Post by Pasithea on Jan 2, 2018 23:53:32 GMT
Shackle Cackle Tackle
Shackle and tackle rhymes that cackle
slavery or freedom concepts that baffle.
Freedom or slavery choose your shackle
to fit your strides in life with a tackle.
Freedom is a shackle made to tackle
life with choice’s noisy bangle.
Slavery is a mind shackling one’s ankle
tight with limitations waiting for rebuttal.
It doesn’t matter who applies your shackle:
society, culture, or mentality it’s still a shackle.
Freedom or slavery, whichever is your shackle
what counts is the mind doing the tackle.
I wear a relativist’s multicolored bangle
to adjust my daily shackle to my tackle.
When empty minds make a spectacle
I lose them to a silence so subtle.
When posers take me to battle
I drop them like a broken bottle.
When trials mount my back and straddle
I plant my heels into reality’s saddle.
Freedom or slavery can only shackle
those who listen to a crowds’ cackle.
My life is my struggle and battle
I am who I am as per my tackle.
Author's Notes:
Everyone seems to coin slavery with limitations and freedom with emancipation but I see both as shackles but not the type to just tie your actions but rather a gauge and beacon for your actions.
Shackle and tackle rhymes that cackle
slavery or freedom concepts that baffle.
Freedom or slavery choose your shackle
to fit your strides in life with a tackle.
Freedom is a shackle made to tackle
life with choice’s noisy bangle.
Slavery is a mind shackling one’s ankle
tight with limitations waiting for rebuttal.
It doesn’t matter who applies your shackle:
society, culture, or mentality it’s still a shackle.
Freedom or slavery, whichever is your shackle
what counts is the mind doing the tackle.
I wear a relativist’s multicolored bangle
to adjust my daily shackle to my tackle.
When empty minds make a spectacle
I lose them to a silence so subtle.
When posers take me to battle
I drop them like a broken bottle.
When trials mount my back and straddle
I plant my heels into reality’s saddle.
Freedom or slavery can only shackle
those who listen to a crowds’ cackle.
My life is my struggle and battle
I am who I am as per my tackle.
Author's Notes:
Everyone seems to coin slavery with limitations and freedom with emancipation but I see both as shackles but not the type to just tie your actions but rather a gauge and beacon for your actions.
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