Free Quincy Flo

Words won't be enslaved.

They don't respond to force.

The Antenna's subtle hum

Tingles from the Source.

Light

There is comfort in the dark,

For you do not have to see

The truth of where you are, 

And the place where you must be.

The distance may strike fear.

Idle feet avoid the pain

Of climbing up the hill.

Yet a yearning will remain...

Until you muster strength

To light a match to see.

The candle awaits your warmth.

The light is yours to be.

Kryger

Douvoordag staan die kryger wag, 

Op die grenspos tussen wild en woning.

'n Blaar ritsel in die bos - vyand of kos?

'Soms bring die wind 'n verandering van koning.'

Filosofie staan op sy.

Geweerloop kom by.

Sneller rus teen 'n vinger koud van bloed.

Hamer wil net steek, 

Soos 'n angel moordbeneuk, 

Op die rug van 'n yster skerpioen.

In 'n asem klap die knel.

Die teiken val soos vel.

Kryger rus.

Die weerlig sal vertel, 

Van 'n mik so sekuur 

In die grys oggenduur, 

Die wêreld suis, 

Soos bokvet op die vuur.

Rise

Keep watch, the dawn shall break

Upon the broken night.

Works of filth and fear

Once more shall burn in light.

Hope, which withered in shadow

And choked on sorrow and strife, 

Shall feel the cleansing breeze;

Shall taste the breath of life.

Slumbering souls shall wake.

Tendrils shall recede.

The spirit is restored

With every righteous deed.

Into a verse

(on the beat of 'Without Me' by Eminem)

Now I'm back in the groove.

Slicker than smooth.

Knocking out the next line.

Swift shift and move.

Scribble drivel faster.

Wicked and terse.

Like thoughts popping up, 

And then?

Into a verse.

BOOM!

Question not.

I got these rhymes on lock.

For the serpentine syllables,

Eve has a rock.

Didn't see it coming then.

Who has the key?

This man in the mirror knows

Nothing is free. 

Platform B

If only we could walk

Outside the patterns of our thought.

To mark the train's old stops.

To sell the tickets we have bought.

Weather Vane

Spectral edges meet

Deep within the heights;

Drawing every searching eye.

Whispered hints descend a moving sky.

Weather vane,

Plot the course.

The breeze is spirit.

And word the source.

Feel again

Without your skin.

The body is not a vessel.

Lips and tongue, 

Shape my breath.

Flesh is housed within soul's expression.