Gert Strydom, 21 november 2014
I
On the other side of known reality
there is a dimension that threads the world bare
and far away of the natural conversance and knowledge
reality is fabricated
and outside the terms of time
there is a place where another reality begins
and on the other side of midnight
time is totally lost
and somewhere in the late night
the subconscious tries to reach to it
and in dreams does built a magic carpet
that can find a bridge to it,
to a world that suddenly does appear
but usually with daylight does again wear out
and does disappear away into the nought.
II
Sometimes however unknown objects are seen,
people witness lights in the sky that does blind them
when unknown forces work in on nature
and people do believe
that other space beings want to find them
and others do want to measure energy fields
as proof that other foreign entities are on this planet
and its as if they do know something about these strange things,
are trying to do scientific research to unknown knowledge
but it is know that a great war rages each day
between Michael’s angelic host
and the evil demonic forces of Lucifer
and sometimes the war spreads far and wide
and man stays caught in the middle of it,
when words and actions
lets the destiny of each human being
hang in the balance.
Joe Breunig, 20 november 2014
O, there are plenty of untold blessings
that are wrapped in the grace of giving,
but too many are missed by selfishness
and the failure to uphold Christian living.
Real giving is an act of self-denying love,
an act of faith, obedience and worship;
it’s also an act of the sacred and prophetic,
being reflective of our true relationship
with the Father, Who is watching over us.
When we’re moved by Faith’s spiritual shiver,
many facets of God’s blessings are unleashed-
Forever blessed is Jehovah’s cheerful giver.
Whatever you give to God, He will bless it;
so willingly give your life to Him this day.
Choose to be led by Him, while Faith’s perfume
fills His throne room… as a spiritual bouquet.
Author Notes
Inspired by:
John 3:16; Luke 6,21; Mal 3; 2 Cor 9; Zech 4:10
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2014, All rights reserved.
Gert Strydom, 20 november 2014
To some people death comes serene
but I have seen it coming
with great fear and pain
as a unknown something
wiping clean life’s scene
shattering the lives of those still living
again and again
and yet to some it comes silently as a sleep
while in its dark mysterious phantom some does weep
as still nearer and still nearer it does creep
as a end to things and to life
or a interlude to a new beginning
of that which lies unknown.
Satish Verma, 20 november 2014
When insects were crawling
dreams had contradictions,
a sudden dropp in temperature
brought the quantum touch.
Ending of the grief
or grief of ending
rejected every intact truth
and death was trailing behind the candle.
Fear and agony were following
the footfalls of night
Blindness was weaving a broken moon.
The time will not be answerable for any plight.
Corners of childhood brighten up
for sweet nothings
I adore the fallen god,
he was inhaling the earth.
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 19 november 2014
The ultimate question:
what is love,
why does it exist
and why sometimes not?
Or was it life?
It all depends on how you look at things:
by the heart or scientifically.
Gert Strydom, 18 november 2014
The garden of my heart
is empty when you are gone
and its as if every plant
that I have in it does perish
and although
I do give great care to everything
something essential is missing
and I bring everything to inside
and wait like a winter
on a new beginning
and it is as if the sun is away
and as if the frost
does extend deadly cold fingers
while you are missing.
Satish Verma, 18 november 2014
I do not want to become
plaintiff or defendant.
Untethered, I will punish myself
for metaphysical nuances.
Sometimes a silence talks to grieving sky
about a fake truth.
The tears will never stop now.
Give me my freedom to cry,
to exhume the body of justice
and bury my future in memories
I do not sell the dreams.
Eyes tell it all.
History repeats itself
when message dies on legs!
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 17 november 2014
The women sing
David has defeated Goliath of Gath
and the Philistines flee
when David is king
as they are scared that he is going to obliterate them
and David and his Israelite army is formidable
as a omnipotent God is guarding him
with whom at times he deliberates
and God says to David: “you cannot build my temple
as on your hands there is blood”
and ten thousand men fall before him,
ten thousand men and many more
but David has got remorse over his ways
and stays trusting the decrees of God.
Satish Verma, 17 november 2014
To become or not to become a renegade,
or to die or not to die for a semi-god?
These were some of the questions
thrown at an incomplete script.
What elevated you to a celebrity?
Your hump or deep wrinkled groans?
Age is abating, abattoir is empty.
Exile from the past is over.
When you intend to comeback to childhood
and become a simple star?
Behind the mask lies the embrace of death
I am afraid the flames will engulf,
the genius of pathways.
Everything will turn into obsolete gossip.
A patch of sunlight becomes a costly exposure
bones are entwined in eternal cuddle.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 16 november 2014
Are you genuine, I ask?
Your face, a stone wall,
I had been bruising my psyche against it.
I have no strength to bury myself alive,
in the mass grave of lies.
An ancient fear
descends from the hill.
Wants to marry a tree.
Or worship the terror
of a diaspora.
The vultures are dying every day,
We were talking of pregnancy,
desire and death.
The sparrows are gone.
Heat is rising.
I am starting the countdown.
Satish Verma
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