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That feeling of freedom, open highways of possibilities, has kind of been lost to materialism and marketing.

quote by Sheryl Crow
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Lost you, lost everything

Lost you, lost everything,
Lost the dream for being your forever,
Lost my each kind of feeling.
Lost your love, lost happiness,
Lost in loneliness, lost being mild,
Lost you, lost even how to express.
Lost you somewhere, finding here and there,
Lost my love But could not find you,
Lost you and feeling just despair.
Lost my peer - I lost my peer!
Lost you, lost everything,
Lost you, please tell! where are you dear?

poem by Tanveer Sharma
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Lost you, lost everything

Lost you, lost everything,
Lost the dream for being your forever,
Lost my each kind of feeling.
Lost your love, lost happiness,
Lost in loneliness, lost being mild,
Lost you, lost even how to express.
Lost you somewhere, finding here and there,
Lost my love But could not find you,
Lost you and feeling just despair.
Lost my peer - I lost my peer!
Lost you, lost everything,
Lost you, please tell! where are you dear?

poem by Bikramjyoti Kashyop
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Feeling

Deep in my heart
I have this feeling...

Feeling to be good
Feeling to be kind
Feeling to be open
Noble, gentle, and humble...

Feeling to be helpful
Feeling to be truthful
Feeling to be respectful
Faithful, cheerful, and thoughtful...

Feeling to be friendly
Feeling to be sincere
Feeling to be polite
Considerate, obedient, and honest...

And a feeling to make
The world a happy nest.

Search your heart
And tap that feeling
The feeling of serenity
The feeling of tranquillity
The feeling of grace
The feeling of peace
The feeling of love
The feeling of life
The feeling that leads you
To the realm of light.

Nurture this feeling
Think and let it grow...
The feeling will rid
The world of its sorrow
And this feeling will bring
An all new tomorrow.

poem by Tirupathi Chandrupatla
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This I Tell With A Sigh

THERE IS a name
alright
they baptize us with
a name
we had no choice the
but to be born
and then die
if we must even if we
do not allow it
but in between this
spaciousness
of life and death
there is an existence
of myriad possibilities
that give us
a sense of freedom
i am at this place
now
thrown in this situation
and i am doing most
of what i can
to call myself free
tomorrow when
the same sun that set
rises again
i proclaim without
timidity
that i am still here
with all my
options

to live and to live again
never to choose death
that kills
all my possibilities
the door that closes in
saying that it will open
again

but you see
it is different there
altogether

this is it
i must devour all
to be whole again
to keep the pieces
intact
within my soul

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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And What About Freedom?

sad indeed,

there are other freedoms still
freedom from having no ideas, from this dryness,
freedom from having you
as a poet on forced wit and half-cooked cleverness
freedom from a reader
who has nothing to offer
except his own loneliness
his having nothing to do
freedom from long bored
to death
freedom from having nothing
to say and comment
freedom from this feeling of emptiness
this bigotry
this indigestion of dumb thoughts
freedom from impertinence, immateriality, irrelevance,
freedom from thinking about freedom
freedom from freedom itself
there are more
freedom from pain
is useless now
that you are dead.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Did You Say That Your Only Freedom From Pain Is Death?

sad indeed,

there are other freedoms
still

freedom from having no ideas, from this dryness,
freedom from having you
as a poet on forced wit and half-cooked cleverness
freedom from a reader
who has nothing to offer
except his own loneliness
his having nothing to do
freedom from beng bored
to death
freedom from having nothing
to say and comment
freedom from this feeling of emptiness
this bigotry
this indigestion of dumb thoughts
freedom
from impertinence, immateriality, irrelevance,
freedom from thinking about freedom
freedom from freedom itself
there are more

freedom from pain
is useless now

that you are dead.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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sad indeed,

there are other freedoms
still

freedom from having no ideas, from this dryness,
freedom from having you
as a poet on forced wit and half-cooked cleverness
freedom from a reader
who has nothing to offer
except his own loneliness
his having nothing to do
freedom from beng bored
to death
freedom from having nothing
to say and comment
freedom from this feeling of emptiness
this bigotry
this indigestion of dumb thoughts
freedom
from impertinence, immateriality, irrelevance,
freedom from thinking about freedom
freedom from freedom itself
there are more

freedom from pain
is useless now

that you are dead.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Universal Freedom Is......

