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Joshua Hillard, 11 july 2013

Faith, No Belief

History presents itself anonymously,
The strains and chains prevail,
Unblocking itself in a mystical of legends,
Subconsciously no one can derail.

Religious beliefs hold the science of life,
As facts continue to break the ice,
Belief becomes stronger through our own demise,
But where is our lord and savior Jesus Christ?

Faith penetrates our soul with soothing remedies,
A gifted light glowing through our own betrayals,
Day by day the belief we all came to surmise,
Fosters away in the portrait of portrayals,

Oh bible, bible, where art thou truth?
Bring us peace and comfort, for which we long,
Take our hands and increase our faith,
Diminish these demons, belief of anything wrong,

I cannot seem but to face hell,
Judging by the prayers I scream to most,
There was no God to take my pain,
It was my belief that seemed to hold its post,

Growing up strong, religious, and full,
I led a childhood facing guilt all alone,
When my beliefs held strong and life would proceed,
It was stricken away; I to be tossed into the snow,

Prehistory declares no documented proof,
It’s our belief that keeps us in tact,
We begin to deteriorate in our own passion,
As you left our belief swollen and cracked,

Show yourself to me as I regain life,
Emotionally holding on to what is right,
Prove to me now oh so help me God,
Guide me with your nautical light,

Show this faith something to believe,
Otherwise I shall fade,
My faith is strong but my belief is gone,
And I shall pray no more upon this day.

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Joshua Hillard, 11 july 2013

You'll Never Know

You don't understand,
What it is I must do,
Either I struggle alone or fall,
As a failure of dreams to prove,

I can never gain momentum,
I rest as a being of potential energy,
Not a crack of light or a dull of thunder,
Can budge this guilt with redundancy,

To feel what coarses within me,
No man could ever one day relive,
Beyond years of pain and heavy remorse,
What is left of me to give?

A million plus dreams,
Only to equal an epiphany of a sham,
The remedy, the nightmares, the experience,
Vanished to live with the damned,

You'll never know the mistakes I've made,
Even if it is walking down the street,
The only thing it does is haunt me,
So now the devil is who I will meet.

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Joshua Hillard, 11 july 2013

Time In Life

There’s a time in my life,
A time where I only struggle,
Beaten by the burden of love,
Bleeding life, as I begin to crumble,

Time and time again,
I can only pity the fact of this,
My dreams came and went through the furnace,
Something my heart will forever miss,

I only had one dream in this life,
One dream to make everything right,
It seems as if I failed as a person,
So I remain out of sight,

There’s a true moral behind each heart,
Mine is too long to describe,
It’s been torn up and ripped out,
Deprived from the meaning of life,

You take chances and fight hard,
That’s the way we go,
We hit the ground and get right back up,
But for me, this is getting old,

Consciously my mind races,
It talks to me through each moment,
It tells me it don’t know how much it can take,
The street is life but I’m the rodent,

Slowly reaching the end,
I hold my hands out during each step,
In my heart I want to reach my finish,
To forever be locked away in my own depth,

I’m sick of sorrow haunting me,
The guilt of Karma and all its games,
The pain and frustration I have felt,
Only I can’t not say no names,

One day my time will come,
One day I will be wiped away,
From the time being until I am home,
I will be guilt stricken… as I pray.

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Joshua Hillard, 11 july 2013

Past Vengeance

It seems as if my past is here to stay,
I suffer every day,
But it seems there’s no other way,

I thought since it was done my past was gone,
I did wrong,
And now I know it’s still standing so strong,

You still phase it, with emphasis so gold,
It was old,
But your actions say differently than what you are told,

My past is beating me with no future at the end,
I’m starting to bend,
All I needed was you, my best friend,

It turns out that is was all a lie,
Why do I try?
Even when we’re unable to compromise,

I should’ve seen it by the look in your eyes,
That my past still cries,
The vengeance in all the honesty and lies,

Because of it, I suffer so greatly,
You act as if you hate me,
And day by day I hold on with a maybe,

Maybe you have forgiven, to start new,
But it’s never true,
Now I’m lost, there’s nothing I can do,

So what is it I have left?
This last breath,
And I’m taking it until my death.

