Anthony DiMichele, 16 october 2013
scientists who deny the utter destructiveness
of their methods and outcomes
the actual historical results of their work
their compliance with and submission to corporations
that control research with unsustainable aims
these scientists who cannot account for our origins
or consciousness
are also those who claim life is inherently meaningless
and that life began out of nothingness
rather than simply admitting their ignorance
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Anthony DiMichele, 16 october 2013
my dreams scare me
I am an absence in them
a feeling hard to shake off
after waking up
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Gert Strydom, 16 october 2013
You are well-known to the tips of my fingers
and in the evenings when I lie right against you,
when the moon whispers secret things to the night
the being together becomes a great adventure
and then I am shaking.
When blood rushes through my veins,
your heart beat out love codes against my hand
then I notice the small things of you,
when your are at home in my arms
and against me all night long.
With the softness of your supple back,
the inter-twisting of leg over leg
we do lie together as one
and I feel the hot air
when your breath comes against my cheek,
when you are embracing me right through the night
and against me your skin is hot and soft
but somewhere at a time
we turn away from each other.
When words become bloodless
we do not even have to talk
when it’s raining outside in the dark street
as love has got its own meanings
and its own way of saying things
but when I do wake up
you are right against me
when it’s as if the whole day is only waiting
for the last magic of the night
and you smell like a spring garden full of new flowers
before the night disintegrates before the bright sun.
Gert Strydom, 16 october 2013
When words loose their meaning
and only flow on bloodlessly
then I cannot say how much I do love you.
When every touch does not anymore matter
then my hands,
my mouth and body becomes dumb
and are unable to tell you
that our love is something holy, intense
and also earthly.
Satish Verma, 16 october 2013
Was it sacrilege to reenter the bones of knuckles
thinking of your primrose, a backlash of twigs
in garden of homeless birds, a high-profile
sweep starting a mad rush of blue winds
in the confused landscape of life?
my hills are strewn with bones of eaten, half-cooked
lines of defence, the diplomacy not working to mimic
peace; dead words grip my truths; must you
kill the surgeon who has severed the wrist
of a thief.
I am falling unbidden on Pole Star, the terror
on the wings of flying swans, a child sits
on a chair with enormous head shaking involuntarily
and the cyclone breaking on the dumb noddings
of failing light.
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 15 october 2013
All the way from Cirene I did travel to Jerusalem
and next to a dusty road that leads to a hill
I did come upon Him,
when a Roman officer commanded me to bear His cross,
from the whipping from the cat He was dumbfounded
and for a moment I was dumbstruck,
as such a man I have never met before
and it was clear that He did not deserve this punishment,
that He was noble and a man of God
but just there I did decide to serve Him,
to put His cross upon my shoulders
and carried it to where soldiers were digging a hole.
All of my sins were suddenly in my mind
and I looked at Him and prayed
to God for forgiveness
but did receive forgiveness and love from Him
when He hanged that afternoon on a wooden cross,
when thunder, darkness and an earthquake did suddenly come
and in my own sinful humanity I was scared
when the Son of God died there,
when even the Romans were astonished
and did acknowledge that He was Godly
and the prince of darkness was defeated.
I was forgiven
for the sins of a whole life-time
and when He did die as the Messiah
I was trembling.
Gert Strydom, 15 october 2013
As a mere human You did come,
did leave Your Godliness behind,
walked through dusty roads
to heal the sick
and to bring comfort to those with pain,
to bring a unknown peace,
causing miracles against the laws of nature
through Your Father
with the Spirit of God descending upon You
to bring to the world of darkness
a bright white pure light.
You did speak about the real meaning of love,
did let love fall upon everyone like clear sweet rain,
while You did live totally sinless,
did bless everyone everywhere, even Your enemies,
but still You did become totally human
and I that tread around in my own thoughts,
in my own words and sinful deeds
can realise Your cruel death and love,
can in my imagination hear the cat whipping,
want to turn away with my own shyness
from You hanging on the cross
but I cannot
as I am caught by your sacrifice
and very scared
I beg for it to be different
as You do know the dark depths of my life
and of Your death I am also guilty
when You call out forgiveness over everyone
and die like only a man can
but there is no one else
that has such love.
Satish Verma, 15 october 2013
arriving to shun that wolf
on your blood's trail,
you comb through rubble,
tormented:
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glimpse of fear,
fixated at otherness of yellow sin,
threatened, panic white,
suicide note;
now you have come out from your tremors
stillborn, sine die
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with umbilical cord around your neck,
squeezing,
choking,
after shocks settling on interrogator:
I am running aground in deep waters
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and your body becomes a boat
of terror, disbelief, later a collaboration
with seeds and birds, this smelt side
of truths, I regret my art
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 14 october 2013
Last night I dreamed that my hand was in yours
and that you were clinging tightly to it,
that you have forsaken the turning-away-roads
and my nose and thoughts was full of you
but now its today
and I see the glistening shine of your laughter
while I wonder what this day is holding
and new moments full of hope and adventure is waiting.
Gert Strydom, 14 october 2013
Sometimes you do shake from passion
and your human core is known to me
when I want nothing to violate
a perfect moment.
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