Freedom; Two Visions

"Your freedom begins where the other ends buddy" The word freedom brings with it many discussions and certainly is loaded with meanings - ambiguous, varied on ... What is your definition of freedom? Perhaps you mean freedom to have time to leave again. Or would only be free to believe what you want without being discriminated for it. Multitude of concepts - and all are packed by the same unique feeling: Freedom. Do you want to be free? I want to be free the world of men who oppress the next. I want freedom to make all the choices that are relevant to me. Self-manage and only then win at the end.
if it's free, than it is available to me.
free for me to reach out my hands, pick it up, and embrace it.
the textures will rub against my chewed nails, and i may stick my nose to it, and refresh in the odor of it.
i know not what i am refferring too, but freedom allows me to do it, to do as i please.
how often do you hear that you are living in a free society?
if it's so, than i must have the freedom to walk in the nude, ashamed not of my body.
only ashamed that i am a person, that seems to live in an animal house.
if i must be free, then i must be able to walk with my lover hand in hand, under a night sky,
perhaps the moon is out, perhaps it is full, the twinkling yellow, for i can see the outline of its craters
as i walk in a free world with the one i call my dear.
if i am free, it will allow me to grab my lover by the hand, it will allow me to be in a passionate, intimate setting with her.
it is the freedom that will allow me to lay under stars with her, of course she had the freedom to tell me of our moment when we
would lie under stars together, and count them one by one. the freedom that will allow us to contemplate that the world is a big sphere,
in so doing, making us feel small, somewhat insignificant. but how we refuse to see the scope of the world, and how we refuse to let it
alter our lives. freedom gave me the intimacy to look into my lovers eyes and to contemplate how many stars there were in those pupils.
the eyes of her were so dark, i could see a night sky in them, with a full moon, and also, the sphere of the world.
it was freedom that led me to kiss her and to tell her that i was lost in a plastic world,
one that was not free, one that makes people feel alienation and boredom.
a plastic and depressed world.
the world of freedom in which we so speak of could never be fully available to us, for we are as animals in a facility of cages.
but how we revel in the idea of freedom.
and how i revel in the idea of counting stars under a free sky with my lover, torso to torso, heads pointed upwards, and palms locked
in unified sweat...

(cooperation of Ryan Hill and Lais Lima-http://produzavocemesmo.blogspot.com/)

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