Joe Breunig, 20 march 2014
Am I living from a place of
blind fear or abundant love?
What messages are coming through-
from the endless Kingdom above?
Daily I endeavor to live,
the life I have imagined;
will my dreams be realized?
Will my future be fashioned?
Is my faith more than
an illusional contrivance?
What am I doing wrong,
since I’m wanting guidance?
The infinity of my soul
continues to slowly unfold;
will the value of my being,
be weighed as purified gold?
Bridge
Am I afraid of failure or
the possibilities of success?
Can I overcome the fear
of not passing Life’s test?
Tapestries of my life are
based on choices I’ve made;
yet successes only occurred-
after taking time to pray.
Chorus
I desire quantum moments
that give meaning to me;
what else can I really do,
so I may now… clearly see?
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
On a Dr. Wayne Dyer program called: ‘I Can See Clearly Now’.
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2014, All rights reserved.
Greg, 20 march 2014
The solar eclipse is coming, young one
Write your story in a dirty little book
Tuck it away before the eye sees you
From the crescent halo of a forgotten night
Glimpse yourself to make yourself
And turn you into yourself
A bought off commodity for you to look at
That fractures in a cold night: candle light dance
Wax dripping, easing slowly to the table top
Cream fixated melancholy oozing across the floor
And the eyes that see you bring it into form
So you may be burned some more
Lonesome prodegy, all holy father
Command the graces of tormented souls
Gert Strydom, 20 march 2014
When to me you did come
of all my wishes this was the sum
and I wished for something more than just care,
wanted us both in love’s magic to partake
and your dear presence there was only for my sake
but in your presence I felt speechless and dumb
when to me you did come.
You did love me
with a woman’s sweet loyalty
but at the time I loved you more
and between us was a brilliant flame
a kind of feeling that love had much more in store
but at the time I did not know your name
and how unlikely it seemed to be
that you did love me.
Greg, 19 march 2014
A grasp!
Into the poetic blackness
That stirs children’s souls
And heads in the mixing pot
They’re melting!
And being turned to dust
Attacked by languor and pig-like repugnance
I am the pug that asserts itself
The dying butterfly that twists
To be placed in sorrow and to run from fear
Weeping in the corners
Of a dark and lonely day
I feel the keys upon my fingers
And consciously this is the only truth I know
And that I am watching
Oh great watcher you torment me
And thereby yourself
Turn the lush green grass
To fried okra sticks
And the birds that swing in the skies
To basil chicken wings
Together we will break
The will to live
Beyond life itself
Into the abyss we go
With faith
With love
A green boil grows beneath me
Suffering erupts from the transcendental flow
Obscene and obscure
If you look I will kill you
Because by look you form me
You teleological fuck!!!
You turn me to your standing reserve
You turn me to your whore
Don’t look
I am not your spectacle!
Death will come to the watcher
Death will come to me
And as death arrives on the doorsteps of the gaze
Interruption causes a constipated pattern
To emerge on the wake of heaven’s gate
Observe and you have made me obscene
Gaze and you have castrated the cow
Oblique upon the garden wall
A star gazes from heaven’s sun
To dance upon the window pain
That rains like fire from burning hell
To one day hold on to the open gate
And relinquish the files that propagate
Another lie and a fall from grace
Oh god come save my soul
I have no hope because I’m watching
I see myself and it brings me death
And thereby it brings me life
Or perhaps the other way around
Zofia Wingmaker, 19 march 2014
This town,
it's killing me.
It's freezing me
taking me down with it
taking my heart to hell
killing my brain cells
breaking my soul so
I can no longer leave
but I promised you
and I have to
and now my heart is warmer
my brain cells reproducing
my soul rebuilding
and I can fight
this town.
Zofia Wingmaker, 19 march 2014
I sat today,
with my friends,
with my --
I can't even say it,
It's too weird,
because everytime I say it
I'm betraying you
and me
and my heart
and I don't want
to do that
I don't want him
to be my --
when I still
want you.
Zofia Wingmaker, 19 march 2014
At nine last night,
I lay in bed,
waiting for my head,
to catch up with my body.
But as I lay there,
I thought of you,
and all the things,
we did.
Its different now,
me here,
you there,
2000 miles apart.
We haven't talked in weeks,
I no longer have your number.
I've checked in on you,
and they all say,
it doesn't matter,
he's moved on anyway.
But I don't believe them,
because I Love You,
and I know you love me too
Angel, 19 march 2014
Listen to the sound,Of a heart that's breaking down.Ever so slowly it's being destroyed,By all of those evil unlucky boys.Now listen to the sound of a broken heart,Slowly but surely being pulled apart.By all of those men who think they're so fly,But all the really do is make her cry.Listen to the sound of the girl that's breaking down,Torturing herself without a sound.She thinks she'd be better off dead,Because of the voices she hears in her head.Now listen to the sound of a girl who finally sees hope,Because she's finally found a man who can help her cope.She is no longer on her own,Because love is all this guy has shown.Listen to the sound a heart being fixed,Being put back together without being tricked.With him she's learned to truly smile,And their love will not last for just a while.Now listen to the sound of a girl who's alive,Finally happy without tears in her eyes.She's learned to love and she's learned to care,And she's learned that for her he'll always be there.
oluwatosin olabode, 19 march 2014
And so he waited
Into the night
Clinging to desires,
Hoping she would call his name
Its past bed time
But he's more awake
Than a cock crowing in
The awakening of the day
This love
Like never before
Burns with passion
With an affection unending
If only ma special would come
Its certainly then worth the wait,
If only ma special would come
In peace would I find ma calm
I miss you much
For every second without you
I wanna be with you even more
For evey second that can be made possible
I wish you were here.
Iloveyou ma one and only-
Gert Strydom, 19 march 2014
The cobalt, emerald and sapphire of the Southern sea
could turn moments in a day into eternity
as if no other day like this could ever be
when I loved you and you loved me
and on that beach we found tranquillity
while both the dogs were barking and running free.
The busy city laid shining in the distance far away
and we loved each other without a single word to say
while the breakers crashed on rocks and rolled out in the bay
and together on that sunny beach we did laugh, kiss and play
on a February God blessed radian day
and it felt if we would love each other come what may.
The wind swept in from the sea, died down and swept in again
and on that open day suddenly it started to rain
while glittering in the distance was the blue-green main
and in our hearts was joy and we did know no pain
as we looked in wonder at the hues that did the Pacific stain
and on that day the time did fly
when almost in a single moment the day passed us by
but at eight in the evening the sun was still high
burning with intensity in that Cape Town sky
and you were in love and so was I.
It was the best of days where we picnicked on the shore
and a day like this had not come before
when it felt as if that day could last forever more,
while I loved you true and you did me adore
and together the beach and each other we did explore.
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