tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4620051169211663002024-03-05T08:42:16.025+00:00Until The Last Grain of Sand Melts Into The SunOmnia vincit amor; et nos cedamus amori.jonny freemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01544849892621276267noreply@blogger.comBlogger61125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462005116921166300.post-7736926833831041302011-08-16T13:50:00.001+01:002011-08-16T13:51:40.045+01:00Awkward HonestI am re-ignitingjonny freemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01544849892621276267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462005116921166300.post-8341207200823490722010-04-12T06:59:00.002+01:002010-04-12T07:15:17.835+01:00the boy in the bathfor i was not yet a man<br />there was glass smashing under our boots<br />and we had been swimming<br /><br />she followed me with her camera<br />into the ruins<br /><br />i wanted to be naked before her<br />bare my soul, give her everything<br />be her muse, her lover<br /><br />the smashed steel was so cold<br />i screamed with the pain of it<br />and she took pictures<br /><br />we were digging up the past<br />and kissed only twice<br />once at Callanaich under the stars<br />once beside a waterfall on the mainland<br />in a torrential rainstorm<br /><br />i have never known such kisses since<br />we disappeared<br /><br />now you knowjonny freemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01544849892621276267noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462005116921166300.post-80312680180975333392009-12-17T09:38:00.002+00:002009-12-17T09:44:01.279+00:00Carry You AcrossI kiss your forehead<br /><br />You blink<br />doe eyed<br /><br />The heather burning<br />The tarn bursting<br /><br />You soar<br />gold feathered<br /><br />The lightning arcing<br />the mountain splitting<br /><br />You dive<br />rainbow warmed<br /><br />The oceans folding<br />the planets dancing<br /><br />You cry<br />perfume drenched<br /><br />The sky melting<br />the gods laughing<br /><br />You sleep<br />darkness free<br /><br />His blood <br />is coursing <br />through you<br />Times heartbeat<br />holds you<br />in her arms.jonny freemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01544849892621276267noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462005116921166300.post-27330395738229165172009-12-09T09:10:00.002+00:002009-12-09T09:13:36.973+00:00'profile'We fit<br /><br />no descriptors<br />no charts<br />no type<br />no demographic<br />no race<br />no zodiac<br />not ecto<br />not endo<br />no condition<br />no illness<br />no dysfunction<br />no class <br />no scale<br />no pass<br />no faill<br /><br />We are<br />unique,<br />made of<br />stars.jonny freemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01544849892621276267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462005116921166300.post-30912583001984247612009-11-19T22:13:00.003+00:002009-11-26T21:09:28.028+00:00BeginningsShe is cut from her car<br />drenched in blood <br />to match the paintwork<br />her lips the color of sky<br /><br />beneath his boots<br />glass crackles and splits<br />arcing blue light bouncing<br />over the dead black road<br /><br />she is holding their <br />twin daughters<br />on her hips<br />all of them smiling<br />for his camera<br /><br />in his arms<br />they are warm<br />grinning with joy<br />for<br />milk and sunshine<br />and honey<br /><br />her eyes flutter<br />with the oxygen <br />and the plastic<br />in her throat<br />and through the chaos<br />his teeth flash bright<br /><br />"i am going to take care of you"<br />and<br />"it is going to be alright"<br /><br />they take their babies<br />beautiful pink fingers<br />and wrap them gently<br />just for a second of time<br />around the pohutukawa sapling<br />for a blessing<br />touch this<br />he digs the hole deep<br />with a shiny stainless blade<br /><br />the ketamine<br />kicks in hard<br />but she is aware <br />of his hands<br />looking for her<br />feeling for her<br />damage and strength<br /><br />the car lets go<br />its grasp<br />and many gloves<br />lift her free<br />carry her onto <br />bound softness<br />and morphia<br /><br />she is always pleased<br />to look at him<br />to see him<br />sometimes it is as if<br />the very air is on fire<br />when he steps bravely <br />through the doors<br />she heats up<br />when they talk<br /><br />he breaks the rules<br />alone in the speeding ambulance<br />kisses her forehead<br />as his eyes follow <br />the peaks and