Let Him Be Free
He wants to be free!
The persistent, ever present dream of man himself…
The urge to run.
The urge to simply be.
He wishes to follow his desires
But no! No! This cannot be!
Forbidden! Prohibited!
Against the majority
But does the man care?
Not in the slightest.
He wishes to be free.
Citizen in America
There are words like Bondage,
A looming threat to all.
The dark, gloomy cloud that plagued generations
The cloud is intent on ensuring the fall
Why Speak?
That is not allowed!
Is what they say.
That won’t end well for you!
Is what they say.
But what do I say?
Does it even matter?
Who will listen?
Is anyone there?
Nothing but silence
Many cries left unheard
I begin to wonder…
If there is a reason to call out at all.
So He Walks
The boy knows his neighborhood.
He loves this place,
For it is all he knows.
It is his home.
So He Walks…
He explores…
He travels…
What does he see?
Unknown. Unknown.
So He Walks…
What is this thing?
Unbeknownst to the boy.
It is fascinating, it is everything!
The neighborhood is no longer the same
He No Longer Walks.
What is Mine?
This is mine.
I created it.
Nobody can steal this from me.
Or can they?
Is this truly mine?
They want it!
And it becomes theirs.
Take.
Take.
Take.
What is truly ours?
We influence so much!
So much!
Of what is considered theirs.
We create, and they take.
Is this truly ours?
1936 photo by Carl Van Vechten