Gert Strydom, 21 june 2013
I could not guess
that you could bring reality to my dreams
that you would bring happiness to each new day
and on my established life a earthquake
that would move my humanity, would shift my mind,
that you would become such a part of me,
would fit so perfectly into my life
that I would find something more in your love.
Gert Strydom, 21 june 2013
Without you my life is empty,
without you I loose the capacity to trust
that life can become better
and without you I live alone in a world full of darkness.
When your are with me, every day has got meaning
and then I become aware of the first spring flowers
and it’s as if everything gets new light
and then I do know what real joy is.
Salvatore Ala, 20 june 2013
Saw Grace Hospital operated on yesterday,
Walls and windows of a surgical procedure,
All lines and tubes, bent steal and remains,
Like a building you see in war documentaries,
Except this one bombed by fiscal management,
Recovery a financial risk, uselessness quarantined,
Without brain function, like municipal government.
And since the hospital has been sick
The neighborhood has open sores
Like someone amputated the streets
Giving nowhere to heal those with nowhere to go.
The hospital’s been sick so long
The sick have grown well and then sick again.
Those who died here exist in a state of grace.
Everyone born here is born again in other ruins.
Of all the beings we see expire in our lives
Nothing is like seeing a building stop breathing,
That’s a Code Blue to which no one responds
Except demolition crews and trucks, and they’re too late.
Gert Strydom, 20 june 2013
If we could bend the hour-work back
could make events, deeds and words undone
then this could perhaps have been a better world
and everything would have been timeless and reversible
and heartache and pain would have been able to be bended right
and it would have been possible to create a heaven on earth
but we are caught to the thing
that makes everything older,
that bends our lives
to be trivial and but mortal.
Gert Strydom, 20 june 2013
Constantly the hour work ticks on slowly
and we are caught in the mechanics of time
and even mere moments we cannot bring to a halt
and it’s as if everything hangs in the balance of destiny
and even when we do regret the deeds and words of yesterday
today and its hours and seconds still run on,
and we do find new meaning
in the moments that constantly do appear
but there is One that exists beyond the limitations of time and space
and He folds His omnipotent hands over the whole universe
and where everyone of us become but a mere speck of dust
His love continually is poured out
in provisions and stipulations right through the universe
and even with us in the soft falling rain.
Satish Verma, 20 june 2013
between unequals
to and fro
beastly joy of horror
you want to press the trigger,
timebomb, your laughter,
and sneaky mind
restless syndrome of legs
you cannot stand on tiptoes
to review the fall
from the clouds
the moon overshot
the endless night
sun rises gently
on the window
Satish Verma
Devon McElveen, 20 june 2013
A sea full of glass
The ground covered in metal
Brown rust in the air
Devon McElveen, 20 june 2013
Why do I enjoy this feeling?
Is that really a question?
Do you see the anguish that they have caused?
Do you see the strife?
The terror in their eyes?
The corruption that runs rampant?
Why do they cause war?
What do they fight for?
Is it their morals?
What morals?
Aren’t morals nothing but words thrown away near death?
Why do I live in the dark?
Aren’t the lights so blinding?
Don’t they shed light on our inner truths?
No matter how gruesome or terrifying?
Do you not like the dark?
Doesn’t it rid us of pointless thoughts?
Do you not feel serene here?
Do you not find salvation here?
Aloneness. Is it not a wondrous thing?
Devon McElveen, 20 june 2013
There lies two roads before me,
One right, one left.
They seem to call to me
With every little step.
This is proving to be a conflict
Quite difficult to decide.
I’m having problems finding
Which one with which I should side.
What lies ahead on the right
Is a life of immense fame.
While the one on the left
Shows pride all the same.
But the problems that hide in each road
Are yet to be seen.
So I walk in the tall grass
That lies in between.
Devon McElveen, 20 june 2013
I used to think sleep was a way to escape.
A way to live happily, a way to find ambition.
But these images we conceive are merely fake
Once we break hold of this motionless position.
Within this, reality is but an illusion.
Though we believe this not to be true.
And to understand this may bring about confusion
But doing so we can begin anew.
To lie asleep, we can never live our lives.
Asleep, we have lied too long.
It is time that we open our eyes
So that again, we may move along.
Rise. We may never be given another chance
To be able to build, discover and advance.
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