Finding False this Freedom

Freedom.

So seemingly serene. Liberating, Peace and Divine.

The sacramental  language of artists and the dream of the worlds best minds.

It shatters barriers, time zones and circumstance, pushing light into the future.

Freedom is the promise of a new day, shrouded in mystery and magic.


Though live a day, following in Freedoms shadow, and the surface is no longer so clear.

The purity of Freedom is tarnished, as it’s promises prove a ruse.

Freedom is deceptive and cruel, leading those who need to none. It’s manipulating minds to insanity, as the fruits of

it’s labor remain out of reach.


The borders still exist, if not on the land within Minds. What stopped us once still haunts us.

In it’s shadow Fear will rule.


The best minds sought after Freedom, as the best minds discovered darkness.

An artists canvas, scratched of dreams, offers images of suffering forms.

Literature thrives on the lost souls, the ones that were forgotten in pain.

Freedom took lifted the veil of safety from their eyes, and showed to them the dangerous designs.


To fight for a cause, once a glory, ends in death, bloodshed and greed.

Promise him eternal freedom, and he’ll take his own life with that of your child.

Since when is killing for power a medal that we wear with pride?

Where is this Freedom we are chasing, and how is one Free once they are gone?

There are no Worthy Sacrifices, only Willing Executioners. Human desire pushed to madness, the world Ends in sight of

it’s Truth.


Freedom,  so seemingly serene. Liberating, Peace and Divine.

The sacramental language of artists and the dream of the worlds best minds.

Freedom is deceptive and cruel, leading those we need to none. It’s manipulating minds to insanity, as the fruits of

it’s labor remain out of reach.


The Borders still Exist, If not on the land Within Minds. What stopped us once still Haunts Us.

In It’s shadow Fear shall Rule.


S. Alexia. (me)

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One thought on “Finding False this Freedom

  1. Freedom. The problem starts once we seek freedom…
    Often it’s the idea of freedom which keeps us captivated…

    We’re longing for freedom but we’re in love with our chains.

    I like to ponder freedom, the possibility or impossibility of freedom…

    There’s some great writing on your blog. I will have a look every now and then! Keep on, I’m looking forward to read some more!

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