Jayden Casey, 18 may 2013
Hello, My friend
I can't remember if you came
or left; it's been days against the wind
Same ol' fire; same ol' flame
They're bringing down the gate
time tick-tick-ticks away; it's late
Am I suppose to be here?
Perhaps there.
How about there?
I forgot to tell you...
Wait...
It's at a loss for...
Two think it's that important...
Time is tick-tick-ticking...
Barely...
I can't...
The heat arrived; the fire's gone
Now, where did I leave the match?
Satish Verma, 18 may 2013
You have put up the price on your shirt.
I have started seeing the return
of the death instinct. The curtain falls
on profile of joy, of giving away.
A solid swelling of clotted ego
of antimatter shows frugality
in spending of laughter. It was
a total consumption of beautiful lips.
That was that, of hollowness of globes
and golden peacocks. A seed of mildew
implants a kiss on the nakedness of greed.
How far the want will go in dark
for the scent of transgression?
Today I am going to meet a blind angel.
Satish Verma
maryam muhammad, 17 may 2013
Between the lies I act surprised but really who am I,
to those who steer into my eyes are you my preacher
teacher or the ones sitting there waiting for me to
fall, whose role model am I; they look at me and
laugh because I'm working to acheive my lifes goals on my own, maybe this life
wasn't meant for me, whose wife was I destined
to be, it hurts not knowing if there will be someone
motivating me to succeed,
why isn't there anyone helping the weak, why is it
that I have to be the guide instead of someone
guiding me, could it be that life hates me, or is
he punishing me,
I don’t know, why don’t you all tell me, I’m just
wondering about those many questions we have in life.
OCW, 17 may 2013
Oh Muse of the evening vers from the Unknown
stay awake another one more drive
to midnight shades i surrender no crown
left for me to hand over feel my thrive
the path of my mistakes is blurred into words
clouds over the tracks my childhood gifs
drink the way out to the cabin of wonders
from golden fields to starfull nights
when the need to write is riper
I'll find a way to put music & mind on paper
wait for meon the other side of days never seen
for Iam worthy of the destinations I've been
roads where they go and roads where they draw
follow the everlasting journey the King and Queen's awe.
OCW
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Gert Strydom, 17 may 2013
During my whole life, for many years,
I have been waiting on you
and then suddenly you walked into my life.
I do remember
that it was unexpected when I noticed you
and now suddenly
I do swear before the heaven and hell
that our love is much more than just a game.
Gert Strydom, 17 may 2013
Outside a swarm of doves peck yellow maize,
my heart gallops
along the dusty roads
of the lower town
and shaking like a immature child I am searching
where cars come to a halt
for you who are rolling away like a large marble
and when we are apart I do feel unsettled.
Satish Verma, 17 may 2013
I was keeping a vigil in holy town
on a water cut. Lucy, Lucy did you have
a dirty mind?
This luciferina, will not tell the truth.
Venus and Venus flytrap had a
parallel birth.
And I was facing the dismembered tragedy
of freedom, unblooded in alien land
of unthinkable prayers.
Where the country will carry my pilgrimage
of fears and apprehensions? I thought,
and therefore I disappeared.
In convoy of great ideas, the escort was
a beautiful god, who went to sleep
when assault came.
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 16 may 2013
In every face that I behold,
I see a certain chill, a certain cold
and in the distance white mine heaps glimmer
light flash over tall buildings, glass windows shimmer
and it is not the Johannesburg of old
and everybody fits in,
the gum sniffing beggar children
with faces becoming obscure
and waggling limbs now miss-formed without a cure
the street whores, displaying their wares
smiling as without a care, with a cheap kind of glamour
calling out obscenities
along with workers from manufacturing industries
walking in rubber boots
in blue overalls
and even the people in ties and suits
who are in cahoots
with the moneymen
fit perfectly in to a heartless city without a soul
where the value of money is the criterion
that turns men and women into carrion,
in a place that imprisons, like a huge enormous gaol.
Gert Strydom, 16 may 2013
In tribal dress some smiling girls pass me,
their bare breasts shake,
there is something natural in their gaze
like cats that wake
to the world around, predators moving;
a small keepsake
swing on a golden chain in the valley
of breasts, I am caught in the small alley
while in a throng they pass with sweet laughter,
captivating
like big prowling kittens they move along,
they are eating
me up with their huge gleaming dark brown eyes,
are debating,
are sneaking up with a wild innocence,
yet with a clear mature insistence
Gert Strydom, 16 may 2013
Daily I see bearded men with turbans
around their heads
dressed in white cloaks, women carrying
their prayer beads
in some colourful saris while in rags
a beggar pleads
and we are worlds apart from each other,
in their views and life some do not bother
and I am dressed in shoes, pants and shirt,
always wearing
one of several costly suits to church
have anything,,
take a collar and tie to business
where I fit in
but are disregarding the poor old tramp
are viewing him as just another scamp.
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