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Satish Verma, 20 february 2014

THIS ODYSSEY

The wound peeks out
from the round eyes. No lashes,
brows. Singed face betrays the scars
of last century.
He was fighting with his fists only.

Iced lids throwing the flames;
god knows what was the pain of memories?
He did not reverse the wheels of woes;
did not bring back the stream
lost in the volcanic rocks.

Playing truant from black death
a frail hope kindles the small fish
to swim against the current,
ruts of repetitions and bores of endless
barrels shooting roadmaps.

Satish Verma

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Bob Gotti, 20 february 2014

Our Rock In Life

They say, life is what you make it, while Truth, one can forsake it,
By leaving The Lord God behind, within a world that is so unkind,
Living without God in your life, in a time filled with pain and strife,
In dismissing God’s Eternal Son, when trials in your life do come.

I do not know how they live life, without The Savior, Jesus Christ,
The One, in this world so unkind, Who, gives men peace of mind,
As trials in this life come to all; the rich and poor, great and small,
As no one knows about tomorrow, if it brings joy, pain, or sorrow.

This life is filled with uncertainty, with trials ahead for you and me,
From trials, no one is immune, for some, not later, but very soon,
But, sooner or later they will come, trials for all, not just for some,
Knowing not the time or place, as tribulation in life we all will face.

In who or what, do you stand, through trials that are now at hand?
With problems not here yesterday, filling up your life with dismay;
A stability in life you may have built, now is shifting sand and silt,
Filled with uncertainty day and night; while in a tunnel with no light.

That stable Rock is Jesus Christ, for stability in uncertainty of life,
The Rock in all trials we will face, providing us strength and grace,
All those who belong to The Lord, in a world where God’s ignored,
He’s more than salvation friend; He’s our rock in life at every bend.

(Copyright ©01/2014 Bob Gotti)

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Bob Gotti, 20 february 2014

Change To Come

Change we see around this world, won’t affect Truths we herald,
In God’s Eternal Holy Word, change by man, cannot be inferred,
But God’s Truth will alter the world, as end time Truth is unfurled,
The Eternal Truths in Revelation, will indeed change every nation.

God’s Restrainer will be lifted, from the earth as souls are sifted,
Separating men still on earth, from those who received new birth,
For those missing, all will search, but, will not find God’s Church,
As Christ raptures His Holy Bride, into earth’s clouds by His side.

Some hearts will begin to fear, as people seem to just disappear,
All, who knew and spoke for God, were no longer on earth’s sod;
Now darkness will fill this place, as God ended the Age of Grace,
And this world shall soon befall, the darkest Government over all.

All darkness will soon give way, to one who’ll subdue public fray,
Stepping onto this world’s stage, as all the world, he will engage,
Promising prosperity that will last, but, his darkness, he will cast,
Turning the world against Israel; prophecies of God, he will fulfill.

God will impose a final change, and the world won’t be the same,
As God destroys all wickedness, replacing it with Righteousness,
While saving Israel, His chosen nation, to fulfill God’s Revelation,
Setting up a Throne in Jerusalem, for the reign of Christ, His Son.

(Copyright ©05/2011 Bob Gotti)

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Bob Gotti, 20 february 2014

Abounding Grace

Calm and slow with God I am sure, through this trial I will endure,
As God is with me in this trial, He shall strengthen me, no denial,
Through hardship, whatever I face, God will supply ample Grace,
Grace that’s unlimited friend, all from my God, beginning to end.

Indeed, God’s Grace will abound, this while I face another round,
Another round while in this race, comforted by unyielding Grace,
God’s Grace provided from above, as He leads me, in His Love,
Through yet another trying day, providing comfort along the way.

With His Spirit He keeps me calm, knowing that I am in His Palm,
In God’s grip and there to stay, He helps me through day to day;
God helps me through every turn, as His Spirit helps me to learn,
To lean upon The Lord through all, that’s in any trial, big or small.

