
Satish Verma, 8 november 2014
Death will not wait.
Locked in bruises,
I want eternity.
Stinking pubes,
micro to zerogravity.
Kernel rises like a star.
Touch was not real
How far you will go?
Earth was collapsing.
My father was right,
Don’t climb to the peak,
snow was melting.
Love has no barriers
Winter steals in like a thief
one by one the knives are drawn.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 7 november 2014
I intend to move away from myself
as apologia for sadness,
Could not give up the zen,
powerless, breathless, drowning,
in my skin, my viens,
sharing the existence of undoing,
what was something.
Nobody I am, connecting to you
by flames of aristocracy of pain,
for eternal slavery.
Primitive memory hurts. Give me your tears.
The world is struck by salutation to sun
I am free to put a mask
and light the dead wood.
Satish Verma
Joe Breunig, 6 november 2014
The revolving doors of strife
are in opposition to peace;
unfulfilled desires of lust,
burning with envy and anger,
offers no one any release…
to those personal conflicts.
Wanting stuff with wrong purposes
for selfish pleasures of life,
will result in spiritual confusion-
more so than a three-ring circus.
Insecurities of deceitful hearts
can generate disastrous events,
with life spinning out of control;
His grace will teach us to overcome,
when we earnestly choose to repent.
Turn away from disloyalty towards God;
don’t speak evil of others around you.
Grace, the power of the Holy Spirit,
has the ability to teach us humility-
Remain in the Light of His purview.
Life remains chaotic, out of balance,
unless we defeat the evil tendencies
that are resident within human nature;
we can be more than conquerors when…
recognizing our inner dependencies
of needing God first and foremost.
We’re to be separate from the World;
He’s protective of us with His jealousy
with healthy hopes from Him alone,
as His precious boys and girls.
Author Notes
Loosely based on:
Jam 4; Psa 34:7; Jer 17:9
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2014, All rights reserved.
Gert Strydom, 6 november 2014
I wait for the first summer rain,
the killing winter black ripe to cease to fall,
the grass to turn from white brown to green
before I will turn the ground again,
plant new vegetables, flowers and shrubs
but I hear birds sing
in the evergreen berry tree
as if asking me
to plant the first seed,
as if they are already inviting spring.
Gert Strydom, 6 november 2014
When my whole world was falling apart
nowhere I could find any answers
and I was blinded far too much by disillusion
and thunder falling mercilessly from everywhere
and then I did talk to the God of the universe,
did remind Him that I am still His child
and in the evening wind
I did see His image displayed for mere moments.
That life is inaccessible at times,
that a person has got to try time after time,
even if it feels as if there is no hope,
have got to trust past meaning and knowledge
nobody could teach me
but still I kept my eyes on You my Lord.
Gert Strydom, 6 november 2014
Like a tree trunk or a piece of wood
that is being carried along
by a river or the sea
and here and there bash
against rocks or the shore
and then again drift farther
I went through life
until we did meet
and I got resolution from you
and I do know what real love is.
Satish Verma, 6 november 2014
The panther goes for the neck only.
A body trembles on the stairs.
Scarred bones are strewn around in
the broad day light.
I sometimes hear a wailing sound.
Here lies the scarf, the coat, the shoes.
A nation is rambling in dark
woods. Faces have become stones.
No longer, the illustrious suffering will help.
How to judge the verdict?
Defence is proving the guilt,
and desert shouts a single
name.
How many meanings should be thrown
for one answer?
The tears. Are they not sufficient
to give the depth of immensity?
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 5 november 2014
Laying with a couple of bushman trackers
in the darkness of a almost starless clouded sky,
not being able to make a nice hot fire,
being too near to the enemy
I listened to their stories
and it was almost as if they
were wooing the moon
to shine through patches in the clouds
are able to identify any animal
from the sounds of howls, snorts
or even movements that it made
and later silence covers us like a cloak.
Satish Verma, 5 november 2014
Beyond the gaze there is a time zone
of rumored agitation
when you cannot sleep.
You open your eyes quietly to complain.
The caretaker has prepared the shroud,
Smoke is rising on the hills.
No body walks with you,
it is a lone journey, where
centuries throw the dust on your hallowed gifts.
The pyramid of signs, symbols, signatures,
disappear in penultimate flare.
Time to leave the waiting room.
The resurrection will take place now;
of fear; of despair; of foot steps in dark.
I will hear them, holding my breath.
Landscape will change into valley of tears.
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 4 november 2014
I see shadows everywhere,
one follow me
but the rest just
image off the things in my life.
Still love fills me
and is now more than just
another thing leaving its mark
since it’s part of every word and deed.
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