To be free

Freedom....the one who has tasted it ...will know what it is....to be free...

To be free...

Fresh-blood flows invisibly from the flesh of the Christmas tree!
Round light-bulb flickers...and no ...surely not because of me...
Evil spirit tries to soar ....but the glass shell it cant see....
Emotional lover tries to tell.....what its like ...to be finally free...

© 2011 poetry-kiddo alienbaba

Author's Note

erm....freedom of speech?
Whats freedom?
Is it a Crashing-Meteor?

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Desert Dreamer

Oh, I feel sad for all the dying Christmas trees, I don't participate in that awful tradition of killing trees...what is freedom? Are any of us truly free? I don't think so, but we often long for it and see the reason for our lack of freedom in everything around us, in traditions, in lovers, in friends. I've heard stories told of freedom had by those that are long gone from this world...that freedom has been stolen from their children and grandchildren...I, too, long for freedom.

Posted 12 Years Ago

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Desert Dreamer

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Becky C Strukamp

Well written!! Are we ever free?

Posted 12 Years Ago

Angie Diane♥&hea..

This was a very nice poem. I love the point in this poem to. Not everyone has freedom. That is true. Thanks for sharing.

Posted 12 Years Ago

Liza

freedom seems to be defined differently by many.

you raise an interesting point; if both evil and good are free to be; one clashes with the other - tainting both freedoms.

Posted 12 Years Ago

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Added on June 8, 2011
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