Treasure Island

Marvin Brato Sr

(March 2,1960 / Davao City, Philippines)

Freedom


I am locked-in within my soul
filled with emotions concealed
in my heart wanting to disclose
all these intuitions surging within

Oration is never my exhibit
but poetry is my sole release
real freedom I have truly own
as my innate tool of expression

Looking behind bars of solitude
from this caged of self seclusion
I can view with an insightful eyes
the chronicles of human existence

I may not be a wise poet
but I can not help to be prolific
as I have much thoughts to share
to the world for which I shall be free

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2014
Edited: Saturday, January 04, 2014

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  • Doris Cornago (1/4/2014 11:17:00 PM)

    I like this line very much:

    I can view with an insightful eyes
    the chronicles of human existence...

    The difference between poets and normal people are our insightful eyes. While others will only complain of dreary surroundings, we even see beauty in them, and out of pain, we draw delight. Such is our blessed fate, my friend. Let us sing praises - or toast ourselves with a poem! (Report) Reply

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