Through God’s Grace I find peace, when my trial does not cease,
When my trials are wearisome, the Peace of God’s sure to come,
Always calming to my weary soul, knowing that God is in control,
In every trial or circumstance, God’s Grace comes not by chance.

God’s Grace comes just in time, never by chance but His design,
Dispensed, right from His Throne, as The Lord cares for His own;
His Loving Grace I first received, the moment in Christ, I believed,
His presence shall leave me never, as God’s Love abides forever.

(Copyright ©05/2011 Bob Gotti)

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Bob Gotti, 20 february 2014

Small Minds

Small minds truly think alike, while, we have the mind of Christ,
For Christ has a Glorified mind, one which is of an eternal kind,
So all believers think far above, small minds, which I speak of,
Those believing there’s no God, and limited to this earthly sod.

We’re seated in heavenly realms; small minds, this overwhelms,
Seated in Heaven with Jesus Christ, Who’s given us eternal life,
A thought that is much too tall, for their thinking, which is small,
Small enough to dismiss Truth, that from God has all the proof.

All the proof man could need, to believe, but they will not heed,
Since they dismiss The Creator, they have no need for a Savior,
But, in due time they’ll find, they were mislead, by a small mind,
By the thinking much too small, to accept God, Who is over all.

We may be shallow in their eyes, however, in Christ we are wise,
With the mind of Christ our Savior, as we embraced our Creator,
The One Who created all we see, The Lord God over all Eternity,
Christ is Lord, over all, my friend, as all shall see come the end.

But the small minds can change, in the Power of Christ’s Name,
When they see they were blind, they too can have Christ’s mind,
By repenting to turn to God’s Son, the very Creator of everyone,
When God’s Truth they believe, the mind of Christ they’ll receive.

(Copyright ©05/2011 Bob Gotti)

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Bob Gotti, 20 february 2014

By His Hand

Be still to watch the Hand of the Lord, as our ways are not ignored,
By Jesus Christ, throned high above, any trial, which you speak of;
There is purpose in our trials friend, as many will see come the end,
When in Christ you take your stand, as He guides us with His Hand.

God’s Hand held up high, shall guide, all those who in Christ abide,
As Believers wait upon The Lord, His Grace, down on us is poured,
Filling us with peace, from up above, as God guides is in His Love,
With His Purpose above our ways, as Christ guides us all our days.

God has His Uplifted Hand, raised to guide us in ways He planned,
Planned before we were on earth, even well before our natural birth,
Friend, even when we lived in sin, well before, any thoughts of Him,
God’s Plan led us to Jesus Christ, to receive from Him Eternal Life.

God’s Hand indeed guides all of us, all who belong to Christ Jesus,
He Who redeemed us from the fall, daily guides and protects us all,
God guides us on a path of Grace, as we learn to seek Gods Face,
For God’s Will shall surely be done, as we’re led by Christ, His Son.

By His Hand, He will take us home, where we’ll gather at His Throne,
High above all the earthly clouds, gathered round Heavenly Crowds,
As we join God’s Heavenly Throng, we shall join in praise and song,
To our Lord God through eternity, for all He’s done, for you and me.

(Copyright ©05/2011 Bob Gotti)

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Greg, 19 february 2014

Hemorrhage

So the tables turn round and round
And a rhyme scheme begins to emerge
From the pits of desolate chaotic fear
Rampaging against
Against
Against….
…against…against
(Drifting to a hollow whisper)

The technology takes over
And implodes my attempt at making something sobering
To drag you down into the shit and the mud
That I revel in
I say that its my pain
But the game is all in my head

Swirling rushes of winds and hairy things
Running like the apostles against the horsemen
Of four opposing winds
Left dormant on the train tracks
To touch the little child
And never look back
Sneak attack
The ego that resides
In the meadows of poetized
Living, breathing butterflies
That have beauty so true
And appreciation so contrived
That I could find it dope sick
In the back alleys of a whore house in Japan
In the meddling pussies of the young girls
Who give their life into the hands
Of Western glory businessman
Who are rapists, but innocent all the same
I am condemning for the sake of easing
Some of my inner pain

