Freedom, freedom, where are you?
Let my action be of choice and have the absence of necessity to liberate my mind from slavery.
Produce the quality of good state in me.
Freedom, freedom, where are you?
Give me a home with ease and produce the quality of being free from care.
Freedom, freedom, where are you?
Produce words of openness and outspokenness without improper familiarities.
Help me be bold and to act without compulsion.
Help me to apply a total absence of restraint to not be hampered or frustrated.
Produce the impossible to help my body jump off the frame and land in my wild imagination.
Help me transcend the laws of basic physics, to hop around in time and space and to skip from one dimension to the next.
Freedom, freedom, where are you?
Help me to have choice and to hop from dimension to dimension.
Liberate me from restraint or compulsion.
Help me to have my blood hum with a hint of you.
Free me from myself and set my soul on fire
Poet
Masego Nkuna
Silence
Silence can give comfort
It’s a perfect hiding place
Where sometimes we choose to retreat
For hours or for days
But even though we choose to be
Without disturbing noise
This should not mean that we prefer
To be without a voice
A voice to make a statement
A voice to take a stand
A voice that parts not with the truth
When lies are in high demand
Outspokenness is a virtue
When integrity has its back
Why speak out, but when in a jam
We cower and backtrack?
Be silent then, and do not speak
For spoken words will travel
Into the ears, into the minds
They hamper or unravel
Speak up when it will save a soul
When it’s right and justified
No room for cowardice and fear
Their access is denied
Choose for a voice, don’t quiet down
Be bold with grace and poise
And have your silence when preferred
But don’t be without a voice.
Wendy Nipas
I thought I was over it but still I haven't made it over this,
me and my outspokenness I can't help it I'm helpless to
the transition to deliver me from my sinfulness it's why
I'm overlooked and misunderstood but in Christ no
matter what it looks like I'm good, to die is gain and no
matter who I lose in this war it's all worth it, if they only
knew nothing on this earth can amount to the price I
been purchased with, this life was meant to offend,
destroy, & kill the old you so I count it all joy to the ones I
lost on the way. No matter what I say on what I did or
what I said, I did it all because no one could ever fill me
up with that everlasting bread
Your above, but you love me, don't you?
just by your words, but not in your heart
if that makes it easier to face me
let it be a start
You know what is better for me?
pretend monsters and men with wings
a place after the conscious leaves
whats wrong in believing in eternal black peace?
Then there was nothing,
not even silence
everyone shook by his outspokenness
every last hope of his
lies only in people
who truly exist
not of fairies in the sky
but of heros like you and I
who are not afraid to die
and end all in the blink of the eye
the eye that you say
overseeing us all
is probably the smarter
for being the father
of the story that gave
hope to the helpless
a crutch for me is useless
Spirit in the sky
I hear you late at night
your with me as I cry
against me when I lie
guiding light shining
always reminding
I am never alone
with a warmness inside
I know that I'll make it
with this religion defined
as mine
What can I make of the black dirt, upon men's faces
and of their words ~ rock salt, becoming rust
~ what can I make of their derailment, their unjust
outspokenness, as even lust
determining their origin ~ adjust!
To this contain; I bust
~ wide open
with my own hard words,
and thought's accost.
What can I make of life, my own invest,
as eyes are open to arrest,
of difficulty, to a test
What can I make of time, that teaches me unrest ~
And so, I make a rhyme
and pray, that you find blessed
some making of divine,
unshaken crest.
What can I make of ~ why I am,
without a thee to nest!
What can I make of the black dirt, upon men's faces,
and of their words, rock salt, becoming rust.
What can I make of their derailment, their unjust
outspokenness, as even lust
determining their origin - adjust!
To this contain, I bust
-wide open,
with my own hard words,
and thought's accost.
What can I make of life, my own invest,
as eyes are open to arrest,
of difficulty, to a test.
What can I make of time, that teaches me unrest -
And so, I make a rhyme,
and pray, that you find blessed
some making of divine,
unshaken crest.
What can I make of - why I am,
without a thee to nest!
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