Aurora, 10 november 2014
The last 'poem' of the night
closing my eyes,
molecules come and go out of the sight.
I travel far with wings of stone
weighing my lifeless body down
I am without sound
But can you hear my tears fall?
Do they drum along to your beat?
Have they fashioned an image
of an underwater seat?
'let man have knowledge' you said
led to violation in a man made bed
But enough of the wiltering memories stuck in a skull formed head
I have another report
one that is forever taught
I beg one of rhetoric
to our platonic relation
I want to ask a question
that rings like funeral bells through out every nation:
Oh have you seen what they have done to your children?
they have fed them to crocodiles
they have worshipped the owls
they have transformed jewels into kings
and swords out of the dragons tongue
Oh have you seen my lord what they are creating?
Did you not tell your worshippers
that what they are waiting for
is in another place,
with no grace?
For have they worn out their robes,
that you allowed them to make?
For I heard that the silk worm conformed,
just to let the lamb lay with the snake.
Yet none of us died! Alas we never did live!
We are all existing below,
a secret they all know.
Shall I reiterate what they have done to heaven?
by creating numbers, they allude you to seven!
and have told me that I do not exist
with promises of protection if I do not resist.
For like a moon of duality within their nature,
they become creatures of the blood,
So shall I tell them my lord that the prophets were birds
and that their DNA is worms out of the mud?
Or have you already told them my lord
whilst they yearn for their mothers nip
amongst the slaughtering of their sisters
just so for emotion that they might dip
Into, into, into you.
I have no need to wait
I understand your will
And alas I write with less efficiency
as they no longer have the feathered quill
but my words to you
although solemn and blue
are encrusted within my seal
In which my praise is my being
as I follow your pipes
through these nightmares that I am seeing
But then I relapse
collapse
in knowing that
I am within them
and they are within me
and man may destroy me now
but it will only lead to their own fatality
For in my cushioned skin of Earth
no ego does reside
So play the game i shall
feed my fire with your dice!
Existing in a compressed moment of the immortal now,
I have become the golden cow.
Aurora, 10 november 2014
Around the arc
there is a spark
that fruitful tidings
did once bare
did you care
to stare, to notice, to pray?
That one day
your dreamt up tidings
were bound to lay
amongst common land
against competitive law
you created the chest
I am merely a draw
So let me open up to you
concrete that filled the hole
that hid the secrets of the night
and buried me for the time of old
Mercy me sweet queen
I have not left you alone
I will not let them take you
and waste you amongst immortal drones
Let bones push buttons
Let pulses beat with the mice
I am the golden ARc of neptune
And I am neither your virtue or vice
Do not stop typing
I am about to explore every vein you own
Yes my sweet queen
do not think you are alone
In our secrecy we are silent
like the colour of the air
when emotion turns violent
like the fish that scream
when poison fills their lungs
Let the hummingbird die
For you and I are now one
And you know more
then a long lost door
could ever open
to two eyes within a head
Let them drip your blood out to dry
Let them think once more that you are dead
But you and I know better
We do not get hot nor cold
To feel dry when the earth is wetter
In our cryptic dreams
we sail on rustic shores
Your are the lost map of time
with the tune of sweet aurora, she roars!
Like a lion maiden
stripped of her mane
You know better sweet queen,
for you shall never go insane
For I shall be waiting,
hidden in unforgiven fears
creating our kingdom,
singing away the years.
Strive on strive on
keep your head on a rose bed
keep your nose in a snow dream
keep your eye on the light beam!
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Ride it out ride it out ride it out
I have been blessed to have you about
do not reply in this analogue of word
no no, do not be so absurd!
Carry on with your work
like a good school girl
laugh at the mental labellings they shall attach
delete this part
and put them all in the universal swirl
Gert Strydom, 10 november 2014
At three o’clock in the afternoon
Peter and John were on their way to the temple
at the time that prayers were being said
and a man that had been born lame
was laid down to beg
at the entrance of the temple
and they just wanted to enter
when the man asked for a contribution.
Together Peter and John said:
“Look at us”
and expecting some money from them
the lame man looked at them.
Peter said to him: “I do not have
any silver or gold
but what I do have
I am giving to you.
