Blossom Sol, 16 march 2013
Just take from my empty carcass
what you need
those rhythmic rhymes
of secret animated thoughts
creeping through
the system
that you slave too
your greatest enemy is my bestest friend
to the end i'll see the beginining
the light is where
the angels are winning
in this game you're betraying
with your own ignorance
speak up to the salvation of your unmercififul sins
hypnotised by white light rings
spinning spinning
she has accepted the authority
she has accepted the will
its time to move onwards
she is nearly there
creeping into our intuition
to sit on our throne
her golden chair
on the second sun
the one you all once knew
grew like the tree of knowledge
that you eagerly search
just take it all
but there will always be another
and hidden will be the secret
no sister nor brother
no love no fate
no meaning to such crisply cut
rejuvenated
blessed dreams
no secrets
no secrets
no secrets
pontius pilates
never died.
but then again
he never tried.
LOVE IS THE WAVE TO ALWAYS RESIDE.
cauchy3, 16 march 2013
Elvis..
Music notes and part of the songs on tour by Elvis..’
Do I never hard to remember.
They set the fires by Roman candles.
This the ways of china army,.
Do I ever be in heaven?
China sins are sinful.
All are hells that are coming.
------------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3-----------
Insatiable Sohail, 16 march 2013
I always search my thoughts
Don’t speak beyond my knowledge
To find out my ultimate goal.
But why can’t I ?
Why I weep and walk
Through endless ways of thoughts ?
Why can’t I ?
Read my heart more accurately
Than anybody else encompassed me.
Am I a senseless or sightless sot ?
Why I’ve to pass ?
Intolerable inescapable night
That has no day .
Is it the reward of my uncontrollable faults
Or lack of patience ?
Why I always become influenced by others ?
And change my goal every now and then.
Why it happens to me again and again ?
Why I’m different from others ?
Why can't I be pleased with the things
That pleases others ?
Why I’m always obsessed
In a deep contemplative world ?
Why ? Why ? Why ?
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 16 march 2013
The clock of life is wound but once
No man has the power; To tell just when the hands will stop
Late or early hour
To lose one 's wealth is sad indeed
To lose one's health is more
To use one's soul is such a lost
That no man can restore
The present only is our own
To seek to do God's will;Tomorrow holds no promises-
For the Clock may then be still.
Ref: On the back of my Father's business card.
cauchy3, 16 march 2013
Threats…
Handle threats may set our forces.
Acts reacted may dare to all.
Rules that strike are evil causes.
Keep our Taiwan not to loss.
Tricks as wars are cruel games.
Wars are games are tyrants’ names.
Ways are games are peoples’ rants.
Throw your weights are heavy hands.
Length and width and depth are forces.
All arrays are army sources.
Arrant nonsense is tyrants’ words.
Playing laws are games that hurt.
Feel no truths are china bosses.
Bossy tyrants keep their dolls.
Pets and dolls are birds in cages.
China tyrants’ ills are ages.
Handle threats as whistles back.
China tyrants mad for facts.
Scapegoat cooked and peoples harm.
Loss or gains are something half.
-------------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3------------
Satish Verma, 16 march 2013
He returned empty hands.
Death was casually running around
on charred bodies.
Was lank poetry of a ruthless god.
The house was on fire after
selling its children. The days were becoming
longer than life.
Casus belli, whom do you want to name
the culprit, when everybody was fighting
on a new front? We talk of truth in small
tablets, in small moments.
The hills were burning, one after the other.
Barefoot walking, all mind, mother earth
don’t go to sleep.
Satish Verma
louis gander, 15 march 2013
FOR MANY YEARS they crowded me -
they grew so very tall...
but You, my Lord, had stunted me -
created me so small.
They pushed me off
and stole the sun,
and rose up to the sky...
but every year You held me down
and I had wondered why.
The winds and rain
blew very hard.
Beneath them I was crushed...
and You, my Lord, had gone away.
My blaring screams were hushed.
For many years this happened -
and they'd ignore my plea...
and You, my Lord, seemed not to care,
when they would laugh at me.---
So many years have passed since then -
a hundred years or so...
yet You, my Lord, answered my prayers,
and patience let me grow.
A million weeds had laughed at me -
yet long ago they passed...
and You, dear Lord, protected me,
just as my prayers had asked.
For many years Your little tree -
was pushed around by weed...
but oh, dear Lord, You strengthened me
and met my every need.
And now today, I tower high.
I'm seen for many miles -
but oh, dear Lord, You've taught me well.
You've humbled all my smiles.
©2009 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/
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Psalm 37:7 (NASB) Rest in the LORD and wait patiently for Him; Do not fret because of him who prospers in his way, Because of the man who carries out wicked schemes.
David de la Croes, 15 march 2013
May your day be clad
in bright chitenge,
and your ears filled
with the music of falling waters!
Lwa mitonda , kaizeli!
See us run with arms outstretched
like the wings of an airplane
because, if we could, we would fly to you;
see our encircling, turning legs
like those of sprinting cyclists
because, if we could, we would pedal to you;
see us hop, in a sitting posture
like that of a crazy taxi driver
because, if we could, we would race to you.
But we would rather have you here with us
Africa ya kutonda, kaizeli!
Ku tezi batu - we are waiting for you
Utwa, ba andamisa - come dance with us.
While distance separates you from us
we talk about you, smile, and say:
Mutu yo munde ki ya na ni sikoka kwa batu;
and we want you to remember always:
Ku sebeleza Mulimu, ki makalelo a butali.
Be blessed, dear sister!
We wish you peace, we wish you joy
and above all, we wish you love.
Insatiable Sohail, 15 march 2013
Claim you a man ?
Not touched by others’ pain
It is all falsehood ;
All emptiness.
To satisfy unspeakable desires
The obscurity of the heart
Satiating dark passion
Seems lustrous to you.
Is it your pride ?
Alienated from sole identity
Lost in the shadow
Under the evil eye.
Lean on worldly wealth
Only to keep and comfort you.
It is all falsehood ;
All emptiness.
Is it your conscience ?
Lost in the madness
Of this lousy world.
Being the worst sinner
Lost in abyss of darkness
Violating the sanctity
Of holy heart.
It is all emptiness.
Gert Strydom, 15 march 2013
On the plain a old lion searches
the world with his eyes and nose
before it stretch with nails spread out,
roars with thunder echoing over the cliffs,
causing the gazelle to tear away wildly
asking younger lions to come and fight,
while some cubs drink from their mother.
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