Anthony DiMichele, 28 september 2015
I remember to remember
a hail storm on a motorcycle
it took me
it shut me up
thunder and lightning...
hurricanes that broke glass
and bent the trees back like Odysseus
bending his bow
a flood that had huge sewer rats
swimming down the street like they owned it
and a pregnant muskrat with an arrow through its head
and a turtle on fire
and we played in the clouds of insecticides
sprayed from above
we were warned
but we were kids
it was magical
and defiant
Satish Verma, 28 september 2015
Liquefied version of pain has started working.
human material constructs
a floating emotion at last.
One by one I rediscover
the children of sorrow
among the ruins of ancient prayers.
The fear lurks
under the trees,
under the stones.
I can read it,
unwashed stillness of a revolution.
It was real yesterday,
but collapsed on the rim of today.
My wrinkled faith gets
ready for a proliferation of rites.
The land suffers.
My solitude remains unmeasured.
In despair I latch on to
sounds of pursuing light.
Impatiently the dialogues
are thrown around.
The philosophy of confessional truth
becomes very auspicious.
Stephen J. Vattimo, 27 september 2015
There once was a nation that was like a beautiful tall sailing ship
It's mast were like redwood trees lined up in a forest
They bore the stainless white sails of opportunity to catch the winds of adventure and prosperity
This nation that was like a beautiful tall sailing ship
had a proud history but it wasn't always full of smooth sailing
They had met many different faces of the storms that occur in this fallen world
They had battled their way through many storm by their faith in their Creator
He through his holy Spirit He gave them the strength of nerves of steel
He place a burning will to fight to over come their foes in them that no winds of a hurricane could blow out
He gave them a lantern of opportunism that no doubt could swallow up with it's darkness
They rowed their ores against the waves of civil wars that tried to saw their ship into two halves
They fault against pirates who tried to commandeer ships from other lands
to plunder their booty and subjugate their crews under tyrannical rule
There came a time this nation that was like a beautiful tall sailing ship
became prideful and place their faith in their successful adventure they had and in the booty they had acquired
They decided to mutiny against the Creator
In their deluded mines they tied Him up and abandoned Him on an uncharted island
The nation that was like a beautiful tall sailing ship hoisted their sail of opportunity
to catch the winds of adventure and prosperity
when they were on their way
they took the tools that the Creator gave them to safely navigate the oceans
and threw them overboard
They decided to seek a new destiny by exploring uncharted waters
They were met by a hideous fierce ogre of a storm that open it's mouth and swallow them whole like they were a small piece of bread
The once strong like red wood trees masts had become dry rotted by the spirit of un- thankfulness and were easy for the storm to snatch them away along with their
sails
the storm toss the ship from one wave to another like a clown juggles balls at a circus
The spirit of courage melted inside them and they coward in a corner
For they no long had the Holy Spirit with them to give them nerves of steel
To ignite flames of a fighting spirit in them
To give them a lantern to shine a guiding light of optimism when they were lost in the darkness of hopelessness
The crew of the nation that was like a beautiful tall sailing ship
Could have use their ores to row toward safe waters
But they didn't have the compass of the Holy Spirit to morally guide them in the right direction to the safe waters
They no long had the map the creator had given them so they could find out where they were in relationship to the boundaries of the safe and treacherous waters.
The crew of the nation that was like a beautiful tail sailing ship
Could save them self and what was left of their ship if they would untie The Creator and retrieve Him from the uncharted Island they had abandoned Him on in their deluded minds
To Swallow their pride and humbly call out to Him to rescue them from the cure hands of the storm
To confess and repent from their muteness ways
To ask the Creator to restore their ship and to enable them to sail their ship once again under His banner
By using the compass and map He has equipped them with to safely navigate the ocean of the world
Written by Stephen J.Vattimo
August 10,2015
Satish Verma, 27 september 2015
A crisp moon rejects the night,
the words retreat, like fallen truths.
Stillness was palpable
silhouettes moved in vacancy.
And we did not know where to go,
how to find the cause of life.
World surged forward like a spider.
The dust, the heat
and a breathing sorrow
met in the twilight
of immaculate pain.
I hated the drooping lights
and burning of feathers.
Birds were dumb
to say how cruel
the benevolence had been.
I fell upon a thorn
who witnessed my incarceration.
A fire in my eyes, I glowed like a volcano.
Fogs were hanging
like veils on eyes of moon.
I tasted lichens in mouth.
The tragic intimacy
of an old poem.
Stephen J. Vattimo, 27 september 2015
Fortune and Fame,
Is this the root of the value of your name?
If all your valued were stripped away,
would be like a tree who leaves were stolen away by the winds of a hurricane?
In the eye of a watching world,
would you appear to be like a hopeless tree,
stand in the forest with naked branches and rotted out roots?
If you were like a branch that was grafted into a healthy strong vine named Jesus The . Nazarene.
Though the hurricanes will come and go and steel your fortune and fame
Your branches will never remain naked.
For the vine's root will never rot.
For the vine is the source of eternal life and has over come the power behind the force of the hurricanes.
The branch that abides in the vine will always renew it's fruit.
Which is your fortune and fame rooted in?
Are you a tree standing alone in the forest try to produce your own glory?
Are you a branch grafted the vine name Jesus The Nazarene?
Written by Stephen J. Vattimo
Sept 12, 2015
Satish Verma, 26 september 2015
Now me, now not,
a thought is always there.
