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Adults in a Playground (YouTube Video)

07 Wednesday Sep 2022

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”Adults in a Playground” is a piece about adults giving up their freedom, their “childhood”, to succumb to a mechanic, unwanted lifestyle and thus becoming hardened.

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Adults In a Playground: https://sircharlesthepoet.wordpress.com/2022/07/04/adults-in-a-playground/

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Before they Bounded my Mind

18 Monday Jul 2022

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Before I could swim,
I walked on water.
I needn’t to float
I missed not a boat.
The waters paved flat;
Held me. Just like that.

Deeds reserved for gods
were always! my habits
I was unveiled to growth and
suddenly! I learned of sand
lived by Land—the way of men.

Before I was prudent,
I hadn’t the need to Survive.
I laughed, Revitalized the universe.
But they told me I am bound to land
And it is my Enemy

Before I could write,
I was the Essence of life’s journey
I traveled without these sheets
It was all there, at my access.
I had a longing for nothing

Now,
I Tread to breathe just a little longer
As I wish I could just Walk on water

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Adults in a Playground

04 Monday Jul 2022

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The water sprouts with excitement!
I remember the days of my innocence
when cloudy skies were not a metaphor;
an omen to validate pessimist outlooks on life

“Oh! Go play, baby! Mommy will come in a bit”
A leaf falls farther from heaven
reminder of the magic we’ve surrendered
for the repetitive nature of the life we chose;
a machine that doesn’t truly stop moving

Daddy is busy again.
So plant the excitement in the concrete playground
With a distant hope for the blossom of laughter
Although it may be too deep for growth through concrete;
play opportunities, buried by boundaries.

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