we must let loose our souls [poem]

eight to five

frames those hours

that are barbed-wire fences

that enclose and bind.

weeds cover and invade

once fertile corners of our minds.

and —

for sale signs

hang around necks

we are corporate whores

sold to mediocre bidders

who are nothing more than

rusted out cars dressed in glitter.

but —

freedom’s flame

burns even when

our false reality

casts its pall

we must let loose our souls

and let faith’s fire burn tall.

  1. Hi!  It’s Bett here.  Been busy setting up a store in Madrid.  Would love to do an interview, have lots to share.  Feel the need to be anonymous right now as the things around addiction are very personal and you’re a local guy!  So if that’s cool, let’s set a time to meet! – B