I speak of things i feel, so primordial, that structured expression kills the essence. I speak of things i see. so easy to ignore, yet, so crucial I find release in the seeming disorder of my Poetry; the subtle signs i see.
Monday, June 04, 2007
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I live for me, for myself.
mine are the footsteps that will lead.
I am untouched by feigned patronage.
The right path is for me to choose.
I refuse to be cast in moulds.
my individuality i shall defend.
I refuse to be manipulated.
My right to freedom shall be respected.
I inscribe my mind, my thoughts.
my expressions cannot be oppressed.
I strive for my cause,To win.
My endeavor shall not be deterred.
I am what i am deep within.
my soul will not be broken by despots.
I ascend the stairs to my empyrean.
My walk is not towards the Styx.
I live for me, for myself.
Mine are the footsteps that will lead.
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