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David Martinez, 28 june 2015

The Shadows of Light

The King and Queen
look upon their day,
The gypsies and jokers
sing songs of praise

The sorcerers of evil
cast curses and spells,
The slaves pull up water
from the wishing wells

The monks and priests
pray glory to the kingdom,
The prisoners down below
cry in agony for freedom

The darkness swallows
up the light,
As the day
crawls into night

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Satish Verma, 27 june 2015

Easy To Forget

Somewhere the truth lies still and frozen
why can’t we measure ourselves?
Measure the unseen depth?
Not for gain, not for bliss.
For inner tranquility, moving into the time
where living and dead meet.

The silhouette of cicrcling hawk was frightening
the Sun was wilting
and I had entered into a lonely sky.
The flash of insight burned my thoughts.
I must count my gifts.
Time was ruining my creases.

Here was a naked truth
unclothed by time
beyond the innocence of age.
You were walking on the planks of emptiness,
inviting death.
Was it so easy to die?
Easy to forget the unforgetful?
Your loaded years falling away?

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steve, 27 june 2015

"If Only"

If only things were different.. you might still be here...
And I could set the world on fire.. instead of shedding tears,
If only I'd of listened.. to things you had to say...
Instead of rushing out the door.. to the same thing everyday,
If only I could see you.. and look into your eye's...
I'd never let you get away.. there'd be no more goodbye's,
If only I could have one chance.. to do it all again...
I didn't know the hour glass.. was running out of sand,
If only I'd of shown... the love I have for you...
Instead of somehow thinking.. that you already knew,
If only it was not too late.. and I never had to say...
Those two words I've come to hate... that haunt me everyday.
sg

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Satish Verma, 26 june 2015

A Tear Drop

Dying daily in eternity
for it to be,
a tear dropp held all the pain of life.
You were lost in words,
between the phrases
time was in, time was out.

The color, the theme was fading,
a seduced century
contriving the reasons to commit
the destruction of self-being.
I was struggling to empty my mind
completely.

To remain human in the loneliness
of ruins
I want to walk straight.

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Joe Breunig, 25 june 2015

Poem: Baptism

With baptism, one identifies with The Christ,
mirroring His death, burial and resurrection;
in this symbolic gesture of Faith, one sees a
formal acknowledgment of His gift of Salvation.

This practice, instituted by John the Baptist,
teaches one to reflect on the sacred sacrifice-
that Christ -alone- redeemed all of Humanity
and that His unequaled actions will suffice

as the second Adam, for our enduring redemption.
Even Christ Himself, took this symbolic plunge.
Was this a mere watery dunking of His flesh?
Or did it prepare Him… to be able to expunge

the death penalty of sin for us permanently?
Therefore, I honor His act of propitiation-
by the baptism of my body before witnesses,
as I’m initiated today… into His Holy Nation.

Author Notes

Inspired by:
John 3:25-36

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

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Joe Breunig, 25 june 2015

Poem: Blessed Solitude

Another day has dawned
and I find myself alone-
although I’m not lonely,
I’m drawn unto His throne

by the blessed solitude
of being in His Presence.
This indescribably peace
of spiritual pleasance…

fuels my unsatisfied hunger
for only the Divine things,
that serve my earthly purpose
to honor my righteous King.

There’s no greater treasure,
than spending personal time,
ascending the spiritual climb
with Him… at Heaven’s shrine.

Author Notes

Inspired by:
Psa 118:24

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

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Satish Verma, 25 june 2015

Second-Hand Event

Movement spurts the truth-
an endless journey.
The constant search for beliefs creates confusion.
Craving and wanting
generates more conflicts.
The meaningless life drifts.
Can you go beyond your dreams,
beyond your yearnings?

I wanted to disagree with death
the ultimate truth.
Life had many connotations,
there was no deliverance from reflections.
No freedom from trepidation
ego was the last refuge.
The ending of self
did’t take you to liberation.

Urremitting flow of time
awakens your soul.
Stillness of thoughts opens
the muted doors of meditation.
It suddenly transports you to the otherness.
You are not your name.
The indulgence to self
becomes a second-hand event.

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Satish Verma, 23 june 2015

Legend Withers

I do not display, but am.
Where the heart lies.
In truth. I try to discover the centre
of sorrow and bliss.
Life has not given
me full text of death.
The shadows are larger than reals.

You will not remember me
in endless night.
I am going on a long journey
to find out what is death of a name
the death of a prayer,
and ending of self.
The naked helices of truth are blazing.

Death of a dawn
some thing dies in me.
I don’t grieve.
The frozen pain melts,
legend withers.
The shadow is liberated from image.
The sadness leaves the fingerprints on my face.

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Satish Verma, 22 june 2015

My Children Of Sorrow

It was there all the time
the core fear, my inadequacy.
Tonight I will let go off the fire
and become a non-moving time.

When you come home for the arousal,
under the lids, you will find giant tears
frozen into a lake of no return.
Watch your steps and walk gingerly.

My unlocked door always welcomes
the incendiary past, pure happenings.
To return the clothes worn by the truth
on the night of gang rape.

It does not go, my nameless agony.
My children of sorrow, where will
they go? The scars?
I scan the sky.

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steve, 19 june 2015

"Just Pretend"

Its safe to say.. you'll never know, just what I feel inside...
You'll never know the lonely nights.. or see the tears I've cried,
And you'll never have to wonder.. why you feel this way...
Or hide the shame of who you are.. for fear they'll know your gay,
You'll never have to live a lie.. or pretend your what, your not...
But you'll always hear the reasons why.. they deserved just what they got,
You'll never have to just pretend.. how happy that you are...
While the only place you feel at ease... is some seedy down town bar,
You'll never have hear the words.. " a choice, that you have made"...
While making death a cheaper price.. than what we have to pay,
Things you take for granted.. are things I'll never know...
With so much hate for those like me.... were not allowed to go,
I'll never have "that special day" .. to proclaim my love out loud...
And no one will ever call me "Dad".. or want to make me proud,
I'm not afforded all the rights... that you enjoy each day...
And there are places.. you don't dare.. to let them know your gay,
If hate and fear are nurtured... just how can we progress?
As children take there lives each day.. for what they can't confess,
And how many lives must be lost.. before the world will see...
Your born with the heart you carry.. its not what you chose to be,
Open your eyes, I'm your brother.. your sister.. a friend that you knew...
Let go of the hate and the anger.. and what you'll see looking back is you.
sg

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The Shadows of Light

Easy To Forget

"If Only"

A Tear Drop

Poem: Baptism

Poem: Blessed Solitude

Second-Hand Event

Legend Withers

My Children Of Sorrow

"Just Pretend"

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