Bunny Crunch, 25 july 2014
Weak and wasted there I stood
Walking along the darkened path
Having no compass to light my way
Not even common sense
So young I was, and yet, so bright
For a stranger I met in the night
So strong you looked, so tall you stood
Waiting there for me
Bloodhounds scream
And sirens roar
But as always you
Are back for more
You smiled at me, and what I saw
Was fire there, not light
And because I was still just a boy
You played me like a toy
You were my hero
The very one to save me
From this path
The very one to swallow me
Along this swallowed ground
You took my hand and led me
Down the path of death
The death of sight and sound and scream
The poison in my veins
It's okay, you whisper
Softly as you slither next to me
Follow me and I'll show you
What life can truly be
But a ray of moon shone down on you
Showing me the truth
This Devil man you truly are
Despite my ignorance, I saw it now
The fire of you, the darkness
Cruelty beyond belief
Father of the night
And being myself a child of day,
That night I ran far away
When run I could no longer
I fell to my knees and cried
I watched my hero disappear
Into a cloud of light
I couldn't believe the way I felt
So heartbroken, so soon
Drowning in a black river
While searching for a lost and broken hope
I felt as though I was laid to rest
On a bed of broken glass
Each shard a memory of my hero lost
Reminding me I couldn't save myself
Just my luck I'd been to hell
Lured by a facade
And once in this land of terror
Betrayed by my own father
On my knees I did remain
I hurt, I screamed, I sobbed
Then a small star came to be
The awakening of me
Deeper into darkness did I fall
Until from the woods I heard a voiceless call
Drowning in the pitch black night
Of this hell so called my life
With the energy I hadn't gained
I rose and ran to it
A sweet new baby born this night
By the moon, my guiding light
I took him in my tiny arms
His shield from the dark
A tiny tear fell from his cheek
Melting any fire left in me
Don't worry, I whispered below the storm
We never have yet signed a form
You and I won't still stay here
This stranger you won't have to fear
I drew a cup of water
And we both took a sip
Our secret lighted promise there
That freed us of his grip
Slowly we began to crawl away
Reaching for the light of day
Brighter as we left our world became
Our promise making us fair game
To freedom we did try to crawl
Into a shallow stream
So magical our world seemed,
So much like a dream
I watched the sunrise break the sky
And all hold you had ever over me
Every now and then we hear you
Yelling from your cave
Violent words and treacherous threats
Screaming gripping ropes and shallow cheers
But these evil acts you justify
For you love me to the core
And this is right, so you say,
For all's fair in love and war
A house divided cannot stand
And that's why I fell so hard
Though I never thought my daddy
Would be the one to push me
Off the cliff,
The cold and fatal cliff
The very one that our bond broke
And taught me how to fly
No longer do I fear another day
When you'll whip me with your tail
Or any other means
For if you try to kick the fire
You only end up getting burnt
We won't try to fight
Instead we'll walk away
We'll no longer fear our dad
Our executioner
This stranger
For fear is never meant to last,
You see
It only makes you braver
Joe Breunig, 25 july 2014
I’ve decided to not live in fear;
I can do all things through Christ,
Who, with His Word, strengthens me;
God loves this child- unconditionally!
I love different kinds of people
and enjoy helping them with my gifts.
I’ve decided to be difficult to offend;
quick to forgive, repent and befriend
others in the forming of relationships,
helps me in my solo pursuit of peace.
There’s no point to mindlessly hurry,
scurrying about with needless worry,
when I trust God and His principles.
His redemption of me and saving power
teaches me about forming new habits
for Life “without calling it quits”.
When I choose to think on purpose,
meditate on The Word and pray to God,
I can transform my ordinary life
when sharing it with my blessed Christ.
God is ready and willing to bless me
and I’m always willing to take it;
now what about friends, family and you?
Can you really choose to believe it too?
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Phil 4:13; John 13:34-35; Matt 6:31-34;
Prov 3:3; Josh 1:8; 2 Cor 10:4-5;
Jam 1:2-3; Luke 7:23; 1 Pet 3:11;
Psa 1:1-2, 23:1, 27:4-6, 35:27
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2014, All rights reserved.
