I was working through a <br />radical frame of mind <br />suggested by the demons <br />that circled around me. <br />Tribes and nations <br />screamed their knowledge. <br />Such evil coming forth! <br /> <br />What is there to know? <br />To know of hate and violence; <br />Rules and regulations, <br />and, <br />the power of ego-tripping <br />mortals playing at being God. <br /> <br />A glass rested on my table, <br />formerly being full of <br />a green liquid <br />that some commercial <br />said I would love. <br /> <br />Now the glass is empty <br />and I am thinking <br />'What was the thrill? ' <br /> <br />The bizarre thing is <br />that somebody sat up all night <br />thinking up a con game <br />to get me to buy it. <br />Seemingly it is better <br />to coerce things on me <br />than wait for me to <br />decide for myself. <br /> <br />Last night I dreamt of <br />castles and surrender. <br />Fog and rain, melting <br />down the resistance to <br />actually be a man. <br /> <br />Freedom is declared <br />illegal if it contradicts <br />the will of doing it. <br /> <br />Doing it! <br />What athought! <br />Actually stepping out <br />and declaring your <br />emancipation. <br /> <br />Being your own <br />piece of paper <br />to prove, <br /> <br />YOU ARE FREE!<br /><br />Chris G. Vaillancourt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-are-free-2/
