John, 1 february 2015
The moonlight shines thru the window and the curtains the pattern of the curtains reflect upon your half covered body skin I kiss the shadow of the design on your thigh glide my fingertips slowly down your leg hoping not to wake you but its not enough just the touch isn't enough I want to teaste you like sweet fine wine I want to get love drunk off your bodies essence I want to massage you with my lips no fingertips cause when the rain comes I want teaste every rain drop until you stop
Satish Verma, 1 february 2015
Your gifts, I do not want to keep.
Shapeless doves on the grass,
were ready to take a nascent flight.
My small hands prepare a daisy meal.
Dahlias will bloom when the sun climbs.
I pass the door, that moves like a
stranger, between the people,
looking out for black roses.
One by one the tribes are changing
the colors of flags.
Conversion into sleepless towers
watching the whistles blowing.
Do not throw dust on the graves
in the valley of golden stairs.
The voices are growing louder
after trampeling on the bones.
Satish Verma, 30 january 2015
Wages
of alienation
were increasing.
We were afraid
of reflections.
Shifting
of landscapes
will hurt the river.
I was blinded
by blues.
Relationship
becomes a speech
impediment,
bonds start
breaking.
I wanted
to call your name –
in solitude.
The echo
reaches the whole sky.
Joe Breunig, 29 january 2015
The written Word of God is complete,
with multiple layers of understanding;
however, only a hungry heart can plumb
the Biblical depths with His assistance.
There must be an inner desire, replete
with knowledge that’s divinely expanding
my vision of purpose; don’t let me be dumb.
Breakdown my barriers of human resistance.
Stay within my heart; kick down its door,
teach me Thy lessons, so I’m not perplexed;
enable my existence to grasp and really see
messages from the eternal, Kingdom above.
Translations instruct me how to explore
deeper within hidden meanings of holy text;
with Your Holy Spirit, softly reveal to me
the whole, unedited Truth of… Your Love.
Author Notes
Inspired by:
1 Cor 2:6-16
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Satish Verma, 29 january 2015
To search you
I am burning my wheels.
Put your hands
on my shoulders
for opening the book.
To read the message
between the words.
When the time comes
I want you
to smear my ashes
on the stones of footpath.
I want them
to walk on me
and dissolve their steps.
Stop looking
at me.
To reach you
I am burning my bridges.
Satish Verma, 28 january 2015
In the service of flesh
new vision was perfecting a cult;
silence was going home.
It was not there
freedom of defense for bread, but
I must pay the price of hunger.
The oblique afterthought
compelled by nocturnal infidelity
picks up the black threads,
minute by minute.
Death was very genial.
Comes silently behind the cacti -
across the intelligent green.
One has to pay for touching greatness.
The thoughts will never go
from the unwinking eyes.
I was listening to the footsteps.
Satish Verma, 27 january 2015
There was a strange carnality
in flowing robes,
a waiver penetrates
in incorporeal ellipse.
I must speak of him in his absence
combating for the actuality.
Knowing lust manifolds,
yields a prayer,
primrose opens the eyes.
The knowledge liberating -
you cross the inlets.
Anxiety peels off your mind.
An obnoxious presence of unbeings,
the weeds, the vocal generation
of priests, are anything but art.
The body blooms, in suicidal note.
Birds shriek, before the moon climbs
on the dark trees. I let go the orange,
only the white spreads.
Satish Verma, 26 january 2015
Time within the earth hour
was lengthening.
The other god was sleeping.
Becoming was inviting the death
while climbing.
Frostbite amputates the memory.
Ending without beginning,
I was asking the seeker to stop
searching the answers.
The houses were burning on the road,
silence, had a vertical sound,
no words, no tongue.
Death had tears of blood
riding on the horseback
it was charging on the wandering incense.
Satish Verma, 25 january 2015
He was asking for, at least,
a passive euthanasia.
Rage or hostility
was giving pain to phantom limbs.
Race puts forth,
a trembling version
of ethnic choice.
A piped dream
which never took off.
On middle of the road
a dragon rumbles,
hissing flames.
Something not on the left
not on the right.
Cannot keep the sky open.
Nothing moves now,
not even leaves of a lone tree.
There was a random cry
unheard in the aloneness of fire.
Bunny Crunch, 24 january 2015
I wasn't too young to remember
When you came to see me in November
And took me gently in your arms
Taking my mind off its alarms
It was so wonderful to see you there
To rock with you in Grandma's rocking chair
I thought you were the coolest guy in the world
Not simply because up against your chest I curled
Your cashmere cradled me in love and a hug
The warmth and joy spreading quicker than a bug
Your voice was the smile in those paralyzing winds
Melting away the great world of my sins
You took me in as your little girl
Your arms cradling my locks of curl
You remembered me while you weren't home
Making joy echo across my heart like a dome
Breeding my exponential admiration
Of your every imperfection
I love you, Chris
If I remember anything, it's this:
That you're my hero and I can help not but smile when I see you
For there's no way I can be blue
When you give up your time for me
And love anyone I want to be
Spunky, sweet, and funny too
With you I don't know what to do
Just like a renewing river
Of love and fun you are my giver
They may say with you things have nothing to do
But they do, 'cause I admire you
You are everything I want to be
And the good in me you can always see
One of the things, though, that separates us
Is that you are a soldier magnanimous
You are a pilot
Flying by my tears of violet
In the skies of foreign countries far away
Instead of seeing me by day
I rarely see you anymore
The man that I still so adore
If give anything to hear your gentle voice
And if only I could see you I would ceaselessly rejoice
The fact that I can't ever see your face
Turns my emotions to a basket case
All I have are photos now
While in Kuwait you will soon take a bow
One of you blowing out a birthday candle
Is a little more than I can handle
After all these gifts without you there
Lying motionless in Grandma's rocking chair
I can only long to feel you there
To feel you gently stroke my hair
Without you life means not as much
Without your hugs or gentle touch
You think the way I do about
Most everything, and there's no doubt
With a soft tear welling in my eye
I long not to say goodbye
Can pray only that you will be not next to die
You are my father's godson
But it's clear that you're the one
Who I connect with more
So I wish that you'd be at my door
Waiting there to greet me with a hug
So I can cling to you like a water bug
For my birthday I wish that you could land
And walk with me slowly on the sand
And tell me that you're proud of me
For you are all I want to be
This February I'll look to the sky
And see my Blackhawk flying by
I'll walk alone beneath the stars
And think of time that once was (h)ours
Back home I miss you far too much
And the stars are clearly comfort such
For you fly among them, making them shine
And one of them you cast down to be mine
Shining as brightly as the sparkle in your eyes
Like you it may make me wise
And guide me through my darkest night
With a fleeting memory of you that I pray is right
Anytime I miss you I can wear some gentle stripes
Like the fading ones on Grandma's rocking chair which in my memories are ripe
Every night I cling to my teddy bear
And think of how you have less hair
Like the bear in that old-fashioned storybook rhyme
And I'll wish that back could be that time
They tell me that I'll have some more
When you come back to your family's door
In six months' time you will return
And elation in my heart may burn
For they tell me that you'll give me a day
To from the world get away
You and I may be together
A time which time's great ball can't tether
I would give my life to see you again
You're my favorite of all other men
But for now, I'll remember how it felt to rock with you
And in all that ever I will do
I'll listen to the wind and let it carry me back
To the last time I heard your voice telling me that you don't slack
That I should do some cardio
So I can survive within the zombie radio
That once I do, you'll help me shoot a paintball gun
And around the city we can run
That I finally can drive your car
Provided I don't leave a scar
I cling to these memories like I did to you back then
When I had no fear that I'd see you again
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