I Care Not For Your Freedom (poem) by Walter LaVerne Jones on AuthorsDen

I Care Not For Your Freedom
by Walter LaVerne Jones → (All Poetry by Walter LaVerne Jones)
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Free will, I wonder.......
Authors notes: I often think free will is a curse, but it is a God like quality, and I think the lord would be the first to the bar to hear and join in the merry laughter, and happiness found there, as Kris would say, freedom just another word for nothing left lose, nothing an't worth nothng but it is free, so it is with our joy.. I care not for your freedom An outlaw is but a Sunday stone Anchor rides around me I am always just a stop from going home Tangled web in grieving Some will be a leaving call I am the wisdom giving Pick me up when I fall Barstools are where I am singing Voices echoes through the hall I wish that could find her Then again she answers when I call I care not for your freedom An outlaw is but a Sunday stone Anchor rides around me I am always just a stop from going home A drink is my seeing Whiskey washes a way my sin Comfort from the dreaming Keeps me from home again Call all you young ladies I taste your kind refrain Wonder is a key To remembering your name Barstools are where I am singing Voices echoes through the hall I wish that could find her Then again she answers when I call Daughter of living Sometimes I find you here Comforting my aging wisdom Wiping a way a fallen tear Mother of night wind Come to hold my tired head Save me from failing Pour the whiskey instead I care not for your freedom An outlaw is but a Sunday stone Anchor rides around me I am always just a stop from going home Curb of up-days lead me to a dirt road Saw the preacher coming Offers to save my old soul Want is the angel living deep inside Heard music playing Cemetery is my guide Stone of Sunday Leads people there I washed in the water but Needed cleansing Before I could climb The golden stair Call all you young ladies I taste your kind refrain Wonder is a key To remembering my name Book and page are open Visons much the same Voice of God singing love the barstool refrain

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on April 23, 2006

Thank you for sharing this delightful piece!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce (Sandie Angel)

I could almost envision you sitting there on the barstool singing that song. This was wonderful write!

Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)

Reviewed by Susan de Vegter

Call all you young ladies
I taste your kind refrain
Wonder is a key
To remembering my name

Lustful anticapation of wondering your name. This is quiet a song you sing with words pondering questions to keep the reader thirty.
Very well put lyrics to fetch a guitar strummed backgroud.
Susn

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

As long as you understand it, that is all that matters.