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Ok so yet another one of my old #poems. This one was again from about 6 years ago.

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http://jeffreyfreeman.me/the-angel-with-cracked-wings/

= The Angel with Cracked Wings =

Light pierces through wind torn holes.
My eyes ache adjusting to the light.
Shapes and figures barely formed.
A sweet scent calls me forward.
But I know nothing of the day;
like a blind man,
seeking the sight he once knew.

But it is not in the light one finds sight.
It is in the darkness.
Here the sightless have sight.
Those who see are lost.
In this place beauty is more than a word,
more than a thing to look upon.
It is the essence of our soul.
Our own personal angel.

Rise then!
Lift yourself up!
To the clouds where angels sing.
Embrace your wind torn wings and soar once more.
For only with a heavy heart shall you be bound to the dirt.
Fly ever higher towards the sun.
Embrace its life giving warmth;
and in this place,
your happiness,
your heart,
your love,
will know no bounds.

By: Jeffrey Phillips Freeman

The beginning of a #poem I was trying to write 6 years ago. I never finished it.

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http://jeffreyfreeman.me/in-days-of-old/

= In days of old =

In days of old, with heart so bold;
when courage finds its way.

A man comes forth who finds his worth,
in love and righteous action.

With strength of heart he fulfills his part,
and confronts the popular passion.

Fighting long and strong in a world gone wrong;
the masses fight and plunder.

Finding worth in one, then hope did come,
the masses pushed asunder.

Another one of the old #poems I found lately. This one was also from 8 years ago.

http://jeffreyfreeman.me/take-my-soul-upon-your-heart/

= Take My soul =

Take my soul upon your heart;
know that I shall never part.

All the void of heaven and earth;
can not weaken my love’s worth.

Not time nor death nor land nor sea;
none of these are stronger then we.

For all my heart is fixed on you;
no wish of mine will ever undo,
the undying love I feel for two.

As I slip into the dark;
thoughts of you are in my heart.

You have been my guiding light;
and so you will remain, through eternal night.

-My love forever,
Jeff

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Another #poem from about 8 years ago...

http://jeffreyfreeman.me/brambled-velvet-bloody-thorns/

= Brambled velvet, bloody thorns. =

The sweetest warmth on my tongue.
A distant memory of a soft touch that never was.
The thorns are a poison, and the fruit its cure.
The sweet fruit that turns the ash in my mouth to wine,
the peaceful ignorance of my intoxication.
Numb to the destruction as I tear away the velvet fruit,
leaving a mutilated husk, its life blood dripping.
The desolate brambles now rotting in the sun.
Its life for mine, a life I never wished to take,
as if there was some other end, some perfect end.
But it was all a dream.
A haunting dream.
An eternal dream.
A dream more real than life.
A dream…

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I'm not much of a poet, but I just found some of my old #poems and wanted to share. This is one of the first poems I ever attempted about 8 years ago.

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=== Light On the Other Side ===

The heart of man is burnt and gray;
for all our greatness we lost our way.

All alone the blind prevail;
no more love and we will fail.

Honesty and integrity crumble;
kings of men fall and fumble.

Love is lost, people torn
we die everyday and never mourn.
But there is light in babies born.

Hope exists for those who love;
the light is in us, not from above.

Give of yourself and you will find;
the part of you greater than the mind.

-All my love to the reader,
Jeffrey Phillips Freeman

http://jeffreyfreeman.me/light-on-the-other-side/