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Renato N. Mascardo, 6 january 2015

life of quiet desperation

                                   gone by in time

               like a thieving nutmeg that spoils and spreads
                 the eldering crawls unentreatably in spurts
          the buon fresco of the past up in the ceiling of my mind
                    its plaster having brittled and flaked
                has let loose the painted fractals of what i was
                         down a swart and endless void

                 the tense pluriperfect no longer holds for me
                      even the simple past begins to go
     i hear the soundless brittle brattle of fragments of what had been
                    falling slowly and fast away

                          leaving the remnant of my self
                alone in the stark wilderness of my mind//

                                         renato
                               friday 02 january 2015

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Satish Verma, 5 january 2015

BURNS OF HATRED

You put up a price on all
the gifted items.
I was not ready to pay back in dreams.
Wanted to tell you
without telling.
Lips to lips we talk of a stillborn
space which does not crack.
Betraying the anger, words feel sick.

I was trying to decipher the moist
corners of eyes.
I will wait till sunset, when
I will call for the night and take off
my shadows and dropp petals
one by one and come out
in hot sun to receive the
burns of hatred.

It was not easy. Tulips were in full bloom
and my tracks were warm.
There were false shades
all around the garden.

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Gert Strydom, 4 january 2015

I tower almost to the clouds

I tower almost to the clouds
on the lookout to see you,
to be aware of your arrival

and at night I hang out bright lanterns
while I scout into the distance

are looking if I can see your star jumping
or somewhere can find a sign of your arrival
over the plains that lay far into the distance

and when you are far off at the horizon
then my heart is already flowering,

then great joy is present in the cathedral
of my eyes,
then the hall of welcome
is prepared for the banquet of our love

and as if I have consumed
too many bottles of champagne
you are already foaming in my veins
long before you are with me.

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Satish Verma, 4 january 2015

GENOCIDE

King of sex,
the third gender
or hermaphrodite,
half male, half female,
existing on margin,
beheads the creator
to propitiate the deity of destruction,
starts a genocide
to create a new model,
new world, sexless, moonless
sunless.

How could you remain normal
when you were being robbed of every myth,
every truth?
And you were walking under the guilty sky
unmindful of the pouncing, long legged tarentulas
to bite off your elements?
All of your tongue?
And the heat will give up the slaughtered spring
dried up in eternal shade?
Within the memory will lie the pain
of million years?

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Satish Verma, 3 january 2015

SHAME AND FEAR

Between the yellow moon
and black stones
pours the river of mourning
in maze of silent night.

At the top of the world –
blue eyes were buried live,
under the incense of palaces.
They stood, unmoved in the corridors of metal tracks.

Mowed down with concrete,
lights had gone from the windows.
Unlit walls returned the legends.
Dictators deferred the hanging -

Of truth. Decided to live in glass house
for sometime. Lilies were growing between the graves.
A green dagger was splitting open the wounds
of mirrors in shame and fear.

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Becky, 2 january 2015

Shadow Soulmate

Shall death follow thee
For it tis he
Who awaits amongst the mist
In the blackened abyss
For me to follow
His path of destruction
And undying love

I answer
His calling
With the voice
Of my soul
And follow him
Into the lake
Of fire
And world
Of darkness
Not caring
If it is my soul
He has stolen
For I can
No longer refuse
Or fight
Thy own
Destiny
For
I am the maiden
Who belongs to the beast

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Becky, 2 january 2015

My Heart

My brain is rotting
And my soul withered
Everything is meaningless
Except for you
You stitch my heart
And sow my wounds
Both physical and emotional
I can always count on you
To break all my falls
You dry my tears
And chase the storms away
Your my light
My everything
And I love you

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Becky, 2 january 2015

Call me Away

Call me away with the wind

And kiss my pain away

As the ashes pass into distant memoirs

Tell me you love me

And that every caress is not another curse

Promise me my love

You won't hurt me

This time around

Don't tell me no anymore

Or make my confidence drop

Just stop for a second

And hold me until the dew of dawn breaks

Over tormented trees

Promise me my love

That we are forever

Not everywhere

When the screaming and the cussing starts

All I need is a clean slate

And an empty page

So we can begin again

Before we find certain end

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Becky, 2 january 2015

Decaying Heart

Whispered lies
Tears of shame
A decaying heart to blame
Its foolish faith
Wrought its dire fate
To crack as stone
And forever bleed
Beyond ancient times
To suffer and seethe
Silent beat
No happiness in sight
A waste of life
No one cares
Of its despair
Locked away
In its own miserable hell
To dwell alone
Crying for the beast
That shattered it inside
Praying death
Will make its pain cease
But years march on
And in its cell
It rots away
Dying a little more
With each passing day

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Becky, 2 january 2015

The End

The end
Creeping near
Cockroaches crawl from every crevace of the world
Is it innocence in the end
When your children are destroying themselves
As the world crumbles away.
Do you see what I see
An empire wasting away
For the corruption it was wrought
It meets decay
And a war
Of blood and pain
Rise to claim
It
In its wake of misery
No one will survive
Only fire and brimstone will remain
For every good thing must die

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life of quiet desperation

BURNS OF HATRED

I tower almost to the clouds

GENOCIDE

SHAME AND FEAR

Shadow Soulmate

My Heart

Call me Away

Decaying Heart

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