Prison and freedom


 


 

Own road under construction

How can we be free
When we block ourselves
With roads under constructions
Yet covered by doubts
With rocks of laziness
Placed among unwillingness
Keeping us away
From our right way
In search for freedom

Bars around us
Barbed-wired borders
Prevent us to enter
Ways of light and truth

We sit in a prison
With our mind – self-created
Believe there is no other way
Remain in stolen hopes

We search for truth outwardly
Rely on illusive senses
In separation, divided objects
Open other doors of the jail

Stumble in those rooms
Declaring them as clean
Yet breathe imprisoned air
Dust taking seat in our thoughts

Living roads pave the path
Open inner doors, ways
Along sincerity, honesty
Hansa-bird – leaving the cage…

With love in its beak
Building the eternal nest
Change-proved devotion
Flight of etnerity

DidiArtist, 25.06.2018

 
 
 

A world of peace and love


 

 

My heart paints a world
Free from fear and sorrow
Where weapons are buried
Freedom is among
People and peoples

My heart paints a world
Free from poverty and money
Where all is shared
Fairly distributed
Humanity reigns

My heart paints a world
Free from hate and anger
Where love and peace is present
Support and help alive
Unconditionally in man

My heart paints a world
Free from ego, selfishness
Where we as brothers, sisters
In harmony and oneness
Make our world a paradise

My heart paints a world
A meadow of beauty, happiness
Where differences are respected
Uniqueness accepted
Unfolding blossoms of love

DidiArtist, 22.01.2020

 
 

Compensatory Satisfaction


 
 

 
 

Lashed freedom


 
 


 

Strandet at self-created limitations
Horizons fenced with words
Thoughts of right and wrong
Shaking, breaking

Waves of fixed measurements
Strike against the bank of tolerance
On a rigid sea called non-acceptance
Water of no space

Accompanied by fear and pride
Defended knowledge of scarred injuries
Fortress against hostile attackings
House of a snail

Ship of prison in the mind
Should weigh its anchor
To be free from thoughts and words
From luring wishes of these worlds

Like an eagle fly above all clouds…

DidiArtist, 13.01.2019

 
 

Dreaming reality


 

Often a dream
Is an anchor
Island in a cruel world
To rest in ourselves
With hopes on painted time
To let us breath
Fantasy
Plaster on wounds

A flight in ourselves
Where no hand can steal
To live in rainbow colours
Spilling gold to ends
A handful happiness
A dream alive
Caressed heart
Invisible touch

Awoke from dreams
In grey reality
Where freedom lives alone
With a dream exploded
In splitting feelings
To taste stale moments
Fading pulse
Losing hands

DidiArtist, 05.09.2011

 

Sharing a great movie


My dear friends,

Are we really aware that we are controlled by a few people
who are pulling their strings at the top of the pyramid of a hirachic structure worldwide?

Please, make your own thoughts about it.

All the best to everyone and enjoy 🙂
Didi