Poem - Seeing the sun set

Seeing the sun set on your skin
And listening to you breathe.
autum into winter,
winter into spring.
loving you is a beautifull thing.
As you make your old hair new
and as the new get few
I realize.
you will miss me
And blame me for saying
Not now, please.

As her soul expand,
filling her up
like a cup.
Soft and hard in her hand.
And I start to fear.
Shall I tell her here
While she can still hear?
One second I wait
Could be one second too late.

When I'm gone,
She'll carry on.
Washing the dishes,
Feeding the fishes,
Find a father,
But not a husband.

And with the moonlight
Reflecting into her gaze.
Exposing the dawn of age.
I reach out and take her hand.
And I know now.
She understands.

Poem - Dusk

The clouds hang heavy
with the last drops of the day.
The silk blanket sets on the land.
It's blue silk covers the day.
A misty breeze touches my tired skin.
I drink it with my eyes.
It quenches the restless child I am.
The part of me that predicted,
predicted the memories I had.

Poem - M1 (The image of you)

The image of you
A sight to behold
Your skin is petal of rose
Softly round at every fold
Your eyes speak of treasure
Of ruby, jade and sapphire
Your hair,
The break of autumn morn
So at rest, so peaceful
Your lips speak no lies
Taste no wine
Though soft like snow
They’re burnt in the avenues
The avenues of me
Where only I can see
But the eye can’t see
The only thing more perfect
Than your ivory body
Is your ivory face
And just as perfect
Is to have you in this place
Where I can behold
The greatest creature
I’ve came to meet
I’m not worthy
To even see your feet
Yet I look upon the full glory
Of a yet untold story
Where I wish the time of end
With you my time I’ll have to spend

Poem - Messege

I don't know where to start,
find a way back to your heart.
I am blind
and I really want to see you.

As the day sheds a tear.
As the rain falls through the year,
I'll return,
Cause I really want to see you

tonight, tonight, tonight...
I really want to see you tonight.

Too many times,
the seeds of life
just falls on shallow ground,
without a sound.
And I forget,
of those I meet,
who's seeds lay on the street
for birds to eat.
for birds to eat...

I know the shame,
The hurt, the fear of dying in the sand.
I understand.

And sometimes I'm cold
and weeds take a hold.
And sometimes I'm blind.
I'm searching but I can't find.

I don't know where to start,
find a way back to your heart.
I am blind
and I really want to see you.

The crops standing bright
and here comes the light.
What will I find?
And will I be left behind?

Poem - Note from Christ

You ask me for a new movie.
To watch it for no reason.
For something cool to look at.
Don't you see?
I gave you seasons.

You want to buy a joystick.
I would've given you joy
and life everlasting.
Still you want a toy.

You lay awake at nigt
thinking how to fight
a battle that I won
at the dawn
of present, past and time.

You're asking Me for an SUV.
But, don't you see?
Next to the tree a bike.
A small car you don't like.
If that was not enough.
Two feet, two arms
to mountain climb and hike.
And all I want is love.

You say that you can't pay
for a delicious meal.
But out the backdoor, to your right,
A fruit dispenser goes to waste.
A long forgotten taste
lies rotten on the ground.

You say you don't know what to wear.
Been shopping round for hours.
Then out the window, over there,
the grass, the field, the flowers.
Once shimmering in the midday rain
now pitch black steam is all remain.
How much more will I clothe you?
You're worth much more than fields of dew.

You sigh and struggle,
day by day.
And you suvive.
You're still alive.
Don't suffocate on bad ideas.
Don't listen to the negative ways.
I made you awesome, migty, strong.
I filled you up with rhyme and song.
As I create, your will must be.
To live in peace and harmony.
In Truth in Spirit.
In Life from Me.

Poem - Open

Open my ears, Lord
I want to hear.
Open my eyes, Lord
I want to see.

Dry away my tears
Wash away my fear
Open up my ears
I'm ready to hear.

Poem - Pleasant agreement

To serve you is to my owm benefit.
To admire you is at your expense.
This isn't love, make no mistake.
It's a pleasant agreement
but it's not love.

I don't know your lows,
you don't know mine.
Please stick around,
and in time,
we will suffer together,
and then we'll know love.

Poem - Road

So many times I see the road before me.
One way is leading up,
up to the life I need.
But the other goes down,
down into the sea of drowning guilt.

Please, Lord, show me the way.
Give me the courage to climb.
Give me your love to keep me from drowning.

Poem - Sunday early winter

People playing kricket in the parking lot.
Sunday early winter, late one afternoon.
The town became so quiet
when people disappear.
Sweet mercy overhead,
like flakes of snow, like silk.
Last rays of sun peacefully breathe.
Homeward bound, to loosten the ties.
And tomorrow we tie another strand.
Today, tonight, I rest my hand.

