“A friend is someone who gives you total freedom to be yourself.”
Jim Morrison
I have a few friends that I can be myself with… they are precious to me. A friendship like that is hard to find so hang on to it with all your heart.
Past letters…
Love –
it
frees
everyone
“Where there is love there is life.” – Mahatma Gandhi
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – life
There is a new feeling
Coursing through my veins
I can’t quite put my finger on it
But it almost feels like hope
It is something I haven’t had
In a very long time
But with changes in the air
And freedom on the horizon
I do believe I like the way it feels
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – course
Abuse happens too often… physical, emotional or both IT IS NOT YOUR FAULT. There is always someone to listen, who will care and you are not alone.
He was once kind
He used to care
Now life is cut apart
With blunt words
Harshly spoken
“You’re fat”
“You’re dumb”
“You’re lazy”
But I know my worth
I know my place
And it is no longer
Being with him
There are people
Who can help me
Places I can go
Freedom is calling
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – blunt
Clandestine lovers meet in the dark
Embracing each other
Wishing for a chance at freedom
Tied to those who no longer care
A chance to rekindle an old flame
This meeting is not the first
Hopefully the next one
Can be more visible
To show each other they care
More than they thought they did
Timing was all wrong for them
But maybe the future will hold
A bit of happiness for both of them
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – clandestine
The road stretches out before me
My destination is unknown
But I must just drive
Wide open spaces
And getting away
All are like gold to me
A precious commodity
To be enjoyed
Like the finer things in life
So give me the open road
And give me pure freedom
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – drive
Camera in hand
She sees all the sights
Oohing and Ahhing
At all of the lights
Christmas in the city
A first for her to see
A holiday of magic
Of course for a fee
But she is willing to pay
For a chance to be happy
For life back at home
Had become, well crappy
So a tourist she’ll be
For this holiday season
And grab what she can
And this is the reason
He doesn’t love her
He at least doesn’t show it
And her freedom she feels
She is wanting to grow it
So Christmas in the city
Is what she has planned
and on her two feet
she will forever now stand
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – tourist
I know I am a day late,,, if you don’t tell anyone I won’t either. This weeks flashback is to a poem I did on August 23, 2017. Only two years ago, but before that my posting was very hit and miss here and there. So sit back and enjoy this little poem first published here .
The music blasts through the headphones
Like a symphony lifting me skyward
The harmony seems to ooze out into my brain
Changing my pulse into a bass line
My brain waves into a melody
And I can soar like a bird forever free
Her candor cut to the point
She had been brutally honest
Telling him the truth
He was slowly killing himself
She compared it to
Suicide with a butter knife
Slow and agonizing
He just refused to see it
And would most certainly
Never do anything to fix it
If only he would show signs
That he was trying to get help
She would stay and fight
But watching him fall apart
Was killing her slowly too
And this was how she would
Ultimately save herself and her daughter
With a new freedom
It was too late to save him
He died in less than two years
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – candor
The news is full of hate these days
Leaving us full of sadness
I feel powerless as one to change things
If only we could unfurl a new flag
One of freedom, unity and respect
For the whole world to stand behind
But as long as there are egos in power
Peace and love are only hopes and wishes
In the minds of the few who still dare to dream