Here I have the freedom to write freely,
About anything that I feel needs my light,
Of the girls of the twilight,
How they shine under the streetlight,
Of the huge man who boxed my friend at the club,
A big fight for a cigar stub,
Of the guy who cried at the casino table,
He thought that the money could always double,
The lady in a short skirt at the mall,
She was feeling cold while she exposed it all,
The drunkard who was swept away by the flood,
He took more beer than his blood,
The guy who won the lottery,
He never took time to plan properly,
He is back to the life of hand to mouth,
Life really favors direction south,
On this blog, I muse and scribble,
I engrave my thoughts while on my nails I nibble,
I release the words that pressure my mind,
Like a catchment, they flow out and bind,
Being alone on this blog does not feel misty,
It brings the feeling every poet treasures, tranquility,
Away from life's hard struggles,
Here its all about word juggles,
Poetry my darling art that doesnt need a brush,
All these words come in a flash,
But I enjoy the lone moments while they last,
Because I can see this blog at last,
Too many people reading the Mycalian Emancipation,
Everyday coming back with anticipation,
That they too will enjoy the great gift of nature,
Poetry and a free blog to mature,
Like old wine, old poems only sweeter,
No tongues to taste if they are bitter,
People taste with their minds and shudder,
The words that make men wonder,
As for now, I enjoy the free space,
So dont classify me in the lonely race,
Im just taking it at a poet's pace,
Like a florist natures the bud in a vase,
Its the best feeling for no fee,
Thus i'm not lonely, im free!!
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