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Welcome to Live Life Liberated.  This blog is intended to open your mind and ours as well.  By touching on a broad range of topics, we have the central focus to create a better perception of this world.  One where we see each other and the things around us in a healthier, happier way.

This is largely done by questioning the seemingly unquestionable.  With the design to liberate ourselves and begin a friendly, open-minded debate. This is why we encourage you to comment and/or email any thoughts you may have on the topics we write about. We certainly don’t know everything and we will do all that we can to consider and learn your ideas as well as you try to learn ours.

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  • Permissible Virtue
    I could not tell you what it is that I lack. A permissible virtue is a phrase I’d rather adopt than bother to learn. To an extent, it could just be laziness. Caving to the effort, not wanting to put in the time. I dream to flutter in the air with my parent’s handcrafted wings. As I float, guilt consumes. A spoiled little brat, I surely am when riding on the backs of those who I damn. By the direction of the wind and tightness of my chest, I’ll desperately swirl to wherever I am not. I cry for a … Continue reading “Permissible Virtue”
  • Unhatched Eggs
    Life is like an unhatched egg. Peck peck. The casing starts to give and the light of day forces its way through. Hello love, the ray says to the chick as it peeks a glance outside. With one beady eye molding to the unsealed gel, its pupil transfers sheer white to a universe. What does it see? Life. Waves crashing on sandy beaches. Tall pines on guard for the other. Views from heights that once only dragons would dare venture to witness. Alone? Never. The seagulls squawk with the high tide. The squirrels chatter in a disjointed symphony. He holds … Continue reading “Unhatched Eggs”
  • Climb you Little Brats
    Watching dreams manifest, lifeguards off duty climb their throne. Ascending to the sky, they balance and shift as the photographer settles into position.  Climb. Climb you little brats. My queer thoughts mangle from a viewer’s pose. You good for nothing, beautiful stuck-up children. Daddy’s money built you into dazzling shape I’m sure.  Let this day stand still as the motion picture film finds its next reel. Hold this moment dear. Grab those anchored souls you call family and widen your lips. Watch the light capture and let out a holler as others synchronize the muddled choir.  I turn towards the … Continue reading “Climb you Little Brats”
  • To Those Who Watch the Watchers
    To those who watch the watchers, When deliberately addressed, fear grips you by the throat as you fail in vain to express yourself. Denial is always your first step for the things you tell yourself are not so. The game of blame will be tossed around in order to juggle the burden of who said what how. But direct my finger shall go, pointed at the depths of all that you know. I have a message for you, for you who keep notes on the other watchers alike. For this innocent war, driven by then in order to never again … Continue reading “To Those Who Watch the Watchers”
  • Bound by the Sea
    Do you remember the time when you thought everything would be forever? You don’t realize how amazing it is to be free until you are not. Privileged we remain until the hands of life close around our throats.   As we gasp for air, struggling to breathe, we begin to sink. Down to the ocean floor, our sight can not adjust to this darkness. Sea creatures come to life, changing despair into fright. You forget what you even are, you look at your hands, you’re old. But you can’t see, you can’t see down there, not as you did before. … Continue reading “Bound by the Sea”
  • Catching Adolescent Amphibians
    I can’t remember when I took my last breath of fresh air. Or the moment that the crickets stopped chirping. The morning that the sun rose without a rooster’s crow.  I can still see the tadpoles we’d catch. The murky water we’d wade in as the adolescent amphibians circles our legs.  Do you remember the time you reached out too far? Losing your balance, you twisted towards me in desperation. Your hands thrown in the air in a half-witted attempt to right your misstep, I know you’d fall. Yet how couldn’t I try? I took your contorted body into my … Continue reading “Catching Adolescent Amphibians”
  • Decayed Sunlight
    In these fleeting seconds When stars burn bright I hold my breath And watch you illuminate the night Burning ablaze You scorch the Earth’s surface This rock that you explained once before I pray that it doesn’t roll away I picture our story One only we are qualified to tell A journey to one Through all the carnage and hell Decayed sunlight,  only shines during the day Take my hand my love I wouldn’t want it any other way
  • Sometimes I hold Chaos to my Ears
    sometimes I hold chaos to my ear  I speak its riddles and so it hears  the crooked trees bend with the wind  jagged and sharp I cry without my heart  sometimes I see more that I’m allowed to  they shout so silently  bleed their every word there’s something wrong with the way it settles my bowels rumble as it begins to digest the reality of what is it’s cold out there  it’s cold  frigid bones  I feel the spirits  even they are growing old  the ground is covered  debris and death alike  your broken ashes  are swept throughout the night  … Continue reading “Sometimes I hold Chaos to my Ears”
  • Her Name is Love
    There is someone I want. Someone I feel I need. She is all that I ask for. She is all that I crave. Her name… is Love. Love traveled growing up. Never staying anywhere long enough to call home, Love embraced this world before she even saw the light in doing so. Love is a dancer. A body poet whenever the mood is right; the world becomes a stage for her show. As she does, her body spells out the words my vocabulary is not so vast to contain. Love is love. She gives without wanting anything in return. She … Continue reading “Her Name is Love”
  • Fault
    Fault. Such an unforgiving finger. Never pointing far enough away, we run from the direction we ourselves set. A standard we must learn to dodge. Some of us have the fortune to do so, the rest of us do not. I wonder why we keep the finger where we do. Why nobody seems to question the degrees downward it points. Isn’t fault just a construct? An ignorance from recognizing it can always go another step back? For if it were universal as we think, wouldn’t it be uniform as it be? I suppose they are wrong, but then so could … Continue reading “Fault”

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