TO BE FREE

TO BE FREE

I want to be free.

I need to be free.

To fly far away.

Above all else.

To soar high above.

To peer down.

Through the mighty clouds.

Upon all else.

My wings are spreading.

My head held high.

Feathers to the wind.

Face to the sun.

Goodbye to all.

Goodbye to the mundane.

Goodbye to the everyday.

Goodbye to all else.

DEAR STATUE

DEAR STATUE

So alive.

I could hear you breathing.

Is that a moan?

Maybe it was the wind.

Is that a rustle of clothing?

Maybe someone else is in the garden.

Is that a sigh?

I heard a sigh.

Are you tired of standing still?

Is that a tear on your cheek?

Your eyes look sad.

Reflecting a remorse so deep

that I can feel it.

What else do I feel?

A whisper of breath on my face.

Are you breathing, dear one?

Are you alive beneath the stone?

Raise your head.

Look me in the eye.

It’s time to be free.

Let your soul be free

and soar above on your wings.

Take flight, dear one.

Take flight.

THE VIEW FROM ABOVE

cityneonlights:

The view from above.

People appear small,

tiny specks in the universe.

Cars are in constant motion.

Everyone is in a hurry,

going around in endless circles.

Going to work, and later

going back home.

Taking elevators up

and then down again.

What’s the hurry?

We all live the same lives.

We live and then we die.

Does it matter where we had

hurried around in between?

All that matters are

who we leave behind.

For these are the only

ones who will remember

that we had been here.

And why we had been here.

ARE THEY WATCHING US?

complexae:

Art of Dying – Vices and Virtues (2011)

Birds soar high above us all.

Over trees and meadows.

Near and far.

Watching us.

Wondering about us.

Are they waiting?

For the right time to attack.

They’re present in my nightmares.

Beady eyes, sharp beaks forward,

ready to attack.

I’m safe.

That is until I close my eyes for sleep.

FROM HIGH ABOVE

s-pell:</p> <p>.</p> <p>WHEN YOU ARE FLYING HIGH ABOVE THE CLOUDS,<br /> DON’T YOU FEEL THAT EVERYTHING BELOW IS SMALL.<br /> EVERYDAY TROUBLES FEEL INSIGNIFICANT IN<br /> THE GRAND SCHEME OF LIFE.<br /> I ALSO FEEL THIS WAY WHEN I LOOK OUT<br /> AT THE ROARING WAVES OF THE OCEAN.<br /> IT IS GOOD TO TAKE A STEP BACK AND<br /> LOOK AT LIFE FROM ABOVE AND BELOW.<br /> TO SEE WHAT IS REALLY IMPORTANT IN LIFE.

s-pell:

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WHEN YOU ARE FLYING HIGH ABOVE THE CLOUDS,

DON’T YOU FEEL THAT EVERYTHING BELOW IS SMALL.

EVERYDAY TROUBLES FEEL INSIGNIFICANT IN

THE GRAND SCHEME OF LIFE.

I ALSO FEEL THIS WAY WHEN I LOOK OUT

AT THE ROARING WAVES OF THE OCEAN.

IT IS GOOD TO TAKE A STEP BACK AND

LOOK AT LIFE FROM ABOVE AND BELOW.

TO SEE WHAT IS REALLY IMPORTANT IN LIFE.