troughs <br />of heartbeat<br />and breath<br />he cries<br />for she is a stranger<br />yet he knows<br />her name<br /><br />and she places<br />the tiny plant inside<br />red earth<br />knowing, feeling, seeing<br />one hundred years pass<br />until<br />someone will hug<br />the gnarled splitting boughs<br />and understandjonny freemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01544849892621276267noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462005116921166300.post-86982712509032610422009-11-14T21:41:00.002+00:002009-11-14T21:52:47.815+00:00On The Island.We considered diving into the heaving ocean, but settled instead for a deep rock pool that sat halfway down a massive slope of ancient cliff. We were naked before everyone, how they laughed at our stupidity and clumsiness on the boulders. The cold was shocking as we gingerly entered the water, we swam over crayfish and blue cod glinting in the spring light. Emerging, it felt as if our skin was on fire in the salt breeze. As we sat drying ourselves with our clothes, you said how beautiful and brave you thought I was, wanting to swim, when the others were content merely to observe. How very different I was, so exciting. How fast I moved, quick to action, inspired by chance. That you loved me.jonny freemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01544849892621276267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462005116921166300.post-59882274489957927112009-10-25T18:42:00.002+00:002009-10-25T18:58:10.800+00:00The Dancing Girl In the CloudsOn the beach<br />she is spinning in circles<br />her arms held open<br /><br />A dog <br />nuzzles into her warmth,<br />her scent<br /><br />In West Kennet<br />a wall disappears<br />and the face appears <br />from the shadow<br />once again<br />then retreats<br /><br />The dog is transfixed,<br />running through snow<br />towards her<br /><br />Loyalty is the moon<br />to him,<br />bleeding with desire<br /><br />Though she dances,<br />the clocks tick on <br />with soul music<br /><br />Now as always<br />too sudden<br />too soonjonny freemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01544849892621276267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462005116921166300.post-2935955426063306402009-10-20T05:54:00.002+01:002009-10-20T06:07:10.926+01:00Emerald MountainYou are<br />Impossible to Ignore<br /><br />Those eyes<br />have me <br />whole and unprepared<br />Within minutes<br />you knew everything<br /><br />We hold on<br />so tightly<br /><br />Realjonny freemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01544849892621276267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462005116921166300.post-26477013212883160572009-08-22T07:21:00.002+01:002009-08-22T07:25:17.989+01:00Navigatorshe smells of<br />candyfloss and caramel<br />and opium and wine and<br />peaches and peonies and<br />salt and sunlight and<br />incense and gunpowder and<br />kakapo and koru and<br />rain and earth and champagne<br />and oysters and pepper and<br />firejonny freemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01544849892621276267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462005116921166300.post-28616880361143107602009-07-23T12:18:00.002+01:002009-07-23T12:24:21.139+01:00white celldiamonds on fire<br />beach break champagne<br />kelp wash sun strobe<br />daughter of day dreams<br />blood neon geode<br />song of scoria<br />ginger heart rembrandt<br />hebridean blush<br />you are my<br />one minute muse<br />gypsy strawberry mirror<br />blinded beauty<br />read poetry <br />while you burn back<br />on your elbows<br />in summer grass<br />honey breath<br />you breathejonny freemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01544849892621276267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462005116921166300.post-76544799588300762982009-07-09T12:45:00.002+01:002009-07-09T12:51:57.201+01:00write to mewrite to me<br />write to me so that i may <br />see the form of your hand<br />the shape of your wrist<br />the curve in your elbow<br />write to me <br />so that i may read<br />of time lost<br />and found again<br />of freedom gained<br />of passion past<br />of a smoke filled room<br />the beat of a drum<br />solid schist crystal<br />sentinels of our dreams<br />in which we touch<br />the angels you have birthed<br />the waves i ride<br />write to me<br />so i can remember<br />how it was<br />our dance with the moonjonny freemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01544849892621276267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462005116921166300.post-41987939642794482802009-04-26T00:17:00.002+01:002009-04-26T00:29:07.885+01:00Teignmouthi make new memories<br />in this village of my past<br />like the new page you see<br />disappearing beneath this ink<br />the cross-fade of love<br />washes cubes of color<br />from the paintbox<br />she is gone<br />she was always there<br />fired with heat<br />aglow from a black sand sun<br />it is time <br />clock of surrender<br />switching oiled gears<br />across the flat bill bored desert<br />you take my water<br />and i realise<br />you were only a mirage<br /><br />in the valley of death<br />we escape<br />from a guerilla bullet<br />into a perfect helter hole<br />skelter dark<br />a drop<br />perfect into a huge cavern<br />lizard watching<br />wet limed<br />stone forms quickly<br />filled, busied with life<br />catacomb of civilisation<br />that we so quick the pioneers<br />cannot are not allowed<br />to be in the first space again<br />but i find my self in<br />her arms<br />to profess eternity <br />diamond ring<br />on fire as she takes my head<br />in her soft armsjonny freemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01544849892621276267noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462005116921166300.post-21253410186626135682009-03-16T08:41:00.002+00:002009-03-16T08:47:23.400+00:00Bunhill FieldsWilliam Blake said to me<br />(he was nearby)<br />blessings my son for you<br />are one of the many few<br />who have seen fair London<br />on its deepest brightest<br />longest darkest day<br />(his grey angel wings fluttering away)<br /><br />what is it to see<br />the bloodied husk of death<br />waiting for his man<br />and the other<br />bright tide puller<br />phospherous above<br />batter seas four pylons?<br /><br />my answer<br />to his raucous silence<br />is the mirrored reflection<br />of a tree in the ocean<br />surface of her<br />blonde pearl smilejonny freemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01544849892621276267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462005116921166300.post-25688289285126868322009-03-11T03:47:00.002+00:002009-03-11T04:05:43.962+00:00PTSDlove like blood<br />goodbye<br />hello<br />it all turns blue<br />stripped<br />free from attachment<br />life or death<br />no compromise<br />only space between<br /><br />i think it was more like fourteen<br />your path parallel<br />but not the same<br />we are one heart <br />but not the same<br />crying come back<br />tearing apart<br />like drowning<br />slipping from my grasp<br />one thousand years <br />of sadness in your smile<br />sweetness <br />we are remembering <br />our future<br />before it begins<br />we will be <br />great<br /><br />how will it end this time<br />with fire?<br />with saltwater<br />marbling down our windows<br />made of waves<br />that generate out<br />past the island<br />that always looks the same<br />no matter<br />which aspect<br />we gaze upon<br /><br />blood only blood<br />show me<br />let me feel<br />all the love<br />all the pain<br />all the birth<br />all the death<br />give me everything<br /><br />i hope<br />the waters hold you<br />and the currents<br />are fair<br /><br />how different <br />our bodies are<br />i must descend<br />to hold you<br />you must ascend<br />to kiss me<br />the crown of your head<br />smells of sunshine<br /><br />the slap of release<br />timing<br />get up fast<br />stay low<br />stay fluid<br />and ride<br />the dynamics <br />in the direction<br />you want to go<br /><br />i let go<br />i let go<br />and all my boyhood<br />dreams come true<br /><br />since you went away<br />the blink<br />of your feathered eye<br />wings silently across<br />a night of swaying<br />and wet bluster<br />the white boats<br />swing around <br />their moor lines<br />and you,<br />you fly awayjonny freemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01544849892621276267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462005116921166300.post-75024661893425566322009-02-28T00:18:00.002+00:002009-02-28T00:24:15.503+00:00StuckI make the ocean<br />my lover<br />your name<br />is my reason<br />the cyclic<br />beat of our heart<br />swelling<br />with strength<br />and period<br /><br />i push out<br />into<br />and under<br />you open <br />my eyes<br />inside<br />and when you form<br />i climb up<br />and at last<br />we dance<br /><br />there is much more<br />to you<br />than i see<br />beyond the beacon mast<br />and the fire<br />are brightest days<br />fiercer