Whip

The whip of the wind burrs the air as the giant blades cut overhead.
I stand underneath them and realise how fast they are and but for 20 tiny feet,
would be dead.
The blade may separate and fly away but it does not happen and I continue on my way.
Out in the sun.
Life is fun!

Copyright Faramond Frie © 2016

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Frontier 1

Lean into the unknown,
the void,
become a frontiersman
of the spirit.

Go to the very edge of your being,
the untamed land.
There are no guarantees,
no safety net,
no warm cosy fire
or cup of tea in bed.

The frontier still exists,
where you may find your true self.
Find out what you are truly made of.
Where all your weaknesses will be discovered
for all to see.
The little, unskilled me.
But along the way,
there will be chances to save the day.

And when you come home,
you will be different but the same.
With stories to tell,
and some depth behind that name.

Copyright Faramond Frie © 2016

Ripple

Every now and then
there are reminders that all we have is only temporary,
that everything is flying by
that every relationship changes and then one day will die.

Every love is lost,
and every life will end,
and everything I ever dreamed
is nothing but a fleeting trend.

Its easy to feel sad knowing what is past the final page,
but look!  Right there!  I have written only sadness
and before I know it becomes a tragedy,
when there is also drama,
intrigue,
thrills and comedy.
There is action and of course,
romance.
Ahhh romance.

And the tears are drying on the page,
for today I love a future goddess!
And what I write today
creates the story that I am living,
the life that I am giving.
I hope that she will share with me for the greatest parts to come,
adventure, hope and challenge,
growth, success and fun.
a magical book that is just right,
a celebration of this gift of life.

Copyright Faramond Frie © 2016

Howl

WOOOOAOAOOAOOOOOOOOOOOO!

A HOWL!

IT FEELS GOOOD!

Raw and here, echoing through the canyons of the many worlds.

I AM HERE!!!!

I am here….

It is enough.

And the canyons feel the nature of my spirit.

There are others out there, I cannot see them but I feel them out there.  They will hear and they will know they are not alone.

Maybe we will find each other over the years, over the space, maybe.

it is enough.

 

Copyright Faramond Frie © 2016

It has to start somewhere

I have written and I have played
but what is it that I have actually made?
Golden moments on the greatest stage
created by another.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart,
showing us all how to start,
creating life art,
and showing others.

And it goes on
in an unbroken chain,
back to the start where it begins once again.

Copyright Faramond Frie © 2016

The Plan

She could not believe it
and could not write it if she tried.
All her careful planning,
had been casually swept aside.

But she was exactly where she wanted
and le granouille had been frapped
even if the route to get there
was not the one she had so precisely mapped.

She had to laugh though
as she took one last look and then threw away her meticulous plan.
Too many variables to calculate,
too many different folk,
too many different rythms
too many ghostlike jokes.

To think that she had tried to lay a framework on this madness,
when all the plan had ever been was a starting point,
an impetus.

Great!
Whats next?

Copyright Faramond Frie © 2016

Something New

I had nothing but I was rich,

the dream made me rich.

It was a dream of something greater,

knowing there was more,

a depth that I could find,

a life I could explore.

 

And here I am today,

I see the trees with different eyes,

I feel the subtle shifts in being,

to feel connected to the skies.

 

I subtly change the feel,

its time to learn again from everything,

revisit what I thought I knew

and throw it out and start with something new.

 

 

Copyright Faramond Frie © 2016

After all, we’re flesh and blood.

There are only so many plates that can be spun,
ideas that can be followed,
and songs that can be sung.

Only so many emails one can read,
so many twitters, snaps and chats
that one can feed.

When what was once so clear
gets lost in digital shrapnel
that blasts the mind to fragments
and the vibrant unknown future turns to fear.

Time to stop and pause my friend,
for burnout happens
and then gods become men.

Copyright Faramond Frie © 2016

Stella Pimsdottir

Stella was a boxer,
All black and brown
and confused frown,
she stood her doggy Swedish ground.

The car swerved past,
into snow and ditch,
a slight navigational hitch
to avoid the obstinate bitch.

The difference from on the road and off,
is only one Stella wide,
and a Volvo will not fit,
not even on its side.

Copyright Faramond Frie © 2016

Secret World

What is it about the pull of the moon?
About ‘night people’?
The storytellers and the strange ones in tune with the cycle of its light.
Sharing this less populated world with the dispossessed, the vampires,
the thieves and the scavengers.
A secret world, the secret night.

Here, the stars and gravitational waves are seen.
Mathematics share the sky with myths and legend,
the history of the universe and stories that may have been.

The night people gravitated by the moon
that pulls the blood as it does the sea.

Copyright Faramond Frie © 2016