Breaking Bondage

Breaking Bondage short poem

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Enter cycle two and the Breaking of Bondage…
Well what lies down this road now Heaven only knows
but I’m not gonna be your prisoner anymore, I don’t
want to look back on yesterday tomorrow and regret
the dreams I didn’t follow… It’s just like the
breaking of the hour glass and reinventing myself, a
new world of discovery for me with lots of beautiful
scenery, Plenty of new people to meet, faces to see
and brand new opportunities from L.A. to New York City
in or out of the money I gotta be free just like a
wild hearted Gypsy… Could be I may find myself on
the silver screen just like James Dean and everybody’s
dream maybe then I could have anyone I so desire when
my house is on fire if you know what I mean… flying
high on high hopes for what the future may bring It
all comes down to me…nothing begets nothing and
so…just like the Phoenix rising over the horizon
This time no one’s gonna steal my crown, kicking the
barriers down and Breaking Bondage!

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Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through poetry.com and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through Lulu.com. After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
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Ramapriya Nr
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Dear Bo Lanier, I loved your short but sweet poem. It has great intensity of emotions and coveys a strong message. congrats

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