Freedom from hunger and freedom from pain
freedom from loss and so freedom from gain.
Freedom to give and freedom to share
freedom from want and that of despair.

Freedom to think and freedom to know
freedom to achieve and freedom to grow.
Freedom from bondage and freedom of liberation
freedom from ignorance and any unknown situation.

Freedom to come and freedom to leave
freedom to stay and freedom to conceive.
Freedom from struggle and freedom of ease
freedom to enjoy and the capacity to please.

Freedom from failure and freedom of success
freedom from denial and freedom of access.
Freedom from illusion and freedom of reality
freedom to become what we are in actuality.

Freedom to live and freedom to die
freedom to laugh and freedom to cry.
Freedom to speak and freedom to listen
freedom to act based on a wise decision.

Freedom from hate and freedom of love
freedom of below and freedom of above.
Freedom of the past and freedom of the present
freedom of the future and what it can represent.

Freedom from war and freedom of peace
freedom to begin and freedom to cease.
Freedom from sickness and freedom of health
freedom from poverty and mishandled wealth.

Freedom from wrong and freedom being right
freedom of the day and freedom of the night.
Freedom to choose and freedom to reject
freedom to imagine what there is to expect.

Freedom from lust and freedom from greed
freedom from anger and freedom from breed.
Freedom from jealousy and freedom from pride
freedom from within and freedom from outside.
Freedom of always not having anything to hide.

Freedom from space and also freedom from time
freedom from attachment and freedom from crime
Freedom to work and freedom to play
freedom to believe and freedom to pray.
Freedom to experience a rebirth someday.

Freedom from the body and freedom from the mind
freedom from the ego and freedom from being blind.
Freedom of transcendence being of the spiritual kind.

Universal freedom is eternal and infinite bliss
we should all therefore be able to realise this.

poem by George Krokos
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As one gets older one sees many more paths that could be taken. Artists sense within their own work that kind of swelling of possibilities, which may seem a freedom or a confusion.

quote by Jasper Johns
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Ultimately

When the marketing of weapons has been done.
Complete with nuclear technology!
Expect them to be tested and used.

This can be compared to threatening a child,
Not to open a chest filled with toys...
With punishment.
IF they dare open it!

With those kind of odds...
Las Vegas would return to its desert roots.

Feeding greed and teasing others with it...
Has its consequences.
Ultimately...
Someone is going to become disappointed,
By the outcome of their ignorance!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Headlights

headlights
highways
your life collides with mine

leavin' our shoes behind
we cross the water
our words flow
from mouth to mouth
like fish seeking dark places
the mist covers our traces covers our faces

headlights
highways
your life collides with mine

we're stepping into shelter
movin out of shadow
we made some wrong moves
along the way
oh we might have strayed
will I forget your face
and your fluid gait
or will I stare into the stillness
this is where I miss you
so long
th what's done
how come we've gone
so much time's been wasted
so many thoughts been lost on you

headlights
highways
your life collides with mine

cold wind rushes
down on my face
smoke heats the black throat
of the chimney

the door is open
come on inside...

song performed by by Dispatch from Who Are We Living For?
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Law Is Freedom

Law is freedom
Not a kind of fake made freedom
Or an abusive wild freedom
Not a narrow minded follower
Or blurred ruler

Law is freedom
A freedom that obeyed
With full consciousness and responsibility
A freedom to do and to not do
And know the consequences

Law is freedom
A solid freedom
Not a tool of terror
A freedom to live
Not to conquer it

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Paradise Achieved Prosperity

materialism is too often part of problem mix
perpetuating human greed indifference in excess

materialism applied with soul vision focus
tuned to solving species global problems

should be key to achieving prosperity
spiritual golden paradise for humanity

love dream seeds hope expansion interactions
materialism is too often part of fault problems

