Let reality fly away
but not suffer Icarus’s fate
like a morality play
meant to recriminate
freedom of fantasy
gives us wings
and virtual reality
that imagination brings
let our visions soar
with inspiration
and passion
to fuel fascination
and creativity
before the altar of curiosity
*****
Words are birds
that take flight
with everything you write
they ride the wind
all free to fly
in the blink of an eye
into the blue sky
words travel as far
as the north star
and as fast as a race car
civilizations built on words
by nerds
who believed they could fly
like birds
***
She stood silent and still
listening to the spirits on the hill
a beautiful young wiccan she
standing straight next to a tree
listening to lost souls from eternity
whispers that soon became a plea
begging her to be set free
she listened compassionately
but it wasn’t meant to be
her magic wasn’t strong enough
to set the tortured souls free
so she returned every night
listening to their stories sadly
standing beside an old oak tree
dreaming of the day
when she could set them all free
(184 words -Flash Fiction/Poetry)
They called her Little Red in Sedona, Arizona where crystal-gazers told the fortunes of tourists who came to see the famous red sandstone hills beauty, that explodes in orange and red splashes of brilliant colors when the sun rises, or sets.
Little Red was from the barrio on the wrong side of town, a collection of homeless people who gathered around, helping one another, like a sister and brother, to survive in a merciless economy of the 21st century…
The local homies who respected her gig of taking from the rich and giving it to the poor, had a good rapport with the Harley-riding Little Red who stayed ahead of the law gaining the awe of all the local gangs…
One day Little Red went to see her grandma who lived by the sea, to see if everything was the way it was supposed to be, when she discovered an anomaly that led her to believe an imposter was there to deceive…
Little Red hopped on her Harley and headed for open country determined to be free from the constraints of fairytales and history.
***
it’s always been there…
my flirtation
with a runaway imagination
a cozy affair unhindered by reality
everything I wanted it to be
worlds opened like oysters
in the fertile fields of my mind
mysteries solved uninhibited
access to a fantasy land
that does not sleep or confine
the affairs in my imagination
which are open for all to see
my ideas wander on the verge of reality
I know the end will come for me
soon enough my body will be free
to fly where my imagination
can’t currently see
we all need a hobby for our happy place
a refuge from our daily routine
another way to express our ourselves
by playing a guitar or a tambourine
crafting clever things out of clay
writing in a journal or writing a poem
free to express yourself in any way
there’s no boundaries
for hobbies
Is what I’m trying to say
spend time for yourself
and make your day
are you carrying a rucksack
of worries?
a load of emotional rocks?
a stack of negative stories?
stuck in a mental box?
then it’s time
to lighten your load
and shine
cast away
your worries
enjoy your day
there’s no guarantee
another will come your way
there was a young woman named Bethany
who lived in a Redwood tree
her little hut was something to see
perched like a toy inside the canopy
society had caused her to flee
to the giant tree in order to be free
a friend brought supplies to the tree
and never questioned her idiosyncrasy
and she lived there like a refugee
but happy as happy can be
for she was a nature devotee
who did her best to avoid reality
the swamp committee
held an emergency
meeting one day
snapping turtles
alligators
and fish were there
concerned over the frogs
welfare
someone locked them up
in a wicker basket
with hardly any air
so the swamp committee
gathered to see
how to set them free
the plotters made a plan
to free the frogs
from the man
when the alligator
approached
he ran
the turtle let the frogs loose
saving them from more abuse
the frogs croaked in delight
throughout the night!
arrogant humans have a tendency
to ignore animal philosophy
which is rooted in nature
and it’s abundancy
where there’s no need
for greed
no unwritten law
degreed
no political party to follow
no lies to swallow
with animal philosophy
you’re free
to live in harmony
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