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jolka (Jolanta Steppun), 28 may 2014

*** (nie opowiem...)

nie opowiem ci

jak to jest
kiedy z dnia na dzień traci się miłość
wiarę w przyjaźń
a wszędzie panoszą się wspomnienia

moja niemoc zamyka usta

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Stephen J. Vattimo, 28 may 2014

What was the crown of thorns fore ?

Why was it hammered to Jesus' brow ?
Like forcing a nail through a piece of wood.

Was it a badge of mockery toward the Jewish leaders?
Fore pressing Pilate to crucify a man he proclaimed to fine no fault there in.

What was the crown of thorns fore ?

Was the crown of thorns Mother Nature's representative ?
For she needed to be redeemed from the cruse of sin.
Redeemed from suffering under the Agents of Darkness ,Devour,Destruction,Decay.

Just as the first man Adam through the act of disobedience ,sold Mother Nature into slavery.
To The ownership of The Archangel of deception,insurrection, and Devourer of Souls.

Mother Nature Was purchased out of slavery by God,and she will be set free from the presence and power of the Prince Of The Power Of The Air.

Fore the purchase price to set Mother nature free ,
was for the sinless Son Of Man,The Son Of God,to wear the Crown of thorn on His brow.
while out of perfect obedience to the Father ,
He was offering his life on the cross as a ransom to purchase sinful man back to God.

This is why Jesus wore The crown of thorns .
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Written By Stephen J. Vattimo Sept 30 2012

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Satish Verma, 28 may 2014

DRAMA

A fugitive chameleon sits on my window sill
daily, ceding the space horizon to thickness

of delusion; wants to decimate the infamous
rotting image of man, shining everyday in lush

damaging gossips. A perfect imperfection of treachery
to attack the hapless blade of grass who cannot

stand erect in a gale of glory of tall trees.

The star-glint overwhelms a prophet of dust.
A goddess enters the labyrinth of anthologies.

The smile that sets to sail a thousand slogans-
flies from infinity to the branches of flesh.

And the rivals collapse like dark alchemy
without qualms, naked and speechless.

Satish Verma

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Greg, 27 may 2014

Redemption

As death knocks at my front door
I cower behind a computer
Like six bits of shit and vermin
Recoiled by the slightest sting
You come about on the meadow
And send your ennui in to me
Like a deadly syringe
Of monotony and schedule
Of tone deaf laughter
And abominable taste
The lowest disgrace
Of exacted anguish
That relates myself to me
As your lovely face

In my premature ejaculatory phase
I writhed in the sheets of discomfort
And woke up to find the pain
More deeply than I could honor
So I turned unholy
And let the shadows eat my soul
As neurotic complexion
Devouring each and every morsel
Of child hood joy and golden light
Left inside this repugnant soul

I could redeem
But here I shall not

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Gert Strydom, 27 may 2014

A day of rest

(after W.H. Auden)

They had fled from him,
some for their lives from his sight,
had fled from his might
and now it felt only like an interim

as with his bloody big machines
he had turned against himself, trying to destroy his kind
and suddenly there was light that shines
naturally and no sign of him they could find

and it was a day of rest as there had never been
with beauty and tranquillity that went on and on
and they thought that man would never again be seen
that he and his implements were forever gone

but the fun had only just begun when a shot rang out
and a man appeared with a gun, using it clear and loud.

[Reference: “The Sabbath” by W.H. Auden.]

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Gert Strydom, 27 may 2014

As if a kind of darkness hides in every human being

My Lord, my friends, family and acquaintances
are not bad but they are only people
and even our best deeds and conversations
and sometimes our desires and wishes

brings separation with You

as if a kind of darkness hides in every human being
and sometimes it feels as if I do not really fit in
when people want to do things that they do know are wrong
but probably it had been like this when You did dwell upon the earth

and now I ask You to help me to stay constantly true.

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Gert Strydom, 27 may 2014

When love comes into your life (triolet)

When love comes into your life
then it’s something with an own kind of beauty
and love at times even brings peace to strive.
When love comes into your life
there is something great in having a wife
and you are astounded by her and do feel free
When love comes into your life
there are times of sadness and times when you are happy.

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Gert Strydom, 27 may 2014

My Lord, there is something sad

My Lord, there is something sad
that I want to bring to You
and its clear to me
that You do already know of it
and also about it’s extend.

At the theological seminaries of some universities
there are learned people
who want to find You
with pure logic and ancient research

and now there are some of them that do claim
that You did not rise from the grave.

In my simplicity I do wonder my God,
how people try to find you only in their books
and research
while You do stand outside of everything
and Your own words do determine
all things miraculously
outside the scope and limitation
of human science?

Sadly everything comes to an empty nothing
when there is no relationship with You
and the lives of people do end in nihilism.

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Gert Strydom, 27 may 2014

The sun flees confused

The sun flees confused
but you are in my heart
and I am fulfilled this winter
while the winds are howling outside
and you do grow into me
while the clouds blot the sun out,
rain sieves down continually
and you do bless me with enthusiasm,
and of time I do not take any notice.

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Satish Verma, 27 may 2014

THE SAME KIND

Pseudoscrubbing was going on
the scripted drama, words apart.
The tears were denied to him
and the moon slowly made peace on the white
marble of a cult,
and the river had scored a victory.

He was very upset by the absence of
truth. Stupid god did not stand in the
witness box to testify the morality of
man. Genes were deciding the number
of queens. People were still worshipping
a pair of black Najas.

Neanderthal skull marks a step in the
evolution of art. The jaw bone still juts out
to define a mafia don. The slit eyes make
a good pottery class. White poison settles
in the breasts. An ovarian carcinoma
now spreads in bones.

My toes are burning. Cannot walk straight
I am not here. I am not there. I am not anywhere.

Satish Verma

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Mother Nature's Redeemer

DRAMA

Redemption

A day of rest

As if a kind of darkness hides in every human being

When love comes into your life (triolet)

My Lord