think for yourself

hands reaching to the sky as it

comes crashing down

time’s up who is ready

whatever is next is unknown

faith is still a creation of man

as strong as it can be

man can tell a story long enough

it becomes accepted truth

not everyone hears the sound

one hand clapping louder

as the afternoon darkens

under clouds gray with doubt

logic remains the ruler of the mind

unknown whether I ever possessed

the required strength in faith

to be considered religious

maybe spiritual nothing more than

a thinker for myself

not ruling anything out

self-knowing hands-on in the mind

still swirling with confusion at times

some of the vast expanses may go unvisited

if limitations placed in the way of freedom

over all obvious contradictions the steps

that lead to a higher power imagine

view from pearly gates

or the fiery pit that is feared

and fearful people are easier to control

instead stand on logic’s stairs

and look both ways

as you take your steps

and think for yourself…

can only write so fast

the idea is never going away

most likely with me until I can no longer hold the pen

dangerous thoughts mostly hidden before written

man can only write so fast

to a steady eye it might still be a blur

any detail could be missed so pay attention

government will take advantage of complacency

is freedom what is lived or what is being waited for

the rest of my time I will be free

man can only write so fast

who do I really think I am

is freedom who I am or what I am waiting for

able to be anywhere anytime

to be limited in movement is to

think that I can’t move but I can

things are easy when I know I am free

out of the control of others as much as possible

for more than merely a moment by

himself a man can only write so fast

almost the end of another day they stack up

inevitably alone for now not forever

he can see all positive on the road ahead what

comes next welcomed even if unknown

to the mind pushing pens until they are out of ink

the freedom to continuously think any

conclusion will not come today

that will be further down this road somehow

the freedom needs to be taken back from

government thieves putting hands in pockets

he can only move so fast simultaneous

lives living for that freedom

under watchful eyes freedom is under fire

is freedom who you are as well—don’t be

dishonest with yourself—it’s probably

insane to not want freedom

and know it is

intolerable to never let yourself be freedom…

give me some truth

I hope people can really see the destruction

know that humanity is being destroyed

not the terrorists, the innocent protecting their houses

what rights do they have their neighborhood is destroyed

course of action is always war with no words

others fight the wars for some to profit from it

may only be monetary or contractual but

take away the profit would war end tomorrow

but would they ever let war go to waste without profit

as Gaza lies in rubble and innocent lives lost

for the chosen race of god to reclaim land is it

me I don’t remember learning about a god that would

give land to one group and allow that group to murder ask

me what I would do for my family standing under the statue of

liberty frowning upon those who remain silent

or believe the propaganda shoveled our way

give me some truth is it only

me who thinks this is getting crazy as

death reigns down on Gaza…

new idea

a beautiful day even if no one notices

mind allowed to rest and explore

expanded by everything contacted through the day

by the end opinion hasn’t changed

a beautiful day even if no one notices

new ideas separate individuals from the collective an

idea adds to those of other individuals all

will enjoy true freedom

never give up on enjoying that beautiful day

go outside for a moment now

back on the ground looking up

to the sky as the clouds hurry on by

it’s another beautiful night

original thought stolen from the

dimension in which I dwell…