Tuesday 10 March 2009

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Conventional past is extinct
what all of us always wanted
some which are never done to predict.
Shout. Scream.
Let eyes reply
never knew what freedom brings
for living must not be denied.
Hearing the wind, blowing the trees
seeing all the things, metal and tall buildings
from afar identical with ashes and dust,
we construct our studies to learn
from restrictions we rust.
the feeling of a prolonged freedom
like a rush of excitement
or shall I say endless ejaculation.

Free.
no money.
no studies.
no fights.
no hobbies.
no weak.
no power.
no poor,
nor hunger.
no tables.
no plates.
no like.
no hate.
no right.
no race.
no truth.
no fakes.
no cigarettes.
no mess.
no great.
no best.
no stress,
or less.
no enemies.
no friends.

be = freedom.