storms<br />and bigger love<br /><br />i commit my soul<br />to the only truth<br />the ocean<br />my mountain<br />her eyes twinkling<br />her face wrinkling<br /><br />we both know<br />to be held in<br />the arms of our land<br />is older<br />is more passionate<br />than all the words<br />we do not say<br /><br />to each otherjonny freemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01544849892621276267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462005116921166300.post-79235207587330508012009-02-22T09:49:00.000+00:002009-02-22T09:50:10.496+00:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6u13_M3f6BKTRfQ2sUAQ3f9kV1vLpfDx2lHsLbspzBrlI8_ryRNf3fEANHmBr2Gg0OF8ataialcZrt4v2xrYoMrjcTaySIwPMtFj1o6oynXC-f2_Lu1y5EcXXT65n1Tf_BRSjbhqsmVE/s1600-h/l_d3d92452a34db86d849966ff70df739d.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 236px;" 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freemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01544849892621276267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462005116921166300.post-64252263118707419422009-02-14T09:19:00.007+00:002009-02-15T17:46:12.662+00:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyQqzxZHLIgvRWZ67wCngYlNdcoIHyffqQeRdfY8cTh65I6ewjMTQuJ_nS9EAGsT3BX4qnS28iMzPR3A9wGGt1cbmAu_j2x9ALItr560BXbFnAwMDBwdseD4zcmp532H3M2_BG7tSpFpY/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyQqzxZHLIgvRWZ67wCngYlNdcoIHyffqQeRdfY8cTh65I6ewjMTQuJ_nS9EAGsT3BX4qnS28iMzPR3A9wGGt1cbmAu_j2x9ALItr560BXbFnAwMDBwdseD4zcmp532H3M2_BG7tSpFpY/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302580688500768882" /></a>jonny freemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01544849892621276267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462005116921166300.post-54869440792325359792009-02-12T22:49:00.005+00:002009-08-11T08:01:51.799+01:00Eternal and Unconditionalwords before fruit<br />a hug and a headache<br />her forearm as smooth as slow marble<br />the fire of azrael<br />clocks wound up<br />a beach fused to glass<br />an unstoppable force<br />kissing<br />an immovable object<br />geoglyphs<br />my heart eaten<br />your form prone<br />slipping under<br />climbing over<br />i love the ink<br />softening and blurring<br />al bean crying:<br />"please, just two more hours"<br />waiting all my life<br />to see you<br />one hundred elephants<br />moving invisible through the trees<br />milk green depth<br />the chess game of sanity<br />standing across the fault line<br />quail in a daisy dancing field<br />the winged figure<br />in the cave<br />it was'nt all sun bright days for us<br />sometimes it was curtains of mist<br />and lightening<br />filling the tanks<br />stirring the sediments<br />the dog barking outside <br />your window<br />waiting for a plane<br />the holiday in Spain<br />piggy back<br />across the river<br />i shutter you away<br />photograph you in my eye<br />a love letter from albion<br />the blue fire on dun i iona<br />lit with the last match<br />so perfect in every fault and wrinkle<br />two men with the same name<br />two women both of them crying<br />caramel and birdsong<br />sonic priests of the virgin<br />working with a diva<br />making love with shiva<br />dressed in white<br />a walk to the beach<br />white water i curl under<br />clasp the silver shiny<br />look up to see<br />the boiling blossom<br />cicada synapse<br />to watch these two<br />after the collapse of the weight of the past<br />now the paths he cut<br />have curved<br />into the landscape<br />now the bodies<br />she has soothed<br />have spilled out into the world<br />and the wind blows sweet<br />scented desire up<br />the valleyjonny freemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01544849892621276267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462005116921166300.post-22045069877546066762009-02-12T21:55:00.001+00:002009-02-12T23:09:05.346+00:00Somewhere A Long Time Ago A Long Way Away Another Girl Another Planet<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVmh2C0Fb4mqpkcFGrgvb0B_PblfxENKaC1tT5dyjXMjTQMSR2LMY32Ou-H0vOOSjF8SIoaTW4aJpS_xYOPknULtd0zwfP425qGTgx3d7xwE1Mpc3ciDZbm2Q51Vd3ALMiOO3G5KDoZgc/s1600-h/mail.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVmh2C0Fb4mqpkcFGrgvb0B_PblfxENKaC1tT5dyjXMjTQMSR2LMY32Ou-H0vOOSjF8SIoaTW4aJpS_xYOPknULtd0zwfP425qGTgx3d7xwE1Mpc3ciDZbm2Q51Vd3ALMiOO3G5KDoZgc/s400/mail.