Flying High

Carry me high,

Up into the blue sky.

I need to float I want to fly.

I grow weary of the ties that bind

I need to leave it all behind.

Draped in royal purple

And midnight blue

I am ready to break through.

Flocks of ravens wing my heels

Amid the thermal my soul weals

I glide and whirl,

Down I tumble and twirl

Gloriously my satin wings unfurl.

I dash from horizon to the moon

Leaving vapour trails in rainbow

hue.

No not wispy white for me

High-flying honestly free.

Above the earth for all to see

My spirit escaped mercifully free,

OH! thank God at last, cut loose and flying free.

Song Lyric Sunday Freedom

This week Helen Vahdati has asked us to post songs about freedom. 

Rules and Pingback Here

I wanted to come at this prompt from a slightly different angle. There are many brilliant freedom songs , protest songs and celebratory  songs.

I have chosen Queen and “I want to break free” I am not sure exactly what they were saying in this song but I get a very strong message from the lyrics. The lyrics tell me we need to break away from the ties of convention, from gender rolls, from controlling people and how we are expected to act. 

Freedom from war and oppression is very important but also freedom from personal oppression and being tied down by society’s expectations is very important and is often swept under the carpet.

From the young girl trapped in an arranged marriage, to the partner in a mentally abusive marriage, to anyone trapped in the wrong sex, to lesbian and gay rights , to anyone being bullied young or old to anyone who needs to spread their wings and fly.

Okay I have ranted on enough, who knew I felt so strongly  on the subject.

Lyrics from here

“I Want To Break Free”

I want to break free
I want to break free
I want to break free from your lies
You’re so self satisfied I don’t need you
I’ve got to break free
God knows, God knows I want to break free.

I’ve fallen in love
I’ve fallen in love for the first time

And this time I know it’s for real
I’ve fallen in love, yeah
God knows, God knows I’ve fallen in love.

It’s strange but it’s true
I can’t get over the way you love me like you do
But I have to be sure
When I walk out that door
Oh how I want to be free, baby
Oh how I want to be free,
Oh how I want to break free.

But life still goes on
I can’t get used to, living without, living without,
Living without you by my side
I don’t want to live alone, hey
God knows, got to make it on my own
So baby can’t you see
I’ve got to break free.

I’ve got to break free
I want to break free, yeah
I want, I want, I want, I want to break free

Flamenco On Fire Forever

She is alive and primed, on fire

Taught her  body   as if on a high wire

She  flies and  swirls like  a cape  through  the air

Tossing  her  head  like  a bull, wisps slip  from her hair.

 

Her feet clip  and tap  making  sparks  and  flame

She  is  smoking  hot  and on  top of her game.

No longer  in the  first  flush of  youth

Yet  her  beauty  is  there  and her  knowledge is  proof!

 

No  Katniss  she  older  and  wiser  she

Yet  in  tune  with  Miss  Everdeen  she strives  to be free.

Her  spirit  yearns  to escape she is on fire

She  draws us all in  to teach  and inspire .

So Katniss  as much  as I  admire and  love  you

Sadly  the  fight  you have fought  is  nothing  new

It  has  forever  been  the  work of  the  oppressed

To  stand up  and  fight , on  fire  like  the  dress.

 

 

 

Freerunning! Verse and nonet

I need to run I need the wind in my hair

I need to fly I need to reach the sun

Run, jump, soar and spin  show some flair.

I want excitement, elation  and fun!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Rooftop to wall , night skies see all

Spin across the railings , brake fall

Hit  the ground running never crawl.

Wind catches my clothes , sprawl

Clear the grass climb the wall

Up up don’t fall

I am  small

When I

Run!

 

 

Escape

Hot  sun upon my skin , gentle breeze  lifts  my  hair and cools  me

I am relaxed my mind is spinning free, here upon the shore listening  to the sea.

I am alone,  I am at  peace , I love to  be here  on the shore

Silver reflections dancing  on  the water, I wish  this peace could last forevermore.

