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Satish Verma, 1 november 2015

Lunar Touch

The space covers me now.
Words stayed too long
beyond the thoughts of I
and my landscape.
A burst of silence soaks me.
What was history,
a voyage to rough awakening?
Absence of a voice makes me suffer again.

My religion burns.
Life is a dark smoke
I will write a message on your palm.
Give me a breather,
the distances make me sad.
Black dust drifts through
the slits of our predictions.
At least I know what I am.

On a sunny day
I break a mirror.
My fingers slide like scissors,
open the envelope.
I know it has a sermon,
I don’t want to read.
The depression has a lunar touch.
I break a flower into hundred petals.

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Dean, 31 october 2015

New Foundation

Swollen pain held hope full on yesterday
Lasting until todays' tomorrow
Queen of forgiven livid sorrow
Where every breath blessed to escape taken
Granted grit over grains salted
Found myself lost in a field of dreams
Exhalted journeys pathway
Welled up teary eyes
Poured pain out a pail
Through a window soul cleared
Appear to be lost
Soul found a new foundation

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Dean, 31 october 2015

Sweet Dreams And Beautiful Nightmare

Sweet Dreams
When I held Your Hands
Walked the Beach Together
Felt So Great As We Listen to The Waves
WHILE
Some times i Call It A Beautiful nightmare
When I rushed to my bed
With hopes that I'll get a chance to see you in my Dream
But When I close my eyes

And I'm going out of my head
Lost in a fairytale
Couldnt see you

A Second Then Its Dawn

And I'm Awake

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Dean, 31 october 2015

Woman Of My Dream

I lost You
When You meant The World To Me
I Lost You
When The Road Seems Tough And Rough
I Lost You
Cus Am Too Shy To Tell You How I Really Fell About You
I Lost You
Cus My Sense Of Humor Makes You Think I Aint Serious...(Exhale)
Woman Of My Dream
Wish I Can Take All these Back
And Show You How Truly Sorry I Am...
Woman Of My Dream
Wish I Could Turn Back The Hands Of Time
Then You Will Be mine
Woman Of My Dream
I Just Cant Bear The Truth
That I've Lost You

I'm Here Suffering
Wishing You Are Here With Me
Now My Heart Bleed
Now My Heart Ache
Damn I Say My Heart Cries All Night Just To Feel Your Wamrth Touch

To The Woman Of My Dream...

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Dean, 31 october 2015

Will You Be My Val

Here It Comes
Saint Valentine's Day...
Yet You Haven't Say A Word To Me
Though We Had An Argument
And Truly...This Is Not Going Well
Romance Is Far From Us
We Are On The Edge Of Falling Out Of Love
We Walked In Different Direction
We Make Our Part
And Yes Our Love Is Fading
But On This Day
We Can Work Things Out
As I Offer You My Heart
And Asking You To Be My Val.... We Put So Many Years In This Relationship
And Its Not That Serious For Us To Split
I Admit Some Times I Make Mistake
But Still Appreciate The Love We Make
We Are Under A Roof
Yet We Sleep Apart
You Make Your Night On The Bed
While I Slept On The Couch
But On This Day
We Can Work Things Out
As I Offer You My Heart
And Asking You To Be My Val....
Will You Be My Val
On This Special Day....?

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Satish Verma, 31 october 2015

Like A Moonbeam

A brief encounter with the depth charge,
paralyzed waist down,
looking within
looking without
counting the vibrations in sea shells,
I could hobble along with a younger poem
my love trapped in words.

We were reaching nowhere
near destination.
Our shadows entwined
with our steps.
Bluebells not withstanding catkins of mulberry
stood waist high
for the catwalk.

We kept wishpering
unworldly nothings,
like autumn leaves rustling in air.
Petals of purple bruises squirting the smell of desire.
I will touch you
like moon beam
from dark sky.

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Monique, 31 october 2015

Los Angeles, "Mi Cuidad" My City

Los Angeles, California I am sure it is quite familiar.
It is the city that represents the world since it very diverse.
Although, the diversity is present, still the segregation kills it. There is barely any unity.

Now I know no city is perfect but my city seems quite unordinary
Everyone seems to be blocked by this mystic ignorance.
They have found many ways to materialize our every wish and to distract from the beauty of true knowledge.

Now I should probably be saying kind things of the place I grew up in but I couldn’t do it without telling the cons of it.
This city, like many others it has been exploited.

One thing is for sure it is a city where angels still reside even though it has become the fallen angels’ playground.

copyright.

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Dean, 31 october 2015

Pray For Me Now And I'm Gone

I'm Scare Of Saying ''Death''

But I'm Feeling It In All Way..
I'm Scare Of Admitting It's Real
But Deep Down In Me I Know It Has No Remedy...

My Chest Pound Heavy All Night
I have sticky saliva on the back of my throat which causes discomfort.
Its Like Some Thing Stuck In
As I Drank So Much Water To Take It Down My System
FAILED CUZ IT WONT....

I'm Full OF Happiness
Cuz Its Now Day Light
My Chest Pound softly
As I Feel Nothing But Breath Easily...

Though My Life Is Like A Roller Coaster
I Cant Tell Where It Lead To
And How It Shall End
So I'm Making My Part The Way I See It....

Life Is Full Of Gold
Its Full Of Joy
Sadness And Yet
Some Make their Parts With Happiness...

Its Like I've Seen It Coming
So Why The Tears Running Down My Cheek
I Should Be A Man
For This Strike Once
So Do Pray For Me Now
And When I'm Gone

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Satish Verma, 30 october 2015

Deaf City

We cannot think alike,
and we cannot listen together.
The words change the colours
and the colours let go their charm.
A billowing smoke
fills the space between us.
We are searching
our destinies amidst the ruins
and life hangs like an empty frame.

The jaundiced view,
mars the beauty of cognition.
I stick to my long path,
though journey is tough.
The immaculate space fills my lungs.
I feel the thick, stellar thoughts
and climb over the contradictions.
Balance breaks, becomes the faint window.

The disorder lies within.
Green moments evaporate
I wither up in veins.
Heart misses the beat.
Standing in dark I hear
the sounds of a deaf city.
My eyes search,
the letterprint of a tranquil childhood.

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Joe Breunig, 29 october 2015

Poem: In the Direction of Joy and Hope

Do you know what Christian Hope is?
Is it a proper, confident expectation
of future, good things, yet to come?
Are you fully grounded on the tenets
of Faith, as part of a holy nation?

Can you share the Gospel with others?
Why is Christ’s death considered news?
Is the work of God regenerating in you?
Do you know of the sacred promises given?
Are you living Life… with Faith infused?

Do you expect that Christ will return?
Have you dreamt of your body’s redemption?
Are you eagerly awaiting righteousness,
by Faith, through His Holy Spirit today?
Have you inherited Life via Salvation?

Regarding the sovereign grace of God,
can you understand its complete scope?
Have you discovered your divine purpose?
Is life moving you towards The Christ,
in the real direction of Joy and Hope?

Author notes

Inspired by:
Heb 6:11; 2 Thes 2:16; Col 1:23; 1 Pet 1:3;
Rom 5:2, 8:23, 15:13-14; Tit 1:2, 2:13, 3:7;
Gal 5:5

Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ

By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2015, All rights reserved.

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Deaf City

Poem: In the Direction of Joy and Hope

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