Femi, 28 january 2013
The earth was violently shaking
And it threw out its hot burden
We went into a state of hysteria
All of us, running helter-skelter.
Entire family of friends and relatives
Is now particles of dust and ashes
Here is the very last of my wishes
To meet them again in that land of bliss.
Femi, 28 january 2013
What's wrong, my dear?
Shake off the blear
Release your fear
And come over here.
No need to stare
I'm going nowhere
Venus is in the air
Let's start the flare.
Lay your worries elsewhere
Hang your sadness over there
Let's wrestle in the palms of care
And let me have my fair share.
Gert Strydom, 28 january 2013
On the veranda the evening did suddenly come,
the twilight did turn to grey
before the stars broke out and filled the heaven
and slowly you fell asleep
while your eyes at times
like butterflies did flutter.
Your breath was hot against my cheek
while I carried you to the bedroom,
and just half-awake
in whispering words
you did further dream.
Gert Strydom, 28 january 2013
Outside the wind did blow
while the first blossoms of spring did appear
and I could swear
that there was a whispering,
a kind of message from you
and the stars glittered like your eyes
as if they like you
were looking at me in love.
Gert Strydom, 28 january 2013
While picking a rose
you are for moments astonished
in wonder over the colour,
the beauty and the soft fragrance
but a small thorn catches you,
leaves a small dot of blood at your wrist
and you cut off some more roses
that you do arrange
and push into a vase in the front room
and while you are caught thought-struck
you look lovely, you do look wonderful.
Satish Verma, 28 january 2013
Listening,
to inner voice,
peeling off the hurts,
hammered memories.
You dropp the answer
and throw back the question.
Something was totally amiss
Absence overtakes the presence.
The shadow was more frightening.
No movement,
A lull before a flash,
then explosion. The limbs will fly.
The ending of thought
or beginning of emptiness?
A green death starts thinking.
Satish Verma
E. de la Garza, 28 january 2013
Every eddy seeps into brokenness, wearing away the seams of morning
Pulling away the wear of night. Dreaming about hordes of twisted days
Penitent for a heart enslaved by desires burning the core, past senescent
Meanderings onto fetid cushions of corruption in backseats and coffin,
Hot ichor coursing in fetishes and groaning idols, searing away eyelids,
Splintering doors and burrowing into the Mother-- greedy children, still
Unable to pull away the labels scratching the mystery of consciousness
Welted with stripes and numbers-- heedless of dawn each one marches
Out of sync from every other toward a stunted horizon of meaningless
Privilege, borne like a tired story heard by patient listeners waiting until
Fresh ears have been bled of the unknowing, their innocence forgotten
Along with their inception before the light scoured the deadness off of
Darkness. Soon trickles provoke a gasp of wakefulness and futile flailing
Against the torrent of reminders, bobbing corpses of lost opportunities.
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 28 january 2013
He Haunts me.....I know he is watching
He Teases me.....I know he is waiting
It is a powerful connection but we have never met
I just want to say hello.........
Are we being overcautious because of our pasts?
We PRAY because we need to
I see him in my dreams.........
But only sometimes........
It plagues me to think that it may never come to be.......
Maybe it is just a fantasy
It is always with me.........
In my Head
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 28 january 2013
I put my pen to paper to talk about my trance
And then I hear the TV talk about an Avalanche
The snow was in the mountains way up high
So white and foamy it could almost touch the sky
The skiers were all skiing and it was a gorgeous alpine day
Then the TV said the whole thing went astray.........
The sheets of snow started sliding, it was a beautiful, terrible sight
Nature's wrath of winter; no one could stop with all their might
Not one but two slides of snow came to rest
No skiers were in view, the ski patrol was called to do it's best
They started making markers of where the skiiers might be
There might have been twenty or more
They found two by a tree
The troupe worked throughout the night and dug the glossy snow
The whole thing was such a fright-seven skiiers left to go
The only thing that they could do was say a long, long prayer
For all the skiiers to make it and be in their loving care
It seems as if the avalance had taken them away; but they were found
three hours later after everyone had prayed.....
Alex Perez, 27 january 2013
I CAN'T SLEEP AT NIGHT, IT'S NOT RIGHT THE WAY LIFE CAN DO YOU SOMETIMES; I TRY TO RELAX AND TAKE A BREATH, AND TELL MYSELF IT'S ALL FOR THE BEST…
NOW IT ALL SEEMS LIKE A DREAM…
… OR MAYBE MORE LIKE A NIGHTMARE; HOW MY LIFE TOOK A TURN FOR THE WORST; NOW I'M CURSED IT SEEMS, CAUSE JUST WHEN IT FINALLY LOOKED LIKE I WAS GETTING SOMEWHERE IN MY LIFE, ON MY PATH THINGS WERE WORKING FOR ME.
NOW IT ALL SEEMS LIKE A DREAM.
I WANT TO FIND IT AGAIN… A PLACE WHERE I CAN FIT IN,
WHERE EVERYONE AROUND ME ISN’T PLOTTING TO DO ME IN… OVER HATRED AND PAIN- ITS INSANE HOW THINGS TURNED OUT THAT WAY OVER GOING THRU SOME AWKWARD THINGS,
FIGHTING DEMONS TO MAINTAIN; SO THINGS AREN'T ALWAYS WHAT THEY SEEM,
FROM MAKING MONEY AND FULFILLING DREAMS; TO WALKING THE STREET LOST; LOOKING LIKE A FIEND,
NOW IT ALL SEEMS LIKE A DREAM.
I THOUGHT THERE COULD BE A COMPANION FOR ME… REALIZING NOW IT’S ALL ABOUT WHAT YOU HAVE, THE PULL, THE DOUBT, IT’S BUILDING ANGER IN ME. I SHOULDV'E CHANGED LONG AGO, WHEN I KNEW THAT MY HOUSE WAS NOT A HOME, INSTEAD OF LETTING GO; I’M GOING TO BUILD AND DO IT 10 FOLD.
FIRST I HAVE TO GET RID OF THE OLD, TIE UP THE LOOSE ENDS, SO I CAN MOVE ON AND BUILD, SO I CAN BELIEVE IN MYSELF, AND BRING MYSELF BACK TO HEALTH AND OBTAIN THE WEALTH, I TELL MYSELF… IT’S NOT AS BAD AS IT SEEMS,
BUT NOW IT ALL SEEMS LIKE A DREAM.
BUT NOW IT’S UP TO ME TO MAKE A DREAM A REALITY.
BECAUSE LIFE FOR ME AIN'T WHAT IT USED TO BE!
“IT JUST SEEMS LIKE A DREAM”.
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