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Gert Strydom, 3 june 2014

My Lord, there are times

My Lord, there are times when I am searching for answers,
are searching to where deliverance lies
and sometimes situations just feel too much
but continually I do find Your answers
on time and unexpectedly.

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Gert Strydom, 3 june 2014

When the darkness comes between us

When the darkness comes between us
bringing overwhelming separation
and jumping with death
between our lives

so that our love is torn apart
will we then still know of love
or will everything between us
be just a empty nothing
as if further there is no meaning?

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Gert Strydom, 2 june 2014

My Lord, I do believe

My Lord, I do believe
that You do bring healing and rest
in the times of silence,
that You do continually hold Your hand over me
and are travelling ahead on the way
to set things right.

My Lord, help me to believe more
and to trust sincerely.

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Gert Strydom, 2 june 2014

I have given my heart to you

I have given my heart to you,
and did bind myself
more unconditional than wisdom does want,
did lay myself down in your hands

and now my whole existence have been extradited to you
as if to everything you are the core.
as if significant meaning is only to be found in you.

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Satish Verma, 2 june 2014

ANCHORED BRIEFLY

While melting-down he was going to cheat
the death. So be it, bribing the inevitable.

In search of me, you and self, life was
coming to an end. Standing on sharp edge

he wanted to go back to beginning of era,
to try again his fear against coarse future,

to be versed in or not to cease, to yield
to the butchering-ground for salvation.

He did not want to pick up the droppings
now with butterfingers. Let there be a revolt

against the buyers of wallets. Gods have
left the caves and crowds are thinned out.

Prayerwheels are broken. Sky was overcast.
The morality heaves out of bush and steps

up to find a new crisis.

Satish Verma

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Satish Verma, 1 june 2014

KAVA KAVA

What that I am left with, impaled in jaws
of mantis, starting a tug of war, for the

otherness in me, seeking a bloodbath between
my poise and incestuous blue hole of black walls.

I gave you my voice, my roses. I am not afraid
of an impromptu death, but I was connected to

time-space of killing grounds of truth to save
the tears salt. I promised myself a zero gravity.

And you might take Kava kava to resolve
the conflict between round tables and square chairs.

I will go on starvation death in moon washed
landscape freezing my breath to release my soul.

Satish Verma

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Bazyliszek, 31 may 2014

Dirty windows

when i was
long time ago

i simply was
watching the time

while the wheels
round and round

now i look
through the windows

who where and why
am i

'cause no wheels
round and round

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Aurora, 31 may 2014

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Moths fly towards me as if guided towards the light
but little did they know, that I am the queen of the night.

Darkness prevails,
emptiness is foreworned,
smog covers your eyes
Leaving you breathless and torned

between two states of mind
between two different kinds
of women
sea men fell from ships
to be lured to the latter
but what does it matter
if you are just words and visual stimulation

I do not need any more time alone
just to give this thought some contemplation

I could be here,
I could be you
To me the sea is purple
and the sky is a jaded form of what is true.

Come closer
let me tell you more about the eye
witness to my crime
as I type sorrow on a carcass
that was sucked dry for all its blood

Mud would be an easy cop out here to rhyme
and then I could continue about my lack existence in time

But this would be all too predictable
unless you like routine
Well here is an update for mr.not there at all
the only thing positive is that I'm nearly 100 clean.

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Satish Verma, 31 may 2014

SUICIDAL WISH

For my water god I entered the wetlands.
Fog was increasing and me becoming incoherent.

The swamp throws a high tide of rolling wave
I lift the burden of bones and take a plunge in darkness.

The holy moon gives the company in yellow mood
smelling of honey and rusted-red mulberries.

A maxim inside the solitude hurts the path
where I lost my innocence for a son.

A breeze, a cloud, a beautiful sky
I carry the dust of my home wherever I go.

The wreckage was intact, past was shining.
An octopus was sending the suckers for future.

Satish Verma

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Aurora, 30 may 2014

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And so they fed me to the wolves
if only to watch my blood dry
and create their new earth
with no reaction, nor sigh

And so they left me to decay
amongst broken weed
in favour of their own dismay
awaiting a new seed

And so they watched me drown
hopelessly without remorse
listening to my last ever breath
waiting for a new course

And so and so and so
here I sit
fantasising once more
that lonliness is not a trait
as an illusion is a better cure

For there is no they
there is nothing
all but images and sound
profound in my mind
yet
exciting to the blind
and in my bewilderment
i have become a cyncial beast
alone on a man made mountain
as useful as bread without yeast.

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My Lord, there are times

When the darkness comes between us

My Lord, I do believe

I have given my heart to you

ANCHORED BRIEFLY

KAVA KAVA

Dirty windows

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SUICIDAL WISH

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