Censorship is the suppression of speech or deletion of communicative material which may be considered objectionable, harmful, sensitive, or inconvenient. There are many types of censorship: moral, political, military, religious, corporate. Each type comes with its own set of justifications for trying to prohibit and control free expression.

Come into my home
Express yourself
I embrace creativity
As long as
You don’t say something
I don’t like
Or discuss something
I don’t want
You to discuss
It is my home after all
If you don’t like it,

You can leave.

Come visit my website
Express yourself
I embrace creativity
As long as
You don’t say something
I don’t like
Or discuss something
I don’t want
You to discuss
It is my website after all
If you don’t like it,

You can leave.

Come live in my country
Express yourself
We embrace creativity
As long as
You don’t say something
We don’t like
Or discuss something
We don’t want
You to discuss
It is our country after all
If you don’t like it,

You can leave.

Welcome to our world.
You have been conditioned
To accept the domination
Of others
Your entire life
In fact
You want it
need it
crave it

We do not care
about your
creativity
You say only
What we tell you
You don’t discuss
You simply do
As you are told

This is our world after all
If you don’t like it…

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Pink plastic body
Standing guard in the front yard
Legs of wire hold strong

This was inspired by the instrumental piece She Left Home by Djam & Fam on the Karma Lounge – Chilled Global Beats CD.  It’s one of the most hauntingly beautiful pieces of music.  I have included a Youtube (not mine) link so you can listen to it as well.

I’m alone right now
Still not knowing how

I’ll always bear
I was there
When she left home

I didn’t care
Was not aware
When she left home

Nobody told me
She was gone

I sat there
No love to share
So she left home

That night
She cried
Hoping I
Felt something
Inside
But no…

I’m alone right now
(I didn’t care)
Still not knowing how
(was not aware)

Although she told me
All along

I let her go
I couldn’t show
That I felt
Anything
At
All

I’m alone right now
(I sat there)
Still not knowing how
(no love to share)

Since she left home

This poem was inspired by the instrumental piece by Enya called Watermark.  I have included a YouTube (not mine) link so you can listen to the music as well.

To my Heart
Please be gentle
It’s not
Like others
It’s mine
And dear it’s yours

To my soul
Please be truthful
And don’t
Mislead it
Because
This too is yours

All I am
And all I can do
Has no meaning
If I can’t be these things with you

To my love
Please be faithful
It lives
Forever
With you
All dreams come true

To my life
Be there always
It’s true
I need you
And I
Love only you

Cold droplets slap the red leaves of autumn
Like cleansing tears from a healing soul.
They are neither vibrant nor filled with hope.
Nobody sings or dances joyfully with them.
They just fall.
Without anyone to cherish them,
Without anyone who cares to notice,
They are forgotten.
Lost opportunities,
Fading memories,
Desperately clinging onto a hope
They can no longer even recognize.
I see you.
I smell the dampness you bring.
I sense your quiet emptiness.
Drench me in your mourning.
I do not care if the sun ever shines,
As long as we have each other.