Satish Verma, 16 february 2013
in lunatic scape of
fringed labellum
the creeping malignancy was advancing.
i missed a rendezvous with moon
when you had brought a blue kiss
from abducted lips;
again I become a sisypus
lifting the rock off your comets
of round tangerines.
something was missing from our parched
lilies, this teaching was hurting, in our maniac depression
tampering with our melting,
the body had left the golden leash,
the first liberation from nagging pain of verbs
the noun moved farther than silent classics
shadows in between
the fatalities
Satish Verma
steven cooke, 15 february 2013
(An interview with a vampire)
A grain of sand was once my rock
this rock was once my life
and life was but a story,
lost in the nurseries of time.
The shadows you see
cannot be trusted,
the sun bleeds red in shame
fleeing to another realm,
for it is time for me to reign.
I who have seen
the doors of time close
on ambitions of kings
and paupers dreams.
Decay and deceit
all pay homage to me,
behind this curtain of immortality.
Immortality that sweetly came
under the shadow of justice gallows.
Exiled out of reach of Christ,
my saviour an angel of the night.
Her kiss of darkness
my redemption from life.
Life is now a memory
no fear upon my lips.
Only light can bar my way
for darkness is where I play.
To fly in freedom
on ancient winds
I watch the living go by.
For thirst is mine
and beauty is wine
my sip will find a love.
The sharpness of soured grapes
will ripen the darkness,
my kiss will quench the soul
for my heart does not beat for life.
And love will be
an image of God
that mirrors cannot find.
I will be the valentine
concubines my queen
and together we will lurk
amongst this vineyard of blood
salivating on what we see.
Humanity will soon be ripe
fermenting in their illusions of life,
your shadows are destined for me.
Room temperature and decanted right
for tonight I have a gracious bite.
Death will come in empty glass
for sleep will find no blood.
Your existence will not be wasted
for the night now owns your soul.
The stars will be you’re only light
and another victim will die this night.
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 15 february 2013
She told him that she loved him; more than once
His heart was opened wide to recieve her
She asked him if he was ready for her alabaster skin upon him
His heart raced with excitement
Too many times she played with his emotions like a cat with a string
Now he is in a bad state of affairs and cannot remove himself from her
People play with emotions like a game, it is sad to see and worse to be
One of them; It takes time to recover ; like breaking your back
Only the cast does not come off ever
And the mask remains
Inside of you; I feel it daily..........
I have been there and the map does not end, all roads lead to nowhere
Judge your loves wisely and make friends wiser as hurt is everywhere
For you are the seeker of your own destiny
maryam muhammad, 15 february 2013
How I wish I could fill the sun every time I wake up,
And the brush of his skin when I walk by,
It would be nice not having to worry about being lonely or waiting for the right man to hold me through the day and night,
Oh how I long for the fill of his heart beat when we hug and to see his smile in the morning after waking up,
He makes me feel so special with those constant I love you bear hugs,
I guess I’m in love well I would be if I wasn’t in love with the thought of being in love.
David de la Croes, 15 february 2013
When the melody of your life
first resonated through my soul
it harmonised with the tones
which make my life so rich and whole
and when the lyrics reached my ears
which sang of joy, and even pain
it caused me to laugh, so smile, to cry
for my song has a similar refrain.
While your music in my ears persist
I am so thankful that you exist!
David de la Croes, 15 february 2013
May peace and joy in your life abound
and that which is lost, again be found
may your feet stand firm on solid ground
and God's kind love you each day surround.
May all the dimensions of God's grace
reveal itself in every place
and allow a smile each day to trace
the inner joy of a happy face.
David de la Croes, 15 february 2013
The lasting joy which love does bring
fill your life, so that it may sing
with gladness each and every day
as you go forth to find your way
amidst chaotic passages of time
to find that all which is sublime
is already in your possession
for the most lasting impression
one can make is to share the gift
of a life unselfishly lived.
Alicja Kuberska, 15 february 2013
Do not burn the candles
For me, my darling.
Do not call me.
I am the night butterfly.
I will fly to you,
Lured by warm and flames.
My wings will burn
And I stay forever
With you and your words
Gert Strydom, 15 february 2013
The time has rushed by, love,
but still bliss remains as if not touched by time,
as if there is more magic to each kiss
even when days have turned to months and years.
Gert Strydom, 15 february 2013
The time has rushed by, love,
the days are different from what they had been,
as if all great things our eyes have seen
as no greater feelings to each other we can prove.
The time has rushed by, love,
outside the winter is gone, everything is green,
while in our hearts our love grows unseen
as if nothing can it quench or remove.
Every day have got the capacity of great happiness
as if in it there is something great, something deeper still,
that just waits to come true
as if you are part of me, part of my consciousness
as if daily somehow we will
stick to each other with a bond much stronger than glue.
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