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Sweet Taste of Freedom (A Sunday Freewrite)
I picked the lock to the chains they built for me,
My soul has been forever tainted by the sweet taste of freedom
I stepped outside of the cage and discovered me,
There’s no way I’ll ever give up the sweet taste of freedom
The rays of love have shined their light on me,
Why in the world would I let go of the sweet taste of freedom
I discovered a power I didn’t know existed in me,
I’ll do everything in my power to hold on to the sweet taste of freedom
They’re lying traps in an attempt to capture me,
I’ll never go back to that place before I had the sweet taste of freedom
They’ll try to assassinate my hope and take my dreams from me,
Even then they’ll never separate me from the sweet taste of freedom
The whole Universe has conspired to free me
I’m a warrior, using the weapon of love to protect the sweet taste of freedom.
If You Know That You’re Free
If you know you’re free
Then you’re free
If you’re still asking for freedom
Then you might not be
How high can you go
If you have no belief
How healthy can your soul be
When you worship a thief
If you know you’re free
Then you’re free
If your debt is out of control
Then you might not be
How high can you go
When stacking paper is your belief
Founded in 1492 by Columbus
Columbus was a thief
If you know you’re free
Then you’re free
If you still believe the propaganda
Then you might not be
How high can you go
When violence is your belief
The government bailed out Wall street
Wall street is a thief
If you know you’re free
Then you’re free
If you’re blindly patriotic
Then you might not be
How high can you go
When worshiping man is your belief
The war on terrorism
Is funded by a thief
If you know you’re free
Then you’re free
If you’re standing in line on Black Friday
Then you might not be
How high can you go
If consumerism is your belief
Corporate America funds the news you believe
The news is funded by a thief
This land is my land
My land is the land of the free
If you live in fear and with hate
Then you might not be
How high can you go
When the media controls your belief
How will you get to heaven
Believing the word of a thief
If you know you’re free
Then you’re free
If your life is fueled by love
Then YOU JUST MIGHT BE
There are no limits
When God is your belief
When you live with a purpose
You don’t have to worry about a thief
If you know you’re free
Then you’re free
You’re free
You’re free…
Author Unknown (Freewrite by Sean King)
I teach minds in the belly of the beast
reach souls in dark times
rescue spirits from their downward spiral
save children before their dreams are dashed
give hope to the hopeless
restore belief in the collective
resuscitate faith in love
with words,
author unknown
I am unseen
unheard of
not even a figment of the imagination,
shuffled from shelters to streets
streets to bridges
bridges to bus stops
bus stops to shadows,
from shadow to shadow
leaving nothing more
than words,
author unknown
I am a dreamer
bitten by dogs
beaten by batons
chased by hoods
hosed by hate
incarcerated by injustice
fighting for the freedom of humanity
from my jail cell
with words,
author unknown
I am a poet
the glimmer of light in darkness
the last hope for our kind
the unknown author of 1000 poems
that no one will read
unless I take 100 lives, or
rape 1000 dreams
to build my billion dollar empire,
only then will they care about my story
only then will they read my manifesto
of words,
author unknown
So much beauty gets missed because we only see the money maker and the murderer. ~ Sean King aka the Author Unknown
The Forgotten Poet
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