I'd Rather Be Free

When I close my eyes
I'd rather be free
The silhouette skies
And it's hunting me
By another name
Distant place in time
Beauty set in fame
A thief but for mine
Let me roam alone
I have loved enough
Mine this danger zone
Pity's upper cuff
I'd rather be free
Then lose tender's kiss
Comfort within me
If passing, her's missed
I have seen her form
In my dreams unknown
Forgetting, my norm
Love's mercy well sown
Trembling from thoughts
Love with it's deep gulf
Sailors, crying ports
Her my only wealth
Alone and at peace
My dreams of her hair
Mine, memory's feast
Without her so near...

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REALLY LIKE THIS ONE AS WELL NATE, SOON AS I RETURN FROM STEPPING OUT FOR A QUICK MINUTE, I WILL MOST DEFINATELY RESPOND WITH COMMENT ON THIS ONE AS WELL...
TAKE CARE,
JIM
Hi Mr. Jones, I really like this write......the strong structure of it kept it moving forward.......and in to the longing of it......."Let me roam alone, I have loved enough..."......but you know what I really loved, it jumped way off the page for me was,........."pitys upper cuff".....I have never seen those three words together before...I thought it was just a stellar write............well done my friend..........tony xx
Tony!
...thank you so much for your kind and moving words toward my pen and thought...it is like cool water to a thirsty soul...make me fell like l can write some more...smiling...thank you friend...nj
Jim...........!
...dont write too much...l tremble at the thought...smiling...nate jones...
Wow Nate,
Just as Tony has conveyed.This is a wonderful ode and past tense jewel, to a love, (if not meant to last, you would rather, (physically), bow away, unfortunately surely but gracefully. Although memories and dreams, to have been had, was yours, to (MOST DEFINITELY), have stayed. You are a powerful writer sir, that pen of yours better never ever be up for sale because I for one, will definite dawn the doorsteps of your poetic garden to seek its purchase. The human voice can never reach the distance, covered by the small voice of self-conscience but this write dear sir, surely has…….I can go on and on but refuse to labor, an already borrowed ear..Lines of pure interest, although the entire poem was amazing and defined, is as follow..
Best of the day my friend,
Jim
By another name
Distant place in time
Beauty set in fame
A thief but for mine
&
Let me roam alone
I have loved enough
Mine this danger zone
Pity's upper cuff
&
Alone and at peace
My dreams of her hair
Mine, memory's feast
Without her so near...
&
I'd rather be free
Then lose tender's kiss
Comfort within me
If passing, her's missed
Well i guess i did say the entire poem.(SMILE).
Jim!!!!
smiling...smiling...and then smiling...what else is there for me...and from who else...comes this rush...Jim!!!
...thanks friend!!!
...i am nate jones...l have spoken from my deep sense of humility (even if softly)
Don't mention it my friend, my pleasure to have read,
Hey Nate, have anyone ever told you, that you have the spitting image of, Irving "Ving" Rhames, from the movie, (UNDISPUTED)? You have wonderful attributes in your preference of the man above and in your life sir, for you I have grand applause...
God be with you Sir,
Jim Arnold
Jim.....................!
Oh My...hmmmmmmmm...hmmmmmmmmmm...crying...for He is my King...if but for this moment...then so it is...because of Him...im nate jones....l have spoken