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Satish Verma, 14 april 2014

FURY OF JUGGLER *

A primordial fear takes over.
These pathways are not reaching anywhere.
I am leaving blank papers
for you.

This was dark matter,
you start dying from birth.
A fireball sails through you
reaching for the shadow of the soul.

The seawall collides with hurricane
shattering the window panes,
of temporal lobes.
And I am the salt,
I am the eye.

The sky is stepping down from heaven
which never was.
Man was the destroyer
man was god.

* On the eve of HURRICANE IKE striking GLAVESTONE and
HOUSTON on night of 12th Sept.2008

Satish Verma

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Satish Verma, 13 april 2014

PEACE AFTERWARDS

Was it a summer storm of sexuality?
Only the chaste statue stood in threads,
and then went down the cuticle
with nipple rings.
The demand of namelessness was rising

in the dim shadows of brisk tones.
To step down from sanity, a clown
was ready to become a hunchback.
Inserting the name of cupid in the missing years
the theme will encircle the house.

First conceived as a rose, its petals
are covering your cleavage
and our poor kids are slaughtered without
a surveyor. Do not read between the blood streams,
the solf face has become a bomber.

Of eternal rage, colours are moving
from red to gray. Ash was filling the empty bottles.

Satish Verma

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Satish Verma, 12 april 2014

A PRIMATE IN DISTRESS

Putting the sun behind me
I walked into the stars, beyond the
succulent lake.
A bitch drags you

on asphalt, walking with lipstick,
purse and follies.
Changing the daylight on every corner
you drink a toxic juice
in the recess of darkness.

A theater goes in frenzy
after the bloodbath and inferno in a tunnel.
The spray of hormones will cool you
and I will remember
sadness and sugar
hanging from the bright moon.

A fallen hair, traces the path
of a gorilla.

Satish Verma

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Bazyliszek, 12 april 2014

Ona i tak majta

boże to twoje szczyty
i majtasz jakby otwarte okno

te wszystkie maki
i wszystkie chabry

a ja się boję
bo tak wysoko

powiedz jak mi
o tym bólu
wiem że słowa
i tak wiele kłamstw

powiedz więc jak
wiem że schody
co niby zdobyte

twoje dłonie
jakby winda
pełna metafor

i że wielkie balkony

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Aurora, 11 april 2014

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Throwing empty words on to a computer page
who would of thought of a humble android sage?
Am I a computer?
Do I not breathe?
Can I never escape the numbers,
can I not create a door to leave?

To carry on in a world that is made by baffoons,
does the lord enjoy?
does the lord enjoy the land that was once
bathed in such beauty?
Now employed by heavy shackles,
concrete jungles,
the sky is becoming a mystery!

Target the architects!
Before its too late,
I don't want to see children of children
Watching films of the has been
because its no longer a physical attritube
to contemplate.

For the myths are already myths - a steady lie!
For history only goes back
to a blink of Gods eye,
so can you just imagine in a few hundred years,
the humans will think that the blue thing in the sky
is simply just gods tears!!!!!!!!

Let us unite
and go away new
before the rivers are red
and black has become blue.

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Aurora, 11 april 2014

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Oh princess of the white sea
how i wish to return to thee
and watch your scales fall on the mortal beds
of all the virgins yet to be wed

Oh princess how I long to hear
your harmonic song of justice of the year

But years are a trecherous millenium
down on the blooded ground
Oh sweet princess please rise again
for love here is no longer found

We will cherish your chariot
if you fill this land once more
Please grace us with your melody,oh sweet princess
for we await the child that you are to bore.

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Aurora, 11 april 2014

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I realise a thousand dreams
when i hear the voices of your creatures
thinking in there daily woes
working by a clock that is not your own
finding you by the door step
of what they think is the devil
do spare me one last hope
so that this magic i may medel

May be they have found me
and watch me day by day
to pollute me like the fish and oil
and make me wander and stray

But I like being a box,
just like they like being a cube.
Shall i just start starting over
with no finish line in a narrow tube.

No light in the near distant,
existing in the present now,
perhaps I should talk to a fellow human,
tell them to stop worshipping the golden cow.

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Aurora, 11 april 2014

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He breathes,
she hums,
they sing,
in spring,
there dawn is to come.

High hopes,
low tides,
jesus bled,
mary cried,
the human race was the only thing to die.

Hollow heart,
numb mind,
bright lights that are not the sun,
wearing plastic to not go blind.

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Gert Strydom, 11 april 2014

Like some roots anchoring the same big tree (Envelope couplet sestet)

Like some roots anchoring the same big tree
in life you do constantly anchor me
at times when it is really very dark
your very presence covers me like bark
while in life you try to hold me sturdy
like some roots anchoring the same big tree.

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Satish Verma, 11 april 2014

AN UNBORN PRAYER

A twisted journey starts on wings
after the end of the road. Ambition
sits in corner,
nonchalantly and a tempest
hollers around the spires.

Broken down from parched ceiling
a mural turns into a mundane knife.
Lifts the rage,
of the fallen shirts
and starts a war with bleeding arms.

Light weeps on the shoulders of night,
I am not yet conceived in the womb.
Suns and stars
beyond the innocent years
have not crossed the boundaries of guilt.

Naked mankind sits on the banks of grief
after the futility of mourning
for death. A child rises from the shadows
of flame.
The eternal burns become green.

Satish Verma

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FURY OF JUGGLER *

PEACE AFTERWARDS

A PRIMATE IN DISTRESS

Ona i tak majta

79854321110

99999770

989998

1011101

Like some roots anchoring the same big tree (Envelope couplet sestet)

AN UNBORN PRAYER

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