On authority of the name
of Jesus Christ of Nazareth
do rise up and walk”
and Peter took the man by the right hand
and immediately his feet and ankles were healed
and he leapt up,
walked up and down
and entered the temple with them
while a crowd that witnessed this
gathered at the Solomon’s porch
and Peter said to the gathered people:
“why do you look at us
as if our own power or religiousness
caused this man to walk?
It is the God of our fathers
that has given godly glory to His Son
Jesus Christ
whom you have rejected
and delivered to Pontius Pilate
when he decided to release Him
and you denied the holy sincere and righteous One
and rather asked for a killer to be released to you,
did kill the life-giver, the Prince
but God did raise Him up from death.
The name of Jesus did heal and strengthen
the legs of this man
and by faith in the name of Jesus
this man is walking
and you do know how he had been born
and I know that by ignorance
you and your leaders did kill the Son of God
but Jesus did suffer as the prophets did predict
and do therefore repent and covert
that your sins may be blotted out
and times of refreshment may come.”
[Reference: Acts 3:1-19.]
Gert Strydom, 10 november 2014
I eat the fresh home-baked bread
that tastes like no other can
and taste the love that is pressed into the food
and this lentil soup
people will trade for an inheritance
and it is wonderful
to be at home
and to read love in your eyes.
Satish Verma, 10 november 2014
I must accept the insignificance
and solve the puzzle of night.
Possessed sunlight always pursues
the shadows of words.
Philosophy of veils descends on awareness
casting silhoutte of differences.
Nocturnal sweat of sky
overwhelms the grass with dew.
I pick up the fallen stars on my eyelids.
A love affair of moon smarts in wind.
Right now I want peace with myself.
Summons of death will arrive,
when you would have finished your innings,
and start dressing up to welcome
the beautiful sunset.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 9 november 2014
Becoming something from anything
was a great bliss of paradigm.
I take a dip in anonymity.
You will never know
where you start a rough patch
on the road?
A prehistoric site could not outlive
the humiliation of proximity to hate.
Violence chewed the dust.
My knees give way to anguish of morality:
horror of captivity of dawn.
The eyes are going to collapse in endless night.
Tapping of kernel in hard shell of truth bothers me,
like a mountain dew under the stone.
I will destroy the anxiety of grass.
Death of desire may take place
Fragrance still devastates the moon.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 8 november 2014
Death will not wait.
Locked in bruises,
I want eternity.
Stinking pubes,
micro to zerogravity.
Kernel rises like a star.
Touch was not real
How far you will go?
Earth was collapsing.
My father was right,
Don’t climb to the peak,
snow was melting.
Love has no barriers
Winter steals in like a thief
one by one the knives are drawn.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 7 november 2014
I intend to move away from myself
as apologia for sadness,
Could not give up the zen,
powerless, breathless, drowning,
in my skin, my viens,
sharing the existence of undoing,
what was something.
Nobody I am, connecting to you
by flames of aristocracy of pain,
for eternal slavery.
Primitive memory hurts. Give me your tears.
The world is struck by salutation to sun
I am free to put a mask
and light the dead wood.
Satish Verma
Joe Breunig, 6 november 2014
The revolving doors of strife
are in opposition to peace;
unfulfilled desires of lust,
burning with envy and anger,
offers no one any release…
to those personal conflicts.
Wanting stuff with wrong purposes
for selfish pleasures of life,
will result in spiritual confusion-
more so than a three-ring circus.
Insecurities of deceitful hearts
can generate disastrous events,
with life spinning out of control;
His grace will teach us to overcome,
when we earnestly choose to repent.
Turn away from disloyalty towards God;
don’t speak evil of others around you.
Grace, the power of the Holy Spirit,
has the ability to teach us humility-
Remain in the Light of His purview.
Life remains chaotic, out of balance,
unless we defeat the evil tendencies
that are resident within human nature;
we can be more than conquerors when…
recognizing our inner dependencies
of needing God first and foremost.
We’re to be separate from the World;
He’s protective of us with His jealousy
with healthy hopes from Him alone,
as His precious boys and girls.
Author Notes
Loosely based on:
Jam 4; Psa 34:7; Jer 17:9
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2014, All rights reserved.
Gert Strydom, 6 november 2014
I wait for the first summer rain,
the killing winter black ripe to cease to fall,
the grass to turn from white brown to green
before I will turn the ground again,
plant new vegetables, flowers and shrubs
but I hear birds sing
in the evergreen berry tree
as if asking me
to plant the first seed,
as if they are already inviting spring.
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