LFA Turppa
... Freya

Poems:

May 18, 2001 - 1
May 18, 2001 - 2
May 18, 2001 - 3
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I challenge the validity of the world-
the truth of religion, and the hatred of the races-
people claim to be a people of faith-
but all they really are is a people of hypocrisy-
full of double standards-
how can so many religions be “the one”?-
or how can one race be “superior” to another?-
if we are all, indeed, equal, how can the rights of so many be desecrated?-
i challenge the validity of one’s ability to love-
how can one person say they don’t prosecute, just to look good in the eyes of their community?-
and in the very next breath, damn anyone who is different to eternal pain and suffering?-
is this world really as real as it seems?-
or is it all an illusion in our distorted memories?-
maybe one day, as we frolic in the summer lands, in the great beyond, we will know-
will we then try to validate the meaning of death. . .?

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times of peace come close at hand-
but when does the peace ever settle?-
people fight over miniscuilities-
wars are fought and lost over pennies in the road-
people are stripped of their dignity and murdered because of the way they choose to live-
is this really a “free country”?-
the “land of opportunity”?-
no- if we really, truly were, people wouldn’t have to live in fear of their lives everyday-
what is so different now from so many years ago?-
all of our customs and religions are old school-
what would make them so horrible now, if people lived with it back then?-
will we ever know the complete meaning of freedom and peace?-
we may be more prosperous, and more free than the rest of the world, but we, too, are captives in our own prisons-
with only our own demons and skeletons to guard the keys-

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the pale yellow moon, which floats over top the wheat fields, reminds me to give thanks for my life and my love-
the moon reminds me of my inner spiritual being-
the side of me that i am afraid to unleash-
i fear i may never be able to reel it in, allowing it to roam free in the flowers which my god and goddess have created for me and my fellow beings-
the eyes of the spring lilies undress me, urging my wilder side to escape-
to leave this encompassing body behind, so that i may soar over the tree tops and into the dark, starry skies of the heavens-
to feel the wind on my face and sifting through my hair-
to know that i could gain that kind of freedom just by letting go-
but would i be able to trust myself with that kind of power?-
or would i just disappear into the clouds, and become a part of the Lord and Lady that i have come to love so much?-
but would that really be a punishment?-
or the greatest gift any of us could ever receive?-

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