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jimmymac, 15 february 2014

Happy Birthday Jean-Paul Sartre

reveling in the unity of contradiction
the omnipresence of disjunction
the opaqueness of transparency
the anarchy of governance

the unknowableness of the zeitgeist
the banality of chiqueness
the slavery of fashion
kinda like being a hipster in Brooklyn

with no conscience of consciousness
or is it no consciousness of conscience?
one is a statement the other a dumb question
seeking an intelligent answer

truly the tragedy of comedy
or is it the comedy of tragedy?

enough of these silly questions....

why don't it just fall apart?
how does it stay together?

accessorize smartly
tight ensem
put together
right

Music Selection:
Jimi Hendrix
ifasixwas9

Oakland
6/21/13
jbm

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Len Gesinski, 15 february 2014

bez światła

bez światła(no light)----for T.I.

words and language
without sentiment
the raging
of internal fires
Oh, to hear the echoes
of just how dark emptiness…actually sounds
desperately reaching
only to always
fall just short…
attempting to
fill the void
left from/by
damaged yesterdays
interrupted dreams
warped reality
hurtful memories
hurt, where only love once should….
…could
might…
have been
damning realization
cutting into now…of this moment

I
see the darkness
far deep
beyond your eyes
I
sense the void
where your heart….
once was
and
all is explained

bez światła©Leonard.C. Gesinski All Rights Reserved(10/24/2013)

http://leng64.wordpress.com

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Len Gesinski, 15 february 2014

Moonbeams

Moonbeams
For "Shifted By the Moon" Theme

dancing the dance
harlequin strut it just might appear to be
the keener eye
noticing the finer details, it’s all in the repetitions
simplicity in rhythms
eventually resting in the confluence
casting thine spell
reducing our human inhibitions
dancing and twirling
blinded and deafened in our spellbound glory
antipathy all vanquished
nakedness finally revealing
nomads
we all really are
one and the same
under the moonlight

Moonbeamsalternate©Leonard.C. Gesinski All Rights Reserved(01/29/2014)
http://leng64.wordpress.com/2014/01/29/moonbeams/

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Satish Verma, 15 february 2014

MEDALS AND AWARDS

In a school of murder a hub of
terror survives.
An acid attack on face
captures the contradictions of first nervous countdown.

Step aside my truth, my tears
are under siege. The schizophrenic
will draw a landscape
of falling earth.

Tonight a visual poem will come alive
on a dirty screen of life.
Words were written like mercy
on the hands.

Why the face wears no smile?
Hard core pornography of blueberries survives
amidst the shooting and explosions.
The nymphs were waiting in the heaven!

Satish Verma

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Greg, 14 february 2014

A Humble Offering

As the world passes slowly on by
Trapped in the red tape
Of a telltale disguise
Abiding the rapture
To hang to the moment
That life comes undone
Unscripted and free

So basically
The light has left the tunnel
Shadows have come to claim their home
In the halls of philosophical greatness
Hopefully with no hope to share
For the worst thing to give a man too scared to eat
Is knowledge that there’s no poison there

Then life turns inside out
Relentless like the pouring rain
And sunshine will beam down
But I’ll look again for the rain
Until I have an excuse to huddle up
Underneath a cold shadow box
Gray and shared with the bugs and the worms
Convinced that my shit is glittering gold
But oh no I will never save my soul
From the rampant rummaging of the deep dark hole
Because if another is to be reluctant to go
I shall tell him

Child
Friend
Lover
Fellow Human
Sentient Being
Sentience
You have nothing to fear
Greater than the soul-deadening knowledge
That you cowered away
And set yourself a trap
Too comfortable for you and the others involved
To move yourself out from

To wiggle without causing so much pain
That it will not be worth the love of God
And more importantly and perhaps the same
The love of yourself

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St Antoine de la VUADI, 14 february 2014

Culture of Love

I love you more than so much,
I love your mistakes and your smiles;
I’d like the love that I give to you to be
Your joy and your destination.
Your love is my beloved love;
My beloved in all is you.
I don’t know how to call
This piece of peace
That you serve to my life.
My eyes, when I look at your face,
Is really and again really blind.
Darling Master of Art,
Now I conclude that
You have studied for many hours
And your specialty is:
The culture of Love.

St Antoine de la Vuadi

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St Antoine de la VUADI, 14 february 2014

A Lover’s prayer

Dear Lord,

Could you protect my baby
I have given my heart to him
And I don’t want to lose him
Because it will destroy my life.

You are the maker of hearts
You know the future
If he will deceive me
Please, change his mind.

I can’t live without him
And you see it in my voice
He is the angel that you’ve sent
To give me joy and peace.

Let him be invisible
To other non serious women
So that he will be concentrated
Only to the love that we have built.

This was my prayer
In the name of Christ
Who is your Unique Son
Amen!

St Antoine de la Vuadi

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St Antoine de la VUADI, 14 february 2014

Natural Lover

To be a natural lover
Is what I dream of
And my dream is real
If I am really in love.

Do not make love sick
To accompany your behavior.
Love is stronger than behavior
And this reality is not a stick.

Everywhere in my heart
I feel the voice of love
To be natural when you love
Is the key to the perfection.

Natural must a lover be,
Specific also as an unknown being;
Then people will not understand
And will be unable to destroy “it“.

St Antoine de la Vuadi

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Gert Strydom, 14 february 2014

The windows was closed behind the curtains

The windows was closed behind the curtains
and shut out was the world, the night and the breeze
as if you and I was locked in
away from all heartache, pain and sin
and our loving did begin
with passion and a certain kind of ease
and of your love I was certain
while I did cling to you.
It was as if all good things were coming true,
as if all evil and everything that brought ill
had to wait until
out time together was spent

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Gert Strydom, 14 february 2014

Too many times

Too many times we want to know
from what love is woven of,
as there is something special
when our hearts and faces glow
but unknowingly we do at times remove
our trust from each other
and even from God
and the in desperation do trod
while the effects of love we do not feel
but as a principle forever it is real.

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Happy Birthday Jean-Paul Sartre

bez światła

Moonbeams

MEDALS AND AWARDS

A Humble Offering

Culture of Love

A Lover’s prayer

Natural Lover

The windows was closed behind the curtains

Too many times

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