Freedom Is When You Are Easy In

I Never Knew What Was Meant By Choice Of Words. It Was One Word Or None.

You Know How Cunningly Mankind Is Planned: We Have One Loving And One Hating Hand. The Loving's Made To Hold Each Other Like, While With The Hating Other Hand We Strike.

Our Very Life Depends On Everything's Recurring Till We Answer From Within.

Poetry Is About The Grief. Politics Is About The Grievance.

Possessing What We Still Were Unpossessed By, Possessed By What We Now No More Possessed.