Gert Strydom, 8 april 2015
If you remember me when I am gone,
when life is mine no more
then shut all bad things,
all unpleasant thoughts of me
like you will a closing door
and let it be like the first time
that we have met
when every thing between us was new
and let I be to you
the things and words that made you smile,
and remember me for just a little while
with no sadness or pain
and let things remain between the two of us
as it was when you loved me best
and then forget me
and let me rest and have tranquillity
while my words still live on
as parts of me while I am gone.
Gert Strydom, 7 april 2015
Somehow I see you peering
right through the window,
thought struck looking at the sea
in the distance
and I wonder what is in your mind?
If you remember the times
that the two of us
were young and in love
and it feels as if an eternity
has been spend since then
but there’s something in your gaze,
that is truly beautiful and far past pretty,
some serenity shrouding you
and I wonder if you sometimes miss me
as much as I had missed you once?
Anne, at the window
the new morning is dawning
and the sun is romantically red
and the mountains and sea
is in the distance
and you are looking very lonely
and I wonder when
someone will again your smile see?
Satish Verma, 7 april 2015
He made me move on the rough edges
to the abyss of ‘ I ’, persuasive, but strong
for a thrilled journey, on the snow-clad
relationship between disquietening
follicles of wants.
Completely alert, still drowning in fear
of abstract river, of fire, of nodal pain
of self-destruction. Suicide was below dignity.
This was annihilation of the present, past and future
in realm of faith versus asexual love of sin.
Only one moment was sufficient to disturb me,
between me and my flips, between captive
and captor. The quiet honing of silence
for breeding vowels and petals of narcissus.
Black moon, I always loved you.
Gert Strydom, 6 april 2015
When I do comprehend
the painful and humiliating cross
that brings to sin and suffering an end
then any other great thing is at a loss
and when a love so deep and divine
does become my very own
and Your selfless life becomes mine
then there is more grace than that which I have known
and then I do understand that although You did say:
“Father forgive them for they know not what they do,”
You did also forgive the ones that knew on that day
and your mercy and love goes through
any barrier that life and destiny can bring
and that knowing You is amazing.
Satish Verma, 6 april 2015
You went blank on the line
between sand and water,
between seizure and assault.
The tribes have unwrapped their torches,
they are coming in numbers.
Who was going on trial?
Fierce fidelity is demanding vendetta.
The drummer announces the fight.
Justice parts the lips for
peace against tragedy!
The golden voice caves in.
Time moves as a profane octopus -
suckers clasping on the vital stomata.
Green blood oozes from eyes.
The truce was transient.
Childless earth throws up the flames.
Gert Strydom, 5 april 2015
Everything that I posses does not belong to me
but is a sign of Your love and great mercy
and even all my great and good deeds
do not make me free of Your crucifixion or of blame
and even though I do possess fame and respect,
that which I can become
is only the blessing that You do pour down upon me
and all of my existence,
even the most brilliant thoughts in my mind,
that which do carry meaning for me
You my Lord, do provide before I can ask for it
and does only come as a gift from Your hand.
Your great care is wherever I am
and You do regard everyone that I meet as Your own child.
Satish Verma, 5 april 2015
Neglecting the presence of choiceless
pain, I became singular and I said
I would not allow the life
slip through my fingers.
Looking inside, beneath the rags
of awakening, makes you to rebel
against the decadent forgiveness.
Belief in dying was a reversed nightmare.
Till the arteries explode in the limbs.
A robot kindles the hope to walk
without a brain and I grieve for the
death of a nightingale in the woods.
I will knead the invisible universe,
roll it to the stone wall of conscience.
Age will undo the million dreams
behind the creative shame.
Elise C., 4 april 2015
Hiding behind a thick brick wall
lay things that can't be told.
Feelings, feelings, sad, but true eat at my heart.
Things I'm to afraid...
to afraid to say.
Maybe I should speak things out
but it would hurt too much.
I never lie, but I'm holding back...
holding back that 'something' deep inside.
Never can I say, never will I say
no one can make me.
Elise C., 4 april 2015
And I'll watch you deteriorate before my eyes
and don't be surprised when I forget to cry
As fear lies in your mind, rest a sure things will NEVER be fine.
In life, broken glass cuts at skin very thin
Left un-aided will bleed, never allowing what it needs
I'll watch you bleed and make no sound, nor clean the mess on the ground.
Soft sound as quiet as a pin drop, words trickle out in a haunted whisper...
'Sometimes lost is never found...'
Elise C., 4 april 2015
And what's to happen when everything is done?
Do we go back to a beginning far away from where we are?
Will we fade from each other after each passing day or could our lives remain the same?
Speaking with a troubled tongue, I see that you are the lonely one, but from you I will never run..
Time is running out for words unspoken
will bonds remain unbroken or will our lives be shattered open to this world?
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