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Thief to Freedom
by Robinbird (Member) - published: April 10, 2006
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Category - Poetry
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Thief, thief, someone help me

My blood runs free

A knife in my heart

My spirit, he steals

As it fades I fear the black

Into the after

Or, maybe the new

As my blood becomes my taste

I see my life refection's

So late, so very late

Mama, soon we'll touch

Daddy, later we'll be

My breath grows weak

I draw in love, as I gasp

I see Light from birth

Yet, It lights this day

Question's are answered

And purpose revealed

My heart mending

Forever healed

I can't explain

There is no time

So many sight's

And no more blinds

No breath in me

Yet, peace has come

You my friend's
We're All As One...


Robin


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The following comments are for "Thief to Freedom"
by Robinbird

Alive & Well
Yes...Yes, We are all as One. I could have told you that. So...did you have to go & die on us...?
Or...are you more alive now? Hmmmm.

( Posted by: awhippingflame [Member] On: April 10, 2006 )

Alive & Well...
Very much still here, just, "thinking"...as a friend ask me to. You touched base, at home...more alive I am, than in some time, rather not think about, yet, thinking should precede every action.

When we act before we think, we are at the mercy
of compulsion...I don't recommend it...
Yes, I agree, as diverse as we all are..."I" do believe in our Oneness.

Thanks much...Robin

( Posted by: Robinbird [Member] On: April 10, 2006 )

robin's thief
It's almost as if the experience itself is racing faster than the words can recount it or narrate it, whichever, depending on whether or not it was a near-death experience...

Thoughts and sentences hang unfinished, disjointed, then connect again in unexpected ways, pulling and pooling language in and letting it become whole, on its own, the poem.

Nice, nice process, albeit breathless at times. I like how it ends, how it unifies everyone. Frankly, I'm getting tired of endless living tributes to separateness and disconnection, in the name of personal glory... This, this is the ode of the awestruck to anyone who will listen.

I'm properly impressed.

Thank you Robin.

Lucie

( Posted by: windchime [Member] On: April 10, 2006 )

whinechine
you know you are right, I feel some offense in your thoughts, which is quite okay, I only write what I feel, the knife is in my hand, literally,
who gives a God damn shit anyway...I really fucking don't, fucking care...I look at this world and what it's took from me...I just love, later.

( Posted by: Robinbird [Member] On: April 10, 2006 )

Lucie & F*** it all...
Haven't read my PM, but, I have enough about me to know when I pushed send, and should not have...

Had one of those, like monu"mental" bad days...
To all, sorry about the F word...Hey, it's just Robin...

Miss Lucie, with all due respect, I took my anger out on you, forgive me...for future reference...I'll try, real hard to practice what I'm suppose to be "thinking"...Watch my mouth before "I", chew...

I have to realize life can be the biggest bitch of all, but, really I have much to live for...

One thing...I got to get out of this state of N. Alabama, this corruption is killing me, my heart is good and I don't want to hurt anyone...but, to live here is hell if you are a halfbreed Native American...One week out of the year here it cool to be Indian, because the Trail Of Tears motorcyle rally ends in Waterloo, Al, this is the place on the horrific Trail Of Tears where the sick, young and dying were left...everybody is Indian during that week, then after, you better become another race or you, if Indian live in another century and some here treat you
rather cruel...

My apology to anyone I offended...Today's a new day.

Robinbird/Robin

( Posted by: Robinbird [Member] On: April 11, 2006 )

Robin, please...
...open your PM. I promise there is nothing terrible in it. No hard feelings.
Okay?

Blessings,
Lucie

( Posted by: windchime [Member] On: April 11, 2006 )

Dixie

Robin,

I hear you-

Alive and well, but living in a shitty part of the country where racism prevails in North Alabama. Running would be ideal in this case. I say this from experience since I lived in that area for half a year and had my civil rights violated because I am the wrong skin tone. Dixie's judicial system follows their "own" rules.

Good read,

macbeth

( Posted by: macbeth [Member] On: April 11, 2006 )





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