The personification of liberty – that’s me!

I am emancipate, the boss of my own fate

The decider of my decisions

The arbiter of my own opposites

Free from the chains of circumstance

The weights of other’s souls

- their wonder and their woe.

The old spoil-sport who declares

That “only the chains of freedom trammel not”

And only then is true freedom found

Talk about imponderable ultimates

Parodoxes of infinity

Which have nothing to do with realities and practicalities of How.

 

I only care for who or whatever I care for.

I have thrown off the ancient weights of the dead order

Its reign of fear and threat

Of brainless deceits and slavish hypocrisies.

I can love the whole wide world of my own free choice

With objective philanthropy and hypothetical good-will

And without the whips and bribes of promise and taboo

Long as they don’t corner me, or intrude in my private space.

 

I can love them as long as their love asks nothing

Beyond what I am prepared, or able to give.

I am independent, singular, self-detirmined.

I do not accept the tyranny of blind faith or rule.

While, if I do accept things stronger than my own

It is only because I elect to.

 

All the shackles that ever bound

I see them for what they are:

A pantheon of Fears

- the motivating impulse behind all injustice and unlove.

 

So here I stand, single, upright (even in my crookedness)

Unpropped by other’s pockets or brains.

I am separate, alone, defined:

I don’t need – only maybe use.

While if I don’t, I weep in tiny corners on my own.

If I rave, that’s my privilege

If I wallow, that’s my pleasure

If I ponder that’s my pride

If I fall down that’s my pain.

I offer it, share it with no other

..except…on condition that…unless…

 

The only reason this doesn’t work

Is I am not only me

Me is…

I am…