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Laser operation

Marketing, a kind of exploiting;
Diplomacy, a kind of cheating;
Canvassing, a kind of misleading;
They give you the same effects but painless,
04.05.2002, Pakd

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Go Tell It On The Mountain & Mary Had A Baby

When it's time to get up you're gonna know it
You gonna get a feeling inside, you gotta show it
Come on relax and put your mind at ease
And forget all your insecurities
You gotta move, nothing can hold you down
And let nothing turn your move around
You start counting up 1-2-3
Come on people just get free
Get free
In the midst of a trouble love
Get free
Gotta find you another one
Get up - come on people just get free
There's a chance if you open up
Get free
Freedom dance if you open up
Freedom - come on people just
You've been holding back to long
Now the feeling is much to strong
Take a look at the other side of your heart
And begin to tear the rules apart
No your momma can't help you now
And your daddy can't show you how
You gotta do it all by yourself
And if you need it here's a little help
Get free
In the midst of a trouble love
Get free
Gotta find you another one
Get up - come on people just get free
There's a chance if you open up
Get free
Freedom dance if you open up
Freedom - come on people just
People listen to me
You don't have to worry - naw, naw
Just get up when you're down
And the whole world around
Will be a better place for me and for you - oh
We got to tell one another
Tell your sister and your brother that
If the world isn't as free like the world ought to be
That the world would be the sight to see

song performed by by Vanessa Williams
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Freedom Dance

When it's time to get up you're gonna know it
You gonna get a feeling inside, you gotta show it
Come on relax and put your mind at ease
And forget all your insecurities
You gotta move, nothing can hold you down
And let nothing turn your move around
You start counting up 1-2-3
Come on people just get free
Get free
In the midst of a trouble love
Get free
Gotta find you another one
Get up - come on people just get free
There's a chance if you open up
Get free
Freedom dance if you open up
Freedom - come on people just
You've been holding back to long
Now the feeling is much to strong
Take a look at the other side of your heart
And begin to tear the rules apart
No your momma can't help you now
And your daddy can't show you how
You gotta do it all by yourself
And if you need it here's a little help
Get free
In the midst of a trouble love
Get free
Gotta find you another one
Get up - come on people just get free
There's a chance if you open up
Get free
Freedom dance if you open up
Freedom - come on people just
People listen to me
You don't have to worry - naw, naw
Just get up when you're down
And the whole world around
Will be a better place for me and for you - oh
We got to tell one another
Tell your sister and your brother that
If the world isn't as free like the world ought to be
That the world would be the sight to see
Written by Jones/Stewart

song performed by by Vanessa Williams
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Freedom Isn't Free...

Who says our freedom is free? Not Me.
True, We are freer than most, but not enough,
that we should boast.
Before you say Freedom is free, stop and count the cost
of all the lives lost,
Freedom isn't free, when there's killing in our streets.
Freedom isn't free, to the Soldier that is waiting to be shipped over seas.
Freedom isn't free, with the pain, he or she is feeling inside, with
the thought of having to leave they're loved one's behind, and
it hurts so bad that it brings them to their knees.
Freedom isn't free, when your living in uncertainty.
Freedom isn't free, having to say good-bye, to a loved one that
is going off to war.Freedom isn't free, to a soldier who is on the front lines, knowing he or she, could die anytime.
Freedom isn't free when your lying in bed,
waiting and wondering, if you'll ever see your loved ones alive again.
Freedom isn't free, when a little child crys in the night,
for his or her Mommy and Daddy, and they're not there to hold them close, and comfort them, and to ease their fears, and wipe away they're tears. And all those in all the other wars, and the lives that are still being lost at this very moment.
Do you still say Freedom is free?
Freedom isn't free, when a Soldier is wounded in battle.
When news reaches, Family and friends at home,
And their told that their Soldier is wounded far beyond repair,
The loss and pain felt can not compare.
Freedom isn't free, with all those many Soldiers that wished they
had died because of all the pain in their broken up bodies.
Freedom isn't free, when your lying in bed, and you hear that dreaded
tap on your door.And you pray to God that you were only having a bad dream.
Freedom isn't free when you open the door and listen to the
bugle play, and you feel a sudden chill.
Everything goes still.
Freedom isn't free, when there is a Flag being draped
over a coffin, of a Brother, Sister, or a friend.
Freedom isn't free, when you think of all the children,
of the mothers and the wives, of Fathers, sons and husbands, whose
lives have been interrupted.
Freedom isn't free, when you think about the graveyard at the
bottom of the sea, of the unmarked graves in Arlington.
Who say's Freedom is Free? Not Me!

