jefte roman, 28 february 2013
The day i promised you is only ten hours away, Daddy's going to take his final step to be sent away, Daddy finished signing his life, To defend his country with all his might, And as he has to leave mommy, my wifeDaddy's going to show the world you were worth the fight, I gave my life to the only one who mattered, The one who took my heart only to shatter, Daddy let the world chew him alive, But daddy's back and never better, Using you to work harder and thrive, Although there are times my eyes get wetter, With the thought of you not here only to makes me sadder, I dry my tears knowing your watching daddy with pride, As you watch daddy on the stair way up the ladder, Till the day mommy and daddy lay by your side.The day i promised you is only ten hours away, And yet you never left my mind not a second or a day.
jefte roman, 28 february 2013
I's
I, who stand tall yet tremble to the thought of acceptance
I, who strives for life, love, future stability fall short to the out comings of my past
I, who reach from the deepest creaks of my soul to save others yet cant save myself
I, who was bullied, taunted, teased from grades 1 through 12 turn the other cheek as it says in the bible leaving me with invisible cuts and bruises all over my face
I, who wants to create life always fall short to the out come of gods gift only to leave the shattered remains of my life for me to tape one peace at a time
I, who stand for whats right, pure, true in this world at least whats left of it after society takes its demonic blade and cut those weaker then it creating its label system of battle scars across there backs
I, who want nothing but prosperity only to seek the refuge of life's harshest turmoil only to fall deeper and deeper into the pits of oppression
But, as i becomes to we and we becomes to us the darkness begins to subside
The I's no longer alone in the world no longer facing despair by himself no longer grieve over his past yet creating a new cycle of I's
like I who was scared of acceptance of the worlds judgement of love only to feel free of judgement of those who seek to pursue my every lasting torment
Like i who was to scared to express my emotions fearing the ridicule of non masculinity behavior to be taunted by those who set the bar of being men yet with US i feel no pressure no sin only bliss
Like I who believed that those three words never exist in this hormonal filtered society of judgmental parasites who believe i love you is a golden ticket to nirvana only to see Us as a slap to the face to awaken my heart from its dormant sleep
Like i who searched for my other half fearing life's roller coaster of heart ace one hill after another to finally finding Us who made my roller coaster stop in the docking station of love
Gert Strydom, 28 february 2013
I. The poet
The restless soul
who wanders along with words,
trying to find meaning,
in simple things, complicated things,
who tries to change the world in vain
and shares other people’s pain
and like a mad man,
waits and remain waiting on the gods
to hear their thoughts as his own.
II. The poem
Words on a paper, sometimes written
in innocence, that expresses feelings, meanings
or just describe
the world through the eyes of mad men,
or telling you how to comprehend them.
Gert Strydom, 28 february 2013
I reproach you that you drive me to war
that you set the lives of thousands of soldiers
into havoc and danger
that you regard passion higher than love,
higher than each life in Troy,
that your beauty burns with a noble fire
which devours everything,
that you draw it like a weapon
and do not regard
the calamity, destruction and misery
which your deeds bring.
Gert Strydom, 28 february 2013
I have tried to find a solution
for the sum
of my existence,
tried to find the reasons why
I am here,
have tried to find answers
for the impediments that life brings,
for the shattering that destiny
sometimes holds
and the only conclusion
is the need for somebody
to share life with.
Satish Verma, 28 february 2013
Eating fire, but entangled
in the cobwebs,
of becoming or not becoming
a child again;
in the hollow of a maimed body
looking beyond the opaque
hirsutism
of lies.
Path leads to inward lake
where I will meet you
on the white beach.
And snap the waves.
Let the winds blow now
in reeds,
between cracked heels.
Satish Verma
patty turner, 27 february 2013
with winter comes the birds leave,
the colors disappear.
everything looks gray,
with snow comes silents.
you stand in the cold,
the warmth slowly goes away.
the snow gets colder in the darkness.
then you hear it...
a howl of a dog in pain,
you listen to his sad song.
of loneliness.
Anthony DiMichele, 27 february 2013
I joined the cult of the self
anxiously
not completely willingly
but I was born empty
and nothing could fill me easily
not without a tacit acknowledgement
fettered to a vengeance
a charismatic speaker
who demands a democratic process
I never wrote it in stone
but left my footprints
hardening slowly
all over
that wet cement
Anthony DiMichele, 27 february 2013
murder incorporated
presents
America
the beautiful
crime against humanity
and
after all is said
and done
it is just a word
a proper noun
posing as a verb
in memory
Gert Strydom, 27 february 2013
From black clouds rain pours down
that brings life
or just as easily a twisting hurricane
which destroys and causes death
and the sea rolls in and out
with people playing on its beaches
or roars with crashing might
slamming ships on sandbanks or rocks
and from love
grace, tender care, passion and pleasure
company, friendship and loyalty comes
or hurt, some pain and hatred sprouts just as easily
and how do I become sure
about how you are really feeling?
I wish I could crawl into your head,
sneak into the depths of your soul,
to find the deepest part of your humanity
but that would not be necessary
while your eyes transmit your feelings,
your words are filled with new meanings
and an unquenchable need for me.
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