My genes navigate on collapsing walls,
words, dark mind, broken dreams.
But thought is always there.
I hold on firmly to sounds,
voices, tongues,
the thought is always there.
Brain goes into a nameless friction,
of aimless voyage
I rediscover the myth and abandon the zone of thoughts.
Distance becomes a wailing music.
Sitting between the flesh and bones
I recognise the relic of a window.
Let us dropp the years,
become timeless, empty and hollow.
Egocentric wind violates the lungs.
We cannot sing in praise of earth.
I walk through the body,
stripping to the bones, to find the seeds.
I refuse to pluck the flowers.
Nipuni Shashirangani, 26 september 2015
Every time I’m waiting for the passing of noon
Because I know then I’ll see you soon
I’m waiting to see you whole night
Because I want to catch your sight
I pray for sun goes down
Then the charming moon
Will fly across the sky
I’m waiting at my lonely room
Until the gloomy shadows arrive
And the darkness pay me a visit
Then soon, I go to the bed
To enter my lonely dream world
I’ll be waiting there
Till the sleep catches my eyes
Because I want to see you soon
Then I wish for an endless night
To be with you in my whole life
Nipuni Shashirangani, 26 september 2015
Nothing seems to be changed
Only you and me
I’m still standing alone
But you’ve begun to disappear
Step by step, I count and count
The memories pass through my head
Wherever I go, wherever I look
You are the painful light I see
Bursting tears begin to flow
I have nothing to do only let you go
Because I’m not at the destination
Where you always want to be
The way is so long
And I’m only a stronger you met
Now I’ve got tired of this long journey
Seeing this hard separation
I’ll try to make my heart with the lie
That I just want to see you at a happy ending
When the pain ends
I’ll take footsteps just to see you
Bunny Crunch, 25 september 2015
You to me would always listen
When my tears began to glisten
As though those tears could work like guns
You told me several stupid puns
You abhor them, and yet, you would tell them to me
Showing me to you something special I might be
You would text me every day
Making me think that talking was okay
Sometimes you’d feel like you were safe to open up
And you’d tell me about family or your recently dead pup
When you did, I showed you I was there for you
But nothing ever would I make you do
I told you I’d be there in the middle of the night
And still with me you’ve never tried to make things right
With no one I would share the things to me you told
So your insistence that I make you talk is getting kind of old
By never giving up on you, I thought your path I could remold
Everyone but me could see your heart was cold
My own barriers I broke so you could do the same
Yet when you went too deep you insisted I take blame
I wish I could stop crying myself each night to sleep
Because you’ve made me feel at fault that your kindness I could never reap
Slowly I am drowning
While your ego I’ve been unknowingly crowning
You never thank me for the things for you I’ve done
Sometimes I wish I’d have the courage to run
If I needed you, you’d let me keep falling
If I called you, you’d just laugh and leave me bawling
I’ll take no more blame than you for this act
Of breaking our nonconsensual pact
It’s hard to help when I know nothing at all
And for your games I always fall
You deceive and you manipulate me
Making me think that me is the worst thing one can be
You act like I’m a useless burden
Communicating to you is like being back at Verdun
Your tongue is like a fatal blade
It is heartless in the highest grade
You gnaw at my heart like acid rain
From tearing it to shreds you think something you will gain
Though of your past I’ve never first spoken
You insist your barriers I’ve broken
I’m not the one and I’ll never be
At least you realize you’re not good enough for me
My emotions you slowly molest
And tell me I’m dramatic and a burden when I protest
You tell me to chill
When my hurt with you I try to kill
Your talent as a homewrecker
Is stronger than a mountain trekker
My mind you would manipulate
You never cared; t’was all in hate
The evil in your essence
Bubbled up in effervescence
You are an active volcano
Drinking me like Draino
By your words of lava being burnt
One first learns about true hurt
You need to practice what you preach
Swallow your pride; and don’t give me my speech
If you claim my barrier I should break down
Descend from your imagined throne and tear apart your crown
You have made me starch and starve
While ‘cross my heart your name you carve
Thinking you have power over me
Because there for you is all I’ll ever be
I want you to come to me and see you’re a jerk
Yet keeping you close will never work
I can no longer save you; I can no longer try
Yet I want you to realize and can’t seem to say goodbye
Though I promised you I wouldn’t, now I have to give up
For all you do is fill my cup
You may wonder why your friend I refuse to stay
What else can I do when you push me away?
Some people you can’t change; sometimes them you cannot save
And to think I promised to be there til I reached my grave
You my skies have turned forever gray
And though it kills me like you do, to leave you has come now my day
You can go to hell, my love
For you tear apart my wings when I’m soaring like a dove
There’s nothing more I can do, for my hands are tied
But it isn’t really losing; for to save you I have tried and tried.
Satish Verma, 25 september 2015
Turgid freedom of nondescript
energy moves on the
secret circuits of nude gods.
Thy body politic breaks into splinters of million thoughts.
When the dusty winds
settle on our faces, it is a holy bath.
The neutral sky perceives it,
lapses into silence.
Poor vision of builders,
carries an abstract frame for the silver screen.
We peer in dark
to find the blasts,
culture of giant legs was the essence of truth
descends deep in crevices.
The technique brings the broken images.
In your mind lies the whole history of a tree.
You don’t remember.
When you peel the moon,
your tongue falters.
Of several centuries
the grief stricken bird recites a poem.
Come beside me,
I will tell you the name.
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