Poem - T1 (As jy aanhou)

As jy niks het om te sê nie
sê dan niks
As jy nie wil luister nie
sê net so.
Want ek kan probeer en probeer
Maar ek maak net myself seer
Ek weet jy haat my nie
Maar dit maak ook nie saak nie
Want ek is hier
Jy is daar
En vir alles wat ek aan jou gedoen het
En wanneer ek nie wou luister
Verdien ek om gehaat te word
Maar haat is erger op die wat haat
as wat dit op die een is wat gehaat word
En as jy my regtig wil seermaak
Moet jy my aanhou haat tot jou hart uitval

Poem - T2 (Seisoene)

Seisoene steek vas in my kop.
Seisoene wat ek nie kan stop.
gee my tyd,
gee my tyd.
Ek waai by die agterdeur in.
Ek waai by die agterdeur uit.
Dalk het dit net te koud geraak,
Dooie blare in my kraag.
Leë gevoellens op my maag
Soos dooie skoenlappers.
Dinge het opgehou knaag.
En bloeisels wat my hart verstop.
Jy praat weer van seisoene.
Seisoene in jou kop.
Winter, lente, somer.
My tyd is amper op
Gaan ek huis skoonmaak vir somer,
En wegtrek uit die dorp?
Dit het te koud geraak, dromer.
Want seisoene kom weer aan.
Gee my tyd,
Gee my tyd.
Ek waai by jou venster in,
Ek waai by jou venster uit.

Poem - The dash

In a garden not far from home
lies a box
all alone
under stone.

On the stone is two dates and a dash.
Two dates, a dash, a box and a stone.
It makes you feel alone
when that far from home.

It's not about the stone,
the box,
the garden,
no.
It's the dash,
the only part of you.

So where will your dash go?
What could a dash do?
You could use your dash to run back home,
or dash away and stay alone.

Poem - This feeling

I try to fight it
try to hide it
But I just can't decide
if it's right or wrong

I used to cry for hours
but now i'm in my tower
Looking at the people
And feeling small.

I can't shake this feeling
There's too much scars for healing
All I can do now
Is sit and wait
For this feeling to fade
This feeling of feeling no feeling

Poem - Times will come

Times will come
when all goes wrong.
Times like here and now.
Facing the dark abyss.
Where you've been,
never to be seen again.
There's something amiss.
Something of value,
something of substance.
Past and present merge.
I search for something,
a sign of a reply,
a familiar face.
Only in the dark.
The darkness inside.
Let the hidden hide.

Poem - Trailer folk

Going where the road goes
Going nowhere slow
Trailer folk.

You live in a trailer
but you haven't got a car.

Come from out of nowhere
Gone in a puff of smoke
Trailer folk.

You're never a stranger
but you come from afar.

Why is it everytime
you're troubled
you come?
Why when there's trouble
you're gone?

Going where the wind blows
Going nowhere slow
Trailer folk.

Poem - Tyd

Tyd, soos water in die son
soos blare van 'n blom
so is tyd
Kort jy twee uure in
Is een van hulle uit
kwart oor, kwart voor, nou of nooit
half of oppie kop, tyd bly tyd.

Poem - Untitled

Life, the candle’s create
flickering, fading
knowing it’s late.

Then hard steel death
The keeper of fuel
Cracks in the winter sky
Choking the candle
yet ignites the flame
destroying everything
‘till only the life remains.

Poem - Vasgeverf

Oorkant die tafel,
tussen die stoof en die agterdeur.
Daar is 'n spasie
wat ek nie wil sien.

Al die vasgeverfde skakelaars
van verlede dinge.
onopgelos...

Nou trek ek deur die duister
en die bosse.
En luister vir 'n oplossing.

Poem - You haven't seen it coming

I'm finaly old.
one of the rotten parts
in this mechanical monstroscity.
You better believe it,
when the leaves fall in the summer,
and the rivers overflow overnight.
Then you'll have to admit.
Something is not right.

It finally came.
The day we all dreaded,
the day we delayed
because we were afraid.
Hope you got enough for a bunker,
hope you got enough for a tank,
hope you have enough for a ticket,
cause something isn't going right.

Say your final goodbyes.
It may be a long time before you greet again.
Get the food and water.
Here's some pills if you fear anticipation.
The pharmacies won't mind,
everybodie's selling out while they can
before they realize it's all in vain.

So who will ride out,
ride out the first wave?
Don't tell me you haven't seen it coming.
I hate to see you drown,
but there's no space left.
There is no time left, goodbye.
Here's an extra jacket.
Head for the hills,goodbye.

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Introduction

Artist: FLW
Real name: Freddie Whitehorn
Birthdate: 6 September 1983
Town: Vanderbijlpark
Genre: Electronic
Style: Progressive, experimental, instrumental
Inspiration: Exploration, rediscovery, experimentation
Mediums: Personal computer, electrical appliances, chips, found objects, virtual instruments
Method: Sequencing, micro and macro recording, programming, media capture, salvaging, ambient and anomalous capturing, natural and artificial cycles, modification
Contact info: flwhitehorn@hotmail.com or flwhitehorn@gmail.com