Rush rush rush down the alley way street
To hear the beats
Of feet that tell stories
And the children come together
Holding hands in cold hands
The band erupts softly
To heed quiet the land
The sand that seeps softly
Between our tangled feet
Aghast at the shoreline
The whispering foresight
The languishing preparation
Of sad gypsy songs

Hear the cries to fall hollow
Bring light from beneath ground teeth

Sink the pail
Own the reliable serpent
To come up your leg into the sacred lick

Command Command Command
I am Afraid!!!

Relinquish the background hologram
And touch the penguin’s feet
Alone in the night
Speaking of fright
Lunging at light
To feel incomplete
Jack off the shadows that swallow your head
Rail the gears and break…
The rhymes are descending back into hell
Into chaos
And the meter breaks
CRACK

I want to write more
But I want to feel satisfied
And if I keep writing we will walk on forever
Like Da Vinci who could never smile inside
But to notice the gruesome frown that ripped at his soul
And in maniacle terror
And inward asceticism
Chased down the rabbit hole
To find nothing and no one
The sunstricken grief
Of a life incomplete

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Satish Verma, 19 february 2014

KISSING GODS

When we slept through our
naked loops, there was a silent call.
Moon was out walking on the street
peeping through the glass window,
the crossed legs.
Trees were meshed up in dark. Do you
know the impropriety of leaves, climbing
on each other? Dogs inbreeding? Incestuous in camera.
The elixir of life. Recycled urine. We
were not crying. It was the urgency
to die to challenge the infinity.
We get paralysed. Our legs will not
move on fallen skulls. Blood was everywhere.
The terrorists on terrace, negotiating for a massive
ransom. This interwar was wholesome. The
hysterical confusion breaks us apart
and morgue was full of kissing gods.

Satish Verma

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Greg, 18 february 2014

Run From the Name

The pace erupts to leave stagnant
The grayness that permeates
Turning shinning, soulful blackness
To bleak unfeeling

The shame that arises from unintended numbness
Like being raped into submission
By the suffocation howls
Of the lonely night
Grasping at the reach
The linked up end of the fence
To travel a road
That leads
Nowhere

Who can understand?
That a triviality blooms in the wake
Of a shadow half-elated
To try to remake
Itself into a soft melody
So self-aware it never feels
More than what it knows of
Half-convinced that it isn’t real

To deal
Shatter the image looking glass
So soft
In the laughter of yesterday’s joy
Together
Rip the arms from the fetus grasp
Holding to its mother tight

Masturbating
At the love that’s lost

The beaten trek that leads to the light
Untouched candle
Brimming with loathsome suffering
To touch softly
The relentless gaze of a holy shadow
A light that knows no love
A bond that creates a chain
To give away
All of his lonely pain
Into the falsified name
That leads astray
From the essence of him-self

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Len Gesinski, 18 february 2014

Crashing

(an eventual)Crashing

Just how many times
can you keep tempting fate?
that number, it’s your number
that which
comes around
eventually
then..only then
when
there is finally
no
turning back…no do overs…
at that point
at any point
if life is
in review
just before
decisions..deciding..decided?
to
step through
the gray
to the
inevitable
darkness
what is…were?
your greatest
regrets
pains
angsts
secrets..hidden
that
still haunt…pain
you
or have you
already
heard..felt..sensed
some inevitable calling?
deathwish
just what makes you tick?
can you see?
can you hear?...
can you feel?
anybody?
somebody?
something?
anything?
is there really
still…
no other way?
there is still time
a chance
your chance
want?
change of path
direction

choice…yours

(an eventual)Crashing©Leonard.C. Gesinski All Rights Reserved(02/18/2014)
http://leng64.wordpress.com/2014/02/18/an-eventualcrashing/

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THIS ODYSSEY

Our Rock In Life

Change To Come

Abounding Grace

Small Minds

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Run From the Name

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