{"id":25293,"date":"2016-08-13T21:55:02","date_gmt":"2016-08-14T01:55:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=25293"},"modified":"2016-08-13T21:55:02","modified_gmt":"2016-08-14T01:55:02","slug":"the-freedom-of-nothing","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/the-freedom-of-nothing\/","title":{"rendered":"The Freedom of Nothing"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>\u201cFreedom\u2019s just another word for nothing left to lose.\u201d<br \/>\n-Kris Kristofferson<\/p>\n<p>Preacher\u2019s kid.<br \/>\nNo freedom at all.<br \/>\nEvery minute accounted for.<br \/>\nEvery action observed and judged.<\/p>\n<p>You don\u2019t think about it too much<br \/>\nwhen you\u2019re ten<br \/>\nand a boy.  But somewhere along the way<br \/>\nto adulthood,<br \/>\neverything changes.<\/p>\n<p>You resent the prying eyes,<br \/>\nthe sinners who expect you to be a saint.<br \/>\nIt was worse for my sisters,<br \/>\nbut girls are strong as steel.<br \/>\nThey each found different paths out.<br \/>\nOne married a preacher<br \/>\n(out of the frying pan into the fire).<br \/>\nOne finds solace in wine.<br \/>\nOne broke the shackles of organized religion,<br \/>\nand found god in her garden.<\/p>\n<p>Me, I still believe,<br \/>\nbut prayer is an open road.<br \/>\nI can sleep in an alley<br \/>\nas easily as I can a bed.  Find a willing lover<br \/>\nwhen it gets too hot or too cold.<br \/>\nLeave when spring warms the ground,<br \/>\nwhen fall cools the air.<\/p>\n<p>Work when I can.<br \/>\nFind free stuff when I can&#8217;t.<br \/>\nNothing to lose but my freedom,<br \/>\nand when the turn comes, I\u2019ll consider heaven<br \/>\nif the rules aren\u2019t too tight.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u201cFreedom\u2019s just another word for nothing left to lose.\u201d -Kris Kristofferson Preacher\u2019s kid. No freedom at all. Every minute accounted for. Every action observed and judged. You don\u2019t think about it too much when you\u2019re ten and a boy. But somewhere along the way to&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":665,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-25293","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25293","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/665"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=25293"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25293\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":25324,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25293\/revisions\/25324"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=25293"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=25293"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=25293"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}