Of all that leads

To keep me free,

Of endless strife,

Hence too spared

Of empty words        

That I be freed

From covetous rule

Peopled by fools,

And ne’er be fixed

To sanguine creeds,

Like verbose drool

On unwary seeds,

Who feed their guile

Until made blind

By oracles that bind,

Would that their world

Be judged freedom

Far from the simple life,

Wants but be free!

 

 

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“ The Crow ” ~ in endless flight ~

 

I am the crow,

In a grave

Dark world,

A soul in plight

Black as the night,

Forced to live

An endless flight,

Looking for a path

To the freedom I seek,

As anxiety nears

This wizened meek,

Who’ll suffer hell

Or fly with the devil

For a ray of light

That shows way clear,

To end one’s journeys

In the dead of night!