Poems about free

Nothing like a gesture
From one friend
To another
To make me feel
A thousand times better

A mission to live,
A life we've forgot,
In which is chosen,
And time, we are not.

It all just happens,
Like the butterflies wing,
As the spiders web,
Opens into greater things.

Colours collide,
As sounds come alive,
A garden of Eden,
So we can all thrive.

Thinking we're helpless,
Is simply just that,
A belief about self,
Which makes us feel flat.

The truth is wholeness,
We're all part of that,
No individuals,
So stop where you're at.

None of my poetry abounding
My
AA meetings not until next week
The old sounds ring in my ears
I am short breathed imaging
Trying to deal with
By turning Evanescence up as loud
As her beautiful goes
Drown out all the demons
But it still has
All of me
By the balls
And I know it
I don't know what to
Do about it
Drowning
In the trailer park
Under the dark
Canopy
A fish
Out of water
Gulping
Down the new
Abstinence
Killing
Brain cells
One way or
The other

I felt as though I missed the last step on my stairs
I felt so stupid for not realising
I was laughing at myself
My whole world felt like I was falling and I couldn't understand why till I was told the truth
And now my feet r placed on the ground
But suddenly I miss falling
It seemed to feel like I was flying
As free as a bird
Now I'm no longer free but trapped in a cage we call socitry

Into the MARKET PLACE, gentle little girl
Comes with her wicker basket
Covered by a golden cloth

Into the MARKET PLACE
The sacred MARKET PLACE

Walking proudly 'mongst the men
With her wicker basket
Covered by a golden cloth

What is she doing there?
The gentle little girl

What is in her basket
Covered by a golden cloth?

All the men-folk stop and stare
At the little girl

Into the MARKET PLACE
The gentle little girl goes there

Into the sacred
MARKET PLACE

The gentle little girl

All the family I have is a family of three.
I will tell you all three, if only to be freed.

One of them is real and hardly ever ceased.
Lies.
Lies.
Lies.
Oh how it must die.

I told you one but the rest are still in the rain.
This one is real, and caused by wanted heartache.
Pain.
Pain.
Pain.
Oh how it leaves me with unbearable strain.

The last one is real and its color is a deep red, filled so in harmless dread.
Blood.
Blood.
Blood.
Oh how it leaves people dead.

So strangers and lovers, you have heard my plea. Satan has got me, now set me free.

Dreaming of warmer days,
Walking hand in hand through the sand,
With the one she loves.
She was a free spirit...

Who could understand
People come and go.
Who is left? Who is she?
Sitting down among the stars...

Crying into the wind,
Wanting what her heart yearns
For and having trouble giving in.
Wrapping her soul in the hands of her maker...

Crying to her Lord.
One day soon... One day soon...

He whispers to her soul...

This day she was a free Spirit.
A spirit was she......

This day came just like before
A visitor like no other she knew no more
The mystery of her past came flowing gently forth
Singing like an old shoe that would be drowning her soul...

The labor was too much as her hands would bleed
As she tried and tried again to nail herself to heaven
The words seemed scrambled
Falling from the earth...

Hearing the laughter flowing oh so gently
As she sang so softly to ears of no one
Bleeding from head to toe
Just wanting to hear the words
'I love you'...

Hearts break and bend
On those special days
Bursting with sadness
That can only begin...

Looking at the past
The future to come
This day
She was one free spirit and there were more to come......


Debbie Brooks 2014

It's things like this that make me wonder
If our love is going under.
Maybe it just isn't meant to be,
Or you've just stopped being into me.

Either way I will be happy.
I'm not letting my self feel crappy.
I don't need you in order to be me,
Honestly, without you I'd be more free.