A Symbol of Freedom

She waves her battered arms

In surrender, crying with blood

Stained tears wondering if she’ll

Ever find peace

Standing on battlefields, watching

Bloodshed, wondering for not. Yet

She stood upright, at times wayward

Some call her Old Glory

Some say she’s a symbol

Of freedom

She watched as wars waged on

Her Native American soil, North

Against South, she had to even

Brave to see brother against brother,

Only to know a Fathers hurt and a

Mother’s tears

Bombs fall from the air, she stood

And stared but she never fell away

Torn, tattered, she understood,

Symbolically to stand tall

Some call her Old Glory

Some say she’s a symbol

Of freedom

As a young land was being formed,

She was there, star by star, stripe by

Stripe, she witnessed woman’s rights,

Whiteman’s hatred, black man’s burden

But she stood

She waves her battered arms in surrender,

Crying with blood stained tears wondering

If she’ll ever find peace

Some call her Old Glory

Some say she’s a symbol

Of freedom

My Centre

The depth of blackness that crucify's me daily
Taking my inner most self and making it a display
Shelf life with no end, spontaneity and laughing lips plague me insufferably
Reaching deeper within me an endless pit of ill repute
A deification of uncertainty
Hanging in balance my soul, soulless unknown regions
A spiraling stair case of twist and turns and turns and twists of unrelenting suffrage bagging each mystery of whom it beist
 Looking deeper and more closely and image that seems to mock and make fun of my fear
A sardonic  sad eye smile that reassures me never
A raging sea of froth and ilk undeniable constant stabbing pain
A light that stopped shinning or is it to deeply embedded unattainable
Coming full circle to unreality, apocalyptic fantasy reaming sweet blissful hatred
visions, outer regions exploring
Cacophonies of sounds exploding bringing truth closer to the dull shining fate of being lost
My belly cries out for peaceful solutions, retributions but my thoughts are convoluted
Crying tears of joy, wonderment, sadness, and all else that lies within me