Thousands Imprisoned

I am a prisoner,
Within my own country,
Not because of an act against someone
But wishing to be free,

Those are the sentiments of some Russians,
Who protested Putin,
Who ironically are now in jail,
What a cunundrum they have been put in,

Just for being born within some borders,
That have and will still change,
Police in black sent to beat them with clubs,
Life behind serpeant fangs,

So close, yet far,
What does true freedom mean?
If you have never uttered that question,
My guess is that you're not a human being.

Grieving's 7 Steps

Yes, it is quite shocking,
To learn that life, 'til now, has been a waste,
Which leads to pain, and a guilt about,
How you may have acted in haste,

But guard against lashing out,
In your anger at what you've become,
Just lick your wounds, and start to reflect,
In sad isolation,

Only then, can you start to see,
The only way to go is up,
You then can see who are your true loved ones,
And begin to create your own luck,

Then it will be alright,
The world you'll live in will be new,
With opportunities, not available,
In the one you started too soon.

Spark

If you are reading this,
What is it you think?
Have you found yourself between the steps,
Or stepping back from the brink?

We all find ourselves,
In places we don't want to be,
Though, that is usually because of fear of moving,
Or the determination to be free.

So, at the very least, leave with this thought,
Either of yourself or reality,
That everything under the sun,
Casts a shadow on something,

That may be alright,
Or may actually not be,
I guess the point is to forever look,
Until you think that you've seen everything.

Ennui

The crisp mist through which you must push,
On the darkened, empty streets,
On your way to the place you'd rather,
Not meet,

In this journey you'd rather not be on,
For the regrets it piles on your mind,
For love, for money and for your heart's desires,
And for someone to be kind,

Invites you to never stop your wheels,
To never stop until you're too far away,
To honor the oaths you swore when the sun was high,
Shining on the fresh leaves, as they swayed.

Alright,
So, now, what are you going to do?
You really can just cast it all away.
It really is just about you.

Moving On

It's really quite amazing,
When you stop to think about it,
How everything coordinates,
Not to be confounded,

Like the wind through the trees,
Both being abated and helping out,
Spreading seeds and moving water,
Each molecule, on its own route,

And destination,
For they're all doing their own thing,
Because to make any move at all,
You need something,

Telling you, you'll be alright,
If you just do that,
And we are all given our own,
Motivational talk.

Maintaining Awe

How do you want to improve?
Do you want to use some facts,
Collected by others and yourself,
So you can react,

To the comparisons that come out,
Because that is all there is?
How else can you know where you're at,
Without some orientation?

And once you've succeeded in seeing yourself,
Amidst the garden of flowers in which you live,
Will you know where you want to go,
Or will you be happy with where you exist?

All questions, alright,
Because that is all there is.
It's when you start to answer them,
That you cease to be curious.

Human Nature

It may just take a tweak,
To get things back on track,
Especially if you consider,
What others lack,

Which is time in their lives,
Whether real or imagined,
Whether under tyrant,
Or market engines,

There are a lot of demands,
From everyone around,
Because everyone around,
Wants their pound.

That's right,
Human Nature is such,
That we're all selfish,
When push comes to shove.

Why Do It?

Why do you do it,
Amidst all those people,
doing the same thing,
With so much to see to,

That they don't have time to care,
About anyone else,
Just like you have no time, too,
But yourself.

Is it because you hope,
That they will all finally see,
That what you've done's unique,
Which, in this world, is key,

And what makes you alright,
In everyone's eyes,
'Cause it shows you may know something,
Beyond out skies.

What Are You Going To Do?

If you want changes,
Don't look at me,
That requires some kind of effort,
Internally.

And it's hard, I know,
When reality is structured this way,
Thrusting you into an unknown world,
That does not shed a ray,

Of light on why we're here at all,
So we must create our own meaning.
But now you can jump into life,
Now that you know what everyone's feeling,

Which is not alright,
They're anxious, too,
Not sure if they're where they should be,
But not knowing what to do.

Losing It

Can it all change,
With the flip of a coin?
Life offers so many options at every moment,
It's hard to keep going,

Without choosing one bad path,
Or at least one that sends you down.
But because there are always already more choices again,
You can always come back around,

Or explore, which doesn't offer stability,
But opportunities, for sure.
But, can you break the bonds you've made,
As you've gotten this far?

And it's not alright,
Just to be crazy,
You have to be unpredictable,
And envied.

