Satish Verma, 28 april 2020
You wanted tranquility
clean and sane,
scudding at persona
impact.
Some thinking disorder?
You start cutting yourself.
Collecting the body parts.
Yellow jasmine. I will know that
I do not know the fields of hate.
When your world falls apart,
what I would do.
Every day
I dig up a sin
with a knife.
Satish Verma, 27 april 2020
Cruel times,
and the walls are rising.
The rivals.Medusae versus columns.
Snakes for hairs
opposed to stones.
The bell shaped body with stinging
tongues.
I will not speak.
This is the gift from the womb of
evil.The blues.
Wounded by you.
The color changes.Sunrise to sunset.
You stay in sunroom, in dumbness.
Chilling poverty.
You shake violently.
Give me the skin to cover my bones,
I am bleeding black.You know the tilted moon
still crying.
Satish Verma, 26 april 2020
It was not ending, not beginning
this fracas,
to search the exit.
Where to go where to.
The window
has jumped out
from the moon. what was
your ultimate? What was?
The cold-blooded
creepy object
discharging the virulent
flames virulent.
Migratory ink
always lands on the
paper, would not
move the words would not.
Janusz Józef Adamczyk, 26 april 2020
is the matter
and the antymatter
is the Ghost of the Life
and the Gost of the Death
is the consciousness
and of the First and of the Second
and is the soul
as the chanse for the man
Janusz Józef Adamczyk
Świdnik, Poland
25.04.2020
Satish Verma, 25 april 2020
The water breaks.
Do you hear the voices?
I will ask my half self.
The pretension sends
neuroimages.
I am going home to read my horoscope.
Words grieve. I
have done a dream.
Silence sins.
Satish Verma, 24 april 2020
Coming back with
nipples and fangs, all
the black visions.
Those lunging at the
helpless prey, a hundred arms,
pythonic- to squeeze
the life out of
the rising voice.
You were my trust,
my secret, then why this
curse,
of your signs, your signature,
your face?
You were me, I was you.
We were not different, I open
my chest to receive the bullets
the stone, the stick.
The words.They swim
like dolphins, whistling
crossing the horizons
reaching beyond the colored dresses.
Satish Verma, 23 april 2020
Your hands
start a fire―
thinking beyond the rainbow.
The next hearing
will encompass the unheard sins
of islands.
In spot, you open
the lock and let in the strange voices,
wearing the hidden masks
of untold flaws.
The system starts crumbling
and you wash your feet
in tumbling water
of unsound river, held in abeyance.
No house was left
without ashes.
Satish Verma, 22 april 2020
In tattered clothes.
I would see my returned privation.
I will make the holes bigger,
so that light seeps in,
on my blackened chest.
The lovers will not meet
today, out, in open;
on moonward path.
The charred remains―
of the rope are visible.
The soaked blanket, to sleep in,
has become infernal.
What are you drinking now?
No other passage,
no exit, even the kiss of death?
RENATA, 21 april 2020
presja twojego głosu
i ton pana wszechwłądnego
sprawiają że jestem nikim
trzęsącą się galaretą
popatrz do niczego się nie nadajesz
stawiasz kroki w chmurach
nikt ciebie nie slucha
flegmatyczka nieporadna nieskładna
zabija brak pewności siebie
wzbudza poczucie winy
to własny mąż nikt inny
bez ciebie wreszcze kimś jestem
steve, 21 april 2020
I guess I never thought about... all the reasons why...
Or the circumstance created.. that can make good people lie,
I couldn't see beyond my walls... I could only see my needs...
But the truth is that we all hurt and everybody bleeds,
Life is more than living... it's learning as you go...
It's taking someone by the hand... and teaching what you know,
It's about growing far beyond... what we think we understand...
And letting go finite thoughts... that have always held back man,
It's learning how to speak the truth... and learning to forgive...
Knowing that we're all the same... with just one life to live,
It's learning to be humble... to share with those in need...
To always stand for "what is right"... and never to concede,
To know that you are not alone... our needs are all the same...
Your my brother, she's my sister... we just have different names,
There is always strength in numbers... so when despair comes into view...
Just know that when united... there's nothing we can't do...
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