Written 7/23/008
BY Nora Eason

poem by Nora Eason
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It's A Healing Feeling!

Once you've got your freedom...
You don't have to stand in line,
With a quick picked ticket...
Hoping you will get it.

You've got that freedom!
And you don't have to stand in line...
To get picked to get it.
To yourself you can admit...

You don't have to limp one bit,
No.
Once you've got your freedom!
You don't have to poke your lips.
No.
Once you've got your freedom!
You don't have to mope with woes,
No.
Once you've got your freedom!
You can choose to sit or go.
You can move fast or move slow.
Oh,
Once you've got that freedom.
Once you've got that freedom.

Once you've got your freedom...
You don't have to stand in line,
With a quick picked ticket...
Hoping you will get it.

It's a healing feeling!

You don't have to limp one bit,
No.
Once you've got your freedom!
You don't have to poke your lips,
No,
Once you've got your freedom!
You don't have to mope with woes,
No,
Once you've got your freedom!
You can choose to sit or go.
You can move fast or move slow.
Oh,
Once you've got that freedom.
Free from pricks that needle.

It's a healing feeling!
Oh,
Once you've got that freedom.
Once you've got that freedom.
Once you've got that freedom.
It's a healing feeling!
Oh,
Once you've got that freedom.
Once you've got that freedom.
Once you've got that freedom.
It's a healing feeling!
Oh,
Once you've got that freedom.
Once you've got that freedom.
Once you've got that freedom.
It's a healing feeling!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Freedom Dance (Get Free!)

When its time to get up youre gonna know it
You gonna get a feeling inside, you gotta show it
Come on relax and put your mind at ease
And forget all your insecurities
You gotta move, nothing can hold you down
And let nothing turn your move around
You start counting up 1-2-3
Come on people just get free
Get free
In the midst of a trouble love
Get free
Gotta find you another one
Get up - come on people just get free
Theres a chance if you open up
Get free
Freedom dance if you open up
Freedom - come on people just
Youve been holding back to long
Now the feeling is much to strong
Take a look at the other side of your heart
And begin to tear the rules apart
No your momma cant help you now
And your daddy cant show you how
You gotta do it all by yourself
And if you need it heres a little help
Get free
In the midst of a trouble love
Get free
Gotta find you another one
Get up - come on people just get free
Theres a chance if you open up
Get free
Freedom dance if you open up
Freedom - come on people just
People listen to me
You dont have to worry - naw, naw
Just get up when youre down
And the whole world around
Will be a better place for me and for you - oh
We got to tell one another
Tell your sister and your brother that
If the world isnt as free like the world ought to be
That the world would be the sight to see
Written by jones/stewart

song performed by by Vanessa Williams
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Freedom To Walk In The Rain

There is no better feeling,
Than the feeling of freedom,
I am not totally free yet,
But I am freer than some.

Life has its obstacles,
That can hamper our ways
But life can be managed,
To make better days.

I stand in the rainfall,
Barefoot and proud,
Feeling heavens praise,
As I scream out loud.

Freedom from all that is wrong
Freedom from the bad
Freedom to go my way,
And never again be sad.

Walk with me rainfall,
Let me feel your touch
Cleanse my torrid past
That has always be a crutch.

Friend, that I see there,
Come dance in the rain.
Feel the flow of freedom,
And wash away the shame.

And although I am not totally free yet,
I am happy for what I know,
I have freedom to walk in the rain,
And freedom to love and grow.

REB (JUNE 2012)

poem by Rik Bertrand
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