George Krokos, 28 april 2017
When you do your best and it just isn't good enough,
then life for you dear friend must be somewhat tough.
Sometimes we need to put in an extra effort or do a bit more,
with our whole mind and heart involved we can open the door.
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George Krokos, 28 april 2017
You are in the world but aren't really seen
and exist there behind a hidden screen.
Whatever that is seen no matter where
can't look back knowing that You are there.
You stay hidden in Your secret place
and look out at everything in space
that is known to be forever changing
which is why it's very wide ranging.
You come and go when the time is right
and avoid being seen in one's sight;
not wishing to reveal to them who
are thereby in the body caged too.
You remain out of all the limelight
that is at times so dazzlingly bright
where other people will not see You
yet from within all You do look through.
You have assumed many an identity
which are all shadows of One Reality,
thus displaying in Your imagination
all the vast live universe and creation.
You have to return to your pristine state
when people go to sleep and aren't awake.
This follows that very well known course
of all things which go back to their source.
You keep a low profile in the background
so unwilling there to be known or found
by quietly minding Your own business
as the unseen observer Consciousness.
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Satish Verma, 21 april 2017
Traversing atopia
I am touching your belly button,
to find the remains
of ancient connectivity.
Was that good-
asking for a nasal approach
to the golden incense
of a sleeping Buddha?
The faith crumbles at
the feet of a groping figure.
A falcon tears away the pink
globe, drinking the falling nectar.
Unzipped, a Venus now opens
the secret of a murder. The
dismembered parts were strewn
around over the surface of moon.
steve, 19 april 2017
The sun won't shine without you... the nights are twice as long...
And I'm just lying in the dark... wondering what went wrong,
The sky's no longer blue... the way it used to be...
And even when the stars come out... it's just too dark to see,
The truth is.. life without you... hasn't been the same...
I still break down every time... someone says your name,
I can't pretend the pain away... it's just too hard to do...
And I can't forget the way it was... I've never wanted to,
Our friends won't come here anymore.. they don't know what to say...
As I keep the curtains drawn uptight.. and stay in bed all day,
I pick up all the pieces.. and say that.. "it's all good"...
But it's just a lie to cover up.. how I've never understood,
The sun may rise tomorrow.. but it's just another day...
For nothing in this world makes sense.. since you went away.
Satish Verma, 19 april 2017
Holding the thought before it
is born. Let the void become
pregenant first-
and it starts raining.
It was a serene melting
point, when I accepted the price
of giving away. I will not
take any mantra, any hand.
A perfect blending with
unknown; to put back the
sea in a bowl. Even the cloud
will enter into a blade of grass.
No faith. No ritual. I believe
in roving dust, which makes
the stars, the blaze, and
the brilliant light.
Satish Verma, 9 april 2017
Talking of morality abuse
and implanting of false truth,
words stammer.
A fiery birth after
the mist. I intend to collect
the dark energy of beyond.
A pillow dance waits
for the inevitable death.
Only one eye will see the moon.
You bend back,
open the eyes thirstily.
Let Venus unwrap the breast-
and start swimming
in gunmetal sky for the final
journey of delinquent mind.
Satish Verma, 9 april 2017
Talking of morality abuse
and implanting of false truth,
words stammer.
A fiery birth after
the mist. I intend to collect
the dark energy of beyond.
A pillow dance waits
for the inevitable death.
Only one eye will see the moon.
You bend back,
open the eyes thirstily.
Let Venus unwrap the breast-
and start swimming
in gunmetal sky for the final
journey of delinquent mind.
Satish Verma, 5 april 2017
In your limpid eyes
a pacifism slumps.
All I could say was, wrong sex
was ending in ice.
Dark energy: we were not expanding
Lies galore : we were casting
off our skins. I will not seek
afterlife. The hand carries the old coat.
Retrodiction. Don't want to shed
the charm. Waited for the change
which never came. Chicken,
wearing love, no bones.
Latest navel show. Walking on
ramp. Aphrodiasiac for the dangling
egos. Let us go for a
collective suicide.
Satish Verma, 4 april 2017
In transit of soul,
when you were under siege,
you got a new number for afterlife
wearing a white robe-
and could see right through
your past picking up the
lips from the despair
of ancient dream.
Will you catch the honeydew
dripping from the eternal tree
of life? Have you seen night-
blooming flames gouging-
the intrigues from the black
walls? There has been a deepening
sense of despair. The venus is
ready to unrobe in full glare of sun.
Renato N. Mascardo, 4 april 2017
lauriat
hot tea in our cups
chopsticks click as tales rush forth
together we laugh.
renato
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