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302033465249920482" /></a><br /><br />I remember You<br />Your Kisses<br />The Oceanjonny freemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01544849892621276267noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462005116921166300.post-5850423522449430822009-02-10T21:17:00.002+00:002009-02-10T21:37:06.981+00:00Flesh of Heartheart of fire<br />warrior sister<br />plateau passion<br /><br />why'd you do that?<br />scupper me or scupper you<br />broken home but no broken bones<br />cast adrift and alone<br />no matter<br />who i am with<br />being alone but<br />hearing angels cry out<br />for her sweet eyes<br />classic turns of fate<br />a pebble in my mouth<br />of drought<br /><br />she said<br />i want to die<br />surrounded by my children<br />she said <br />i want a partner <br />to protect and provide<br />for our child and I<br />its almost too much<br />to bear<br />this weight of love<br />leave it all behind<br />shall we?<br />elope into the water<br />cut the anchor roper<br />start with nothing<br />like children<br />learning to walk<br />i still and always will love her<br />but i am never<br />really there<br /><br />a usual story<br /><br />she sang<br />you always want more<br />she sang<br />i don't believe in heaven<br />i'm taller than god<br />homeless restless and eternal<br />so<br />the victory sign to the troops<br />two fingers up to the suits<br /><br />this is only the beginning of the change<br />shedding my cage<br />losing the rage<br /><br />adyu merushi<br /><br />sorely tested<br />you've been hurt<br />so you hurt others<br />do'nt have an affair<br />wide awake at three<br />staring at the ceiling<br />the mistake<br />again<br />hold on<br />it will happen for you<br />the peace which you long for<br />the strength<br />the honesty<br />the laughter<br /><br />have we learnt the lesson yet?<br />its the way you move me<br />and the way i'd like<br />to make you feel<br /><br />cheetah<br />deciever<br />dream stealer<br />darkness after dawn<br />fragile hands <br />dance for me<br />i cough up anger<br />cry<br />you sing for the moon<br />i sing for the sun<br />she does not understand this side of me<br />a view of everything<br />the left hand path<br /><br />dead three times<br />on the operating table<br />left with a white sheet<br />over your smashed body<br />it is only when your mother<br />comes to sob over you<br />there is a twitch, a spark<br />you come back...."Hello"<br /><br />a cord mended, bound, burnt<br />this is for you sister<br />please stay alive<br />for the struggle<br />for the power you wield<br />for the love you make<br />for the art you makejonny freemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01544849892621276267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462005116921166300.post-54436600881779520442009-02-10T21:12:00.002+00:002009-08-11T02:06:21.066+01:00jonny freemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01544849892621276267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462005116921166300.post-80300114427393614712009-01-14T22:58:00.001+00:002009-01-14T23:00:03.721+00:00You Know<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hrD3H7ZBdsE&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hrD3H7ZBdsE&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />NIN Beside You In Timejonny freemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01544849892621276267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462005116921166300.post-39717363305228853342009-01-14T07:31:00.002+00:002009-01-14T07:36:56.267+00:00Cinnamon CandyHoney and Hot<br />Water Bees Sting<br />Your Crown<br />My Skin<br />Just Fizzing<br />With Bubbles<br />Of Air<br />A Glass<br />Of Wine<br />At Three<br />And A<br />Considered<br />Response<br />I Did <br />Think of You<br />It Was.........<br />Laughter<br />Futures Forming<br />Waters Warmingjonny freemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01544849892621276267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462005116921166300.post-5605889567310264962009-01-12T14:46:00.005+00:002009-01-12T15:01:52.133+00:00VICTORY !over Fear<br />over Oppression<br />over Control<br />over Authority<br />over Subjugation<br />over Karma<br />over Chemicals<br />over Dogma<br />over Depression<br />over Aqquisition<br />over Surface<br />over Repression<br />over Subjugation<br />over Imprisonment<br />over Money<br />over Complication<br />over Hunger<br />over War<br />over Possession<br />over Obsession<br />over Want<br />over Death<br />over Timejonny freemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01544849892621276267noreply@blogger.com0