What To Do Next

Just as the exact space,
You will fill as you head,
Into this world,
New and naked,

So is each step you take,
Like sparks from a fire,
Bright for a time,
As intense as dire.

And how else can you live,
You who are so bored, so fast,
Forever thinking about what you could have been,
Or were, but couldn't last?

It's alright,
You never have more time left than you do,
You're always about to die,
And live, too.

The Unpredictable

When it is all over,
What will people say,
About the life you lived,
And the choices you made?

Will they say every step,
You took, they could have called,
Based on the obviousness of who you are,
And your remedial,

Understanding of yourself?
Do you really think,
That living per a standard,
Necessitates an obvious link,

To being alright?
Life shouldn't be a dream.
Ups and downs should be brought on by you,
Not by the whims of the stream.

Unfounded Accusations

There is nothing stopping you,
From doing what you'd like,
Until someone decides to stop you,
From doing what you like,

Because there are somethings you should not do,
Like hurt anyone,
Or incite others to do the same,
Or engage in elucidation,

On the rights of everyone,
To do what they'd like,
That doesn't hurt anyone else,
'Cause then there'd need to be more might,

To stop that freedom, alright?
Because there's more at stake here,
Than just your right to experience life.
There's the corporations that you hold so dear.

The Secret to Happiness

It's all fine and dandy,
To have the freedom to live,
How you want without hurting others,
If you've been given,

The wherewithal to know,
What it is you actually want,
And the means to achieve it,
Which requires a lot,

Of courage to risk what you have,
Or being born, already, with the means,
And, personally, someone with all these attributes,
I have rarely seen,

End up all right,
Because even if you have everything,
Human nature keeps you from being happy,
Unless you are insane.

The Doldrums

It's so very easy,
To let oneself degrade,
Into a slump of self-criticism,
Until you just fade,

Into the background, watching others,
Do the things you'd rather not do,
Anyway, because it's because of those tasks,
That you,

Are where's you're at now, and all the choices,
Seem to be just two,
Resign yourself to what you must do now,
Or search for something new,

Which would be alright,
Except, in order to do so,
You need some semblance of self-confidence,
For that get-up-and-go.

Keeping Your Dreams Safe

If we all just get together,
And list what we agree,
And then be in awe at the extensive list,
That we see,

Then we can discard of the other things,
That only get in the way,
Of creating the world that we want,
At the end of the day,

Because that's the only time we really care,
About, we're all living for that,
And why, no one is exactly sure.
Probably because it's all that we have.

Because, it's alright,
When you lay yourself down to sleep,
For that's the only time you're really sure,
That your dreams, you get to keep.

Freedom Of Speech

Liberty of thought,
Is a sanctified right,
That isn't even something you can interfere with,
Or even within sight,

And why that right should be extended out,
Into the air which we all breathe,
Is not an obvious extension,
And one I would rather leave,

Except, what are the consequences,
Of letting your thoughts spill out,
Other than spilling into the minds of others,
The right of which should not be in doubt,

So, it's alright,
I say scream your thoughts to the air,
And if that ultimately leads to revolution,
Well, that's not what we're talking 'bout here.

Society Doesn't Demand Blood

There are the things you can remember,
As a child that you did,
That made you happy, but today don't seem,
Completely valid,

For how could something that makes you feel so good,
Actually be good for your life?
Surely, most of your time must be filled with tasks,
And duties defined by strife,

For there are countless others in the world,
Who are just like that,
And nothing but priviledge could yield any more,
And that is just bad.

But, alright,
Just imagine what if,
Everyone suddenly did what they want.
Couldn't that be bliss?

The Way To Live To Acheive Your Goals

Some people are calculating,
And that's alright for them,
Unless they are doing,
Because of the observation,

That some of those who calculate,
Seem to make,
Their lives what they want,
Or, at least, seem that way,

But if that's the case,
It can only be,
Because they are living,
According to they propensities,

Which is alright,
But not for those like us,
We tend to acheive our goals,
Through obliviousness.

A Lesson In Fatherhood

What will a child remember,
When he grows up big and strong?
Will it be the times you encouraged him,
Or when he strung you along,

To a point of immense frustration,
When rather than support growth,
Of curiousity and exploration,
You swore an oath,

And taught him that there should be restraints,
But didn't explain exactly when?
Let's hope he understands the point of it all,
Is to respect other humans.

'Cause it's alright,
To put boundaries in one's life,
As long as they are to protect others,
And not to stifle what you feel is right.