Gert Strydom, 25 july 2014
Lord, now in the last years of my life
I smell the fragrance of the blooming spring flowers
and as promised You have let my eyes fall
on Your blessed Son
and I have witnessed the child
that You have brought into this old cruel world
to be a salvation to all of mankind
and I have now found peace
as I am witness of Your eternal love
that You now walk among men.
Gert Strydom, 25 july 2014
I
When I was out and about
on the farm one day
tending the chickens,
mending a door
I heard a jolly tune being played
and maybe I was daydreaming
but I believe I had an apparition
of a noble man playing a harp.
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I heard him sing
of the Guardian of heaven
playing on a string
in a merry tune to liven me up,
about the power of the Creator
who in wonder made angelic beings
greater than the fallen prosecutor
and the God that created man and all things
made the blue hued sky
the earth as man’s dwelling
even you and I
and the sun that’s rising
and his words were sweet and sincere
came into my heart precise and clear.
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and then smiling at me lowering the harp
he said: “write lad,
write about anything
and let your words sing
about the sun’s rising
and about the beauty of spring.
Just write anything.”
Satish Verma, 25 july 2014
Have-beens went into fury.
Like silkworms, after the shock
spinning the myths around them.
Then the gossip will turn towards
the words, locked in extra
sensory awakening.
The gametes move in a chasm,
needling the pastoral scorn.
From the barrel of a gun flows the religion.
Spreading the thighs and baking
the sweet croissants. Will the honey
heal the wounds?
Of centuries? Moon god to moon god
under the swaying palms
man still cannot bring the house in order.
Satish Verma
Azhar alam, 25 july 2014
Likh diya hai naam mere naam ki tarah
Kar gaya ye kaam bhi har kaam ki tarah
Main bhi kaatib tha ek zamaane ka adeeb
Tohfe me de gaya kalam aan baan ki tarah
Usne chhed di mujhe ghazlon ki waar se
Takraata raha har waar daro deewar se
Likh deta shahro saaj ek shaam ki tarah
Tha dil me pukhtagi mere imaan ki tarah
Nafrat nahi tha mujhko kabhi us daur me
Ye sila mila hai chahat me jaam ki tarah
Keemti waqt dekar kharide the kuchh khawab
Bik gaya har khawab saajo samaan ki tarah
Gert Strydom, 24 july 2014
Naboth did not want to sell
or trade his vineyard
to king Ahab as he believed
that the Lord had forbid
him to sell his inheritance,
but that vineyard was near
to the palace of Ahab,
who sulked and was angry about it,
where he was laying on his bed
and refusing to eat.
He told his wife Jezebel,
a princess from Tyre, about it
(and she worshipped Baal),
told him to cheer up
and that she would get him the vineyard.
Then she wrote letters in his name,
placing his seal on them
to the elders and nobles
where Naboth lived
ordering them to proclaim a festival
and at the feast
to let Naboth sit between two scoundrels
and let them testify falsely
that he had cursed both God
and the King
and then to stone Naboth to death.
As soon as Jezebel heard
that Naboth was dead
she told Ahab
to take the vineyard into possession
but God spoke to
Elijah the Tishbite to tell Ahab:
“Have you not murdered a man
to take his property?
Here where dogs have licked up Naboth’s blood,
dogs will lick up yours!”
So Ahab said:
”You, my enemy have found me!”
“You have done evil and even your descendants
will be cut off,
every last male of them
slave or free man.
Dogs will devour your wife, Jezebel,
will eat your children dying in the city,
and in the country the birds of prey
will feed on them,” Elijah replied
but then Ahab fasted wearing sackcloth,
humbled himself before God
and he was spared for some time.
In a battle against the king of Aram
Ahab fought in disguise
along with Jehoshaphat king of Juda
and the enemy chariot commanders
were ordered to only fight
against the king of Israel
and when they attacked
the king of Juda,
Johoshapahat cried out
and they saw that he was not
the king of Israel
and broke off their attack,
but one of them
draw his bow at random
hitting Ahab between sections
of his armour and he bled to death
and was buried in Samaria
but while men washed his blood
from his wagon
at a pool where the prostitutes bathed
and were cleaning their weapons
dogs licked up his blood.
Later the prophet Elisha
send a man
from the company of prophets
to Ramoth Gilead
where he took Jehu
a commander of the army
into a inner room,
poured a flask of oil out over his head
and did declare:
“This is what God says:
I anoint you
as king over Israel
and you are to destroy
the house of Ahab your master”
and the young prophet then opened the door
and ran away.
When Jehu came out
one his fellow officers
asked if every thing was well
and why the madman did come to him?
Jehu told them that he was anointed
as king over Israel
and in a hurry they spread
their cloaks on the bare steps
in front of him,
blew on the horn shouting:
“Jehu is king!”
Jehu said: “If this is how you feel,
let no one slip out of this city
and tell Joram,
and Jehu got into his chariot
and did ride all the way to Jezreel
with his troops following him
but the lookout at the tower of Jezreel
saw them approaching
and king Joram ordered a horseman
to go and meet them
and to ask if they come in peace?
The horseman rode out
and Jehu asked him:
“What do you have to do with peace,”
ordered him to fall in behind
and when the lookout reported
that the messenger did not come back
another messenger was send
and did not return either.
The lookout reported that the driving
of the front wagon is like that of Jehu
who drives like a madman
and Joram (the king of Israel)
and Ahaziah (the king of Juda)
had their chariots hitched up
and drove out to meet Jehu.
They met Jehu at the plot of land
that belonged to Naboth
and Joram asked Jehu
if he was coming in peace?
Jehu replied: “How can there be peace
as long as the witchcraft and idolatry
of your mother Jezebel abounds?”
Turning his wagon around Joram
tried to escape, while shouting at Ahaziah
that they had been betrayed
but Jehu did draw his bow to its full strength
and his arrow pierced Joram’s heart
and he slumped down in his chariot
and Jehu ordered his chariot officer Bidkar
to throw the body of Joram
in the field belonging to Naboth.
Ahaziah saw what happened
and fled with the road to Beth Haggan
and Jehu drove his chariot
with speed after him shouting:
“Kill him too!”
Near Ibleam they wounded him in his chariot,
but he escaped
to Megiddo where he died
and Jehu went back to Jezreel
and Jezebel painted her eyes,
arranged her hair
and was looking out of the window
as he was driving in.
She shouted to him:
“Are you here in peace,
is Zimri well,
murderer of your master?”
Then Jehu looked up at the window shouting:
“Who is on my side? Who?”
Two or maybe three
male servants looked down at him.
“Throw her down!” Jehu ordered
and they threw her down
and some of her blood
splattered on the wall
and on to the horses
that trampled her.
Jehu went into the palace to eat and drink
and then remembering Jezebel and said:
“Take care of that cursed woman
and bury her as she is a king’s daughter,”
but when they went to her
only her skull, feet and hands were left
as the dogs had devoured her flesh
and no one was able to say:
“This is Jezebel.”
Gert Strydom, 24 july 2014
Maybe there is a deep secret
of how people really do find happiness
or maybe meaning blows away like leaves in the wind
with how life really is
but still everything does bare a deeper meaning
when you bind yourself to someone else.
Maybe there is a deep secret
of how people really do find happiness
in emotions of love and sympathy
and hope is as the trust of a child,
even when destiny is about to devour everything.
Maybe there is a deep secret
of how people really do find happiness.
Gert Strydom, 24 july 2014
During the night I am travelling to you,
to fold you in my arms
when the sun is rising
and to embrace you tightly,
to trust you with my secrets
that I cherish deep in my heart
and to take you to places
that is still strange to you,
to where real intimacy,
love and tranquillity are found.
Satish Verma, 24 july 2014
Famelocked,
sometimes he was talking to flowers,
asking their names.
In the house
that never sleeps,
infidelity brings the charm.
Intense gravity
excoriates the crotch.
A supernova is born.
Worlds apart,
I am there,
where you were not.
A burnt-out wall and broken window
were left to tell the tale,
but door was still there shut.
Satish Verma
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