 

The birds  wheel and swoop  I hear  their cries

My heart  calls out  to them, as  do  my  arms  as away  they fly.

Alone and solitary but  feeling  free the sand  between  my toes

I  may be miles away  and sad  but to my  favourite  beach my mind flows.

 

 

Musical theme Freedom 3

Just one  more  freedom of spirit and mind!

Imogen Heap and Vishal Shekhar Minds without fear!

Musical Theme: Freedom

Today’s  theme is Freedom, so I have found  what I feel expresses freedom in  all it’s  for. Freedom  of love , the mind , the soul  and the body.

I hope I have dug  deep enough. The posts should be self explanatory.

Freedom Fortunes

cry Freedom
Cry Freedom is a 1987 British drama film directed by Richard Attenborough, set in the late 1970s, during the apartheid era
of South Africa. The screenplay was written by John Briley based on a pair of books by journalist Donald Woods.
The film centres on the real-life events involving black activist Steve Biko and his friend Donald Woods,
who initially finds him destructive, and attempts to understand his way of life. Denzel Washington stars as Biko,
while actor Kevin Kline portrays Woods. Cry Freedom delves into the ideas of discrimination, political corruption, and the
repercussions of violence. read more here http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cry_Freedom

Roots
Colonial times[edit]
In The Gambia, West Africa, in 1750 Kunta Kinte is born to Omoro Kinte (Thalmus Rasulala), a Mandinka warrior,
and his wife, Binta (Cicely Tyson). When Kunta (LeVar Burton) reaches the age of 15, he and a group of other
adolescent boys take part in tribal manhood training, ending with a ceremony, after which they become recognized
as men and Mandinka warriors. While trying to carry out a task to catch a bird and take it home unharmed, Kunta
sees white men carrying firearms, along with their black collaborators. Later, while fetching wood outside his
village to make a drum for his younger brother, Kunta is captured by black collaborators under the direction of white men.
He is then sold to a slave trader and placed aboard a ship under the command of Capt. Thomas Davies (Edward Asner) for a
three-month journey to Colonial America. During the voyage a group of rebels among the human cargo try but fail to stage
a mutiny and to take over the ship.

The ship eventually arrives in Annapolis, Maryland, where the captured Africans are sold at auction as slaves. John Reynolds
(Lorne Greene), a plantation owner from Spotsylvania County, Virginia, near Fredericksburg, buys Kunta and gives him the name
Toby. Reynolds assigns an older slave, Fiddler (Louis Gossett Jr.), to teach Kunta to speak English and to train him in the ways
of living and working as a chattel slave. Kunta, in a persistent struggle to become free again, makes several unsuccessful
attempts to escape. Additionally, to preserve his Mandinka heritage and maintain his Mandinka roots, he does not want to change
his name. An overseer, Ames (Vic Morrow) gathers the slaves and directs one of them to whip Kunta after his latest attempt to
escape and to continue whipping him until he finally acknowledges his new name.
read more http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roots_(TV_miniseries)

For events that occur in 1775, between the above period and the post-Revolutionary War, where the next section begins,
see Roots: The Gift

Mother Freedom Bread.

Freedom Eddie James

Give me back my Freedom, Peter Green

DESMOND DEKKER The Isaelite

Also visit

http://johnnyojanpera.wordpress.com/2013/11/17/freedom-music-theme-for-november-17/
http://myriad234.wordpress.com/2013/11/17/the-sounds-of-freedom-musical-theme-for-november-17/#like-3373

http://bearspawprint.wordpress.com/2013/11/17/music-themes-oh-freedom/

for more .

Red Kites

Clear  blue sky, flying high.Riding thermals in the blue. Blink my eyes not one but two.

At the end of my walk there they were a stunning pair. What secrets do they keep, where do they  eat where do they sleep.

One of Gods fine creations one newly returned to our part of the nation.

Red Kites flying high how I wish like you I could spread my wings and fly!

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