Gert Strydom, 27 may 2014
My Lord, my friends, family and acquaintances
are not bad but they are only people
and even our best deeds and conversations
and sometimes our desires and wishes
brings separation with You
as if a kind of darkness hides in every human being
and sometimes it feels as if I do not really fit in
when people want to do things that they do know are wrong
but probably it had been like this when You did dwell upon the earth
and now I ask You to help me to stay constantly true.
Gert Strydom, 27 may 2014
When love comes into your life
then it’s something with an own kind of beauty
and love at times even brings peace to strive.
When love comes into your life
there is something great in having a wife
and you are astounded by her and do feel free
When love comes into your life
there are times of sadness and times when you are happy.
Gert Strydom, 27 may 2014
My Lord, there is something sad
that I want to bring to You
and its clear to me
that You do already know of it
and also about it’s extend.
At the theological seminaries of some universities
there are learned people
who want to find You
with pure logic and ancient research
and now there are some of them that do claim
that You did not rise from the grave.
In my simplicity I do wonder my God,
how people try to find you only in their books
and research
while You do stand outside of everything
and Your own words do determine
all things miraculously
outside the scope and limitation
of human science?
Sadly everything comes to an empty nothing
when there is no relationship with You
and the lives of people do end in nihilism.
Gert Strydom, 27 may 2014
The sun flees confused
but you are in my heart
and I am fulfilled this winter
while the winds are howling outside
and you do grow into me
while the clouds blot the sun out,
rain sieves down continually
and you do bless me with enthusiasm,
and of time I do not take any notice.
Satish Verma, 27 may 2014
Pseudoscrubbing was going on
the scripted drama, words apart.
The tears were denied to him
and the moon slowly made peace on the white
marble of a cult,
and the river had scored a victory.
He was very upset by the absence of
truth. Stupid god did not stand in the
witness box to testify the morality of
man. Genes were deciding the number
of queens. People were still worshipping
a pair of black Najas.
Neanderthal skull marks a step in the
evolution of art. The jaw bone still juts out
to define a mafia don. The slit eyes make
a good pottery class. White poison settles
in the breasts. An ovarian carcinoma
now spreads in bones.
My toes are burning. Cannot walk straight
I am not here. I am not there. I am not anywhere.
Satish Verma
Aurora, 26 may 2014
Common sounds,
the commoner common of sound.
Does sound know itself?
Or shall I readdress my silence,
For the words in my head
are filled with passion
that is easily mistaken for violence.
Organising the situation,
to get out of the jail that surrounds
like jonah in the whale
I shall never be found
For the only comfort
is the redemption that has already past
So when the hour has struck at the moons quarter phase, waxing,
that is when you must fast
Like speed in time,
can I tell you a more indepth rhyme?
Riddled with secrets
that only you can read
inside you is the only tree left
the most abundent god seed
Oh let them squawk with beaks that break
for they cannot kill you for meat
and still eat Cow steak.
Bless your beauty
radiant as the one
sun moon let them all swoon
over linguistic fallacies
in this false reality
For it was you that was the shepherd that lived with the sheep
so let them all weep!
Yes let them cry
at the hopless romantic idealism
that one day they might 'die'.
Aurora, 26 may 2014
This shall be proficiency at its highest,
So may I introduce myself to your highness
and lend my arm for you to hold
as I take you on your journey
to the moutain of gold
Alas sweet tears may fall
like cold floors they sting
yet relieve my ever envy
that I could not comprehend
your beauty that is neverending
Descending, descending
we embark on a trail so deep
may I feel your succelent lips against mine
To have your soul to finally keep?
Yes I have been waiting
and watching your illumionisty in awe
Why these humans cannot see what I see
Will be a fact about the race that will always allure
Oh treasures cannot be buried
as long as your face surrives
for the passion of the earth shows clearly
in the tears that pierce through your window eyes
Let none see through
that beautiful blue
but reflect all of it back -
reveal nothing that is within you
for you are the power and the glory
and not just another faded story
your name shall stay in grace
without a rememberance of a face
And what was once a fairytale
shall now become real
that is of course if I find you first
before some pirate is to steal
My princess of the nile
My queen of the stars
my wondering angel
That is associated with automatic cars
Oh how little they know!
What walks amongst their shores
A daughter of high esteem
that lives like the common whores
Yet love does not last
in a place of no duality
so let me take you where you belong
and you'll be forever happy in my reality
Come back to me
Gert Strydom, 26 may 2014
My Lord, You do know all of the masks that I wear for the world
and also all of the things that are hidden deep in my heart.
My deepest secrets are known to You
and even the things that I do not want to admit to myself.
Gert Strydom, 26 may 2014
While we walk around the church,
I tread on the lawn at the painted flint-glass windows
and see her calves with three doves as her company,
there is some gravel, in the distance a train whistles.
With a reaching hand Jesus hangs on a cross,
He is vituperated where blood flows down in a puddle.
She takes my hand while we walk all over the garden
and fear is seen, like it was at the time.
Still she holds onto my hand while bees turn around us,
branches swing in the wind and the sky is dull blue,
some drops of dew glistens and the lawn is cleanly cut
and her eyes shine while she holds onto my hand.
Gert Strydom, 26 may 2014
(after Jules Laforgue)
The rain is sifting down for days now,
how depressing, the rain is, lover.
On the sea there’s no ship to be seen,
only the grey sky and sea not even a bird.
At dusk no couples are passing,
only a car or two sprays water.
A girl with a big black dog passes
and they look cold and wet.
What a sorry sight while she sneezes
and both are shivering.
What is it with her? She is running
right into the ocean!
She drags her dog along,
flinging herself into the sea.
There’s no one to rescue her
or the drowning dog.
The lights all over the suburb
is flickering on in this cosy town.
How depressing, the rain is, lover.
The rain is sifting down for days now.
[Reference: Sundays by Jules Laforgue.]
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