Do you know who you are?
You are my heart and my soul
My light and my laughter
The warmth that sparks the consuming flames of my passion
You are the sweet taste of love left moist upon my desirous lips
The fire that burns within my soul that wants to grasp and conquer
You are the want
The need to have all things
You are my reason
My being
My dream and hope
The obsession that gropes from the depths of my soul
But most of all
You are the gentle smile on my lips
That gives me peace and hope and rest

It clamps my heart  hard in it's hand
Trying to stifle
The pulsing beat
Stop my breath
My words
My truth
But I can't
I have to speak
I can't stop the river
That flows
It is truth
And truth be told
No matter what the cost

It was the free speech zone
That crossed the line
That corral set up for us
To voice our grievances
Unto the King
But we are free men
Not cattle
And you don't give us our rights
We are Americans
We don't get into pens
Or boxcars,
For the record.
You cannot
Pen our thoughts or hearts
Like beasts
Waiting for the slaughter
You cannot imprison freedom
Within fences
That you *****
No matter how hard you try
We will fight and die if we must
Glady, we will fall
Before we will ever enter
Your free speech zone
We will leave our wives and children
To cry
And mourn our cold bodies
That will become headstones
In the desert
Telling all our story
Of men who lived
And died free

Dedicated to the brave men and women who chose to stand with Cliven Bundy against the power and might of the Federal government in the Nevada desert.

It really is great stuff
But there are some drawbacks
It will force them
To shoot me
Either in the *****
Or the face
But more importantly
It doesn't stop
The wounds upon my soul

Slowly circling chains

forged with deceit,

hammered out with contempt

are fitted for us.

Freedom bleeds upon

the ground of history

The lifeblood of our nation

darkly pools

As we lay dying

Our choice will be

the chain or the sword

Let my blood bleed

Let me fall

As I will die free

The wind gently blows
cooling ivory skin

In it's breeze
eddying souls stir

Many eyes stare coldly
at the starred sky above

Footsteps echo silently
moving among the fallen

Cries of grief
call between the hills

Falling, Falling, Falling; Free.

blue skied ceiling above, mother earth below.

I see.

I touch, I feel, one moment, one sight,

one, one, one.

One moment of freedom, air rushing,

caressing my skin, filling my soul.

I can fly.

Her sweet embrace, in one moment,

one fleeting instant, one red flash of

sight, envelopes me.

I am one.