A Soul Freed
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A Soul Freed
By Tony DeLorger © 2011
Inside me the beauty of creation,
the illusion of being our earthly reality.
Outwardly life is expressed through thought,
the acceptance of a common view.
The game is played with hope and expectation,
goals and morals gifts of human design.
Adhering to the blueprint of life we tread our course,
within our cages, our blind acceptance of truth.
Potential is spoon fed in small doses, just enough for involvement,
too little to see the light beyond the bars, the clouds of discontent.
We become puppets of our own narrow minds, guided by false prophets,
contained by the propaganda of human autocracy.
Until one day we acknowledge flight, and what it means,
the freedom of thought that body can achieve also.
The sun then imparts new warmth, untouched by cold steel bars.
Doors no longer hold and locks fall to dust.
We are free, to fathom life on equal ground,
free to be just who we want to be.
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Tony you wrapped a lot of my beliefs up in this one poem. I can only nod, yep. Nicely done.
Is the photographer alice popkorn on flickr perhaps? She me favorite! Half of my poems have her stuff.
I enjoyed this very much - very beautiful and moving.
Nice poem
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Tony, I hope you find what you're looking for. I have the utmost respect for those who seek.












tnderhrt23 Level 4 Commenter 10 months ago
Tony, again, perhaps timing is everything, but, today I relate to this. "Potential is spoon fed in small doses, just enough for involvement,too little to see the light beyond the bars, the clouds of discontent."... so true.
"The sun then imparts new warmth, untouched by cold steel bars.Doors no longer hold and locks fall to dust.
We are free, to fathom life on equal ground,free to be just who we want to be."...the fulfillment of potential...yes,I felt this one to my toes.