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Joshua Hillard, 11 july 2013

Seasonal Life

One love whose soul burns fiery hot,
Burdened by the mystical we call life,
Yet thy love feels like a warm summer day;
Drifting wind whispering through our branches,
So slim, so tall;

Echoing through thy birds that nest their home,
Courtesy as thy birds share with nature;
Thy love, oh sweet generous love,
Praised to the chirping; such a harmonic tune;
Ringing loudly throughout thy leaves,
Tumbling down thy sap;
So sticky, so sweet;

Thy leaves soon change color,
So vividly under the night sky;
Red, orange, yellow, and green,
Falling to the earth in a beautiful rain,
Sweeping back and forth – forward and back,
In a constant motion; so beautiful;
As it burrows its new home onto Earth’s ground,
Shedding its way, lusciously covering thy Earth;
Mixed in a variation of colors,
That changes thy face;
So bare, so bold;

Long winter seasons bring thy cold breeze,
As thy branches are thickened with summer warmth,
Tackling the next four months fearlessly;
Bravery trickles as the soft white snow reaches Earth,
Thy roots toughen, blanketed by the freezing snow,
Patiently awaiting for winter to bypass;
As thy branches and thy hearts grow larger,
Gradually to watch the cold snow soak into the ground,
Thy sun reaching its highest peak each morning,
To bring thy Spring back as our branches begin to stretch;
Outward the new beginning, a beginning of life,
Miraculously, yet divine;
Oh thy heart – sweet calling you may be,
So warm, so majestic;

We wait towards our new seasons,
To bring thy branches out for their fullest potential,
To begin our meaning to the center of life.

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Salvatore Ala, 10 july 2013

A Time of Hard Rain

In so much rain the homeless drown,
If this rain was bullets they’d be children of massacres.
If this rain was petroleum coke we’d already be Pompeii.
If this rain was a pesticide we’d be innumerable bees
Found dead in parking lots round the world.
If this rain was plague we’d be shadows among Pharaohs.
If this rain was money we’d drink from the same well.
If this rain was food the hungry could eat their tears.
If this rain was love, hatred would dissipate like haze.
If this rain was peace, peace would water our lands.
If this rain was rage, God would haemorrhage
From a wound at least as mortal as our own.

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Gert Strydom, 10 july 2013

Lovely to his eyes

A farmer walks up to his horse and it is spring again
and he bridles it and there is pain
in the old man’s body,
but the earth is soft underfoot after the rain.

In the distance a red Massy Ferguson tractor
ploughs drawing neat lines, but he’s still the administrator
and it’s early spring with every thing living rejoicing
but the ache in the flesh reminds him of the words of the doctor.

His son is out there tracking the field
and it’s as if he has now to yield
before the young, who are vital and strong
just have to go along, but he still has some power to wield

and his eyes measure the ploughed field, the smell of fresh earth
surrounds him, almost like a token of new birth
and his young wife looks up and smiles with eyes full of promises
while he secures a saddle with a girth,

puts a foot in a stirrup and reach up
for the knob on the saddle and for moments they look at each other
and her gaze is enticing, filled with spirit
her hair is blowing in the wind like surf on the beach

and the ardent Arabic horse knows its master well
acts with love, as if under his spell
while they gallop away
and he has got cancer, is a dying man, unwell

but life is really great and the sun, wind and sky
is familiar like any other day, where he is saddled high
and they meet him as friends, companions before he turns,
rides home to a wife who looks lovely to his eyes.

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Satish Verma, 10 july 2013

OUTRAGEOUS

Everybody was half-naked on the trail
of curves. Braindead. Emptied thought.
A single vacant look.
"Why me? " I ask. Stay stupid in the crowd. Looking
at the moon, indulgent. Plucking the nector from
knobs of naked flames.

No coming back from days of unknowing
the secrets of unskopen words. A cry stifles
in the throat of a prayer.

A moon was found on a dump!

Satish Verma

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Gert Strydom, 9 july 2013

The hunger in my heart (cavatina)

The hunger in my heart tonight leaps
like a panther,
while I miss you more than I can tell,
there is no other
that can even quench this empty longing,
just together
life, the world seems functional, good and great
and you remain my life-long love and mate.

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Gert Strydom, 9 july 2013

Tonight the silence caries its soft message (cavatina)

Tonight the silence caries its soft message
between us both
the moon is distant looking white and old,
the pitch black cloth
of many ages tells the stories of love,
we have sworn troth
to each other and you are know to me
as if this night long has been meant to be.

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Latest items:

poetry

Faith, No Belief

You'll Never Know

Time In Life

Past Vengeance

Seasonal Life

A Time of Hard Rain

Lovely to his eyes

OUTRAGEOUS

The hunger in my heart (cavatina)

Tonight the silence caries its soft message (cavatina)

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