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My heart’s only in it half of the time,
the other half fast fades away
but then for a bit, a moment sublime,
it goes along with the charade.
A bittersweet vision dancing in light,
a vision undoubtedly you,
but fast does it fade and try as I might
my world fades to a shade of blue.
Fireworks flashing in the sky
like a rocket’s red glare,
but why are they there?
And few could answer why.
They sure try
but get lost in a sea of
red, white, and blue,
and drown in their own imagery.
Freedom is liberty,
liberty is freedom;
iconography is but a golden calf
that will fade away
and those higher ideals
of freedom, of liberty, of justice
should never be lost
in symbols–
that which is not the practice
of what it represents
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Potentially, there will be those who interpret this as slam against conservatives, against veterans, against the flag, against *insert cause here*, . . .
I can assure you that that is not the case and was not my intention.
However, that kind of interpretation IS what I’m condemning. Symbols can be great reminders and I certainly see why people hold them so dear. The red, white, and blue stand for something great. But symbols are representations, and unless a person backs up what they supposedly hold dear by virtue of that symbol, what is the point of it? The idea that freedom is something you should be forced to appreciate is a stupid and hypocritical idea. And like all ideas, the threat of force does not increase appreciation (and happens to be the antithesis of freedom anyway.)
So please forgive my little soapbox spiel. I would not consider this a political post and it was not written to ruffle feathers but I wrote all this because I know it could be taken that way by some. And you know what? As much as that fact irks me, it is still their right to do so 😀 🇺🇲
Have a safe and happy Independence Day y’all. And if you’re not in the states, just have a good and safe day!
God bless. — the real C. D.
The sky was just that–
nothing fancy, nothing worth looking at
in this monochromatic stroll
where blue was blue
and the others were too
I just want to hold you tight
Tell you it will be alright
To help you right all former wrongs
And put the past where it belongs
But here I stand, apart from you,
Helpless, watching shades of blue
Running their course, hearing your cries,
But all is silent except the eyes
Stomach and tongue
tied in knots, hitched
on the phantasmagorical,
this old heart beating
anew each day for you,
appreciating each new day
as if something new happened
concerning you
even if
it is on borrowed time
and even if love is not
reciprocated,
these
blue and melancholy
emotions lingering mere moments
on the grander scale
with dreams gone rogue
like six syllable words
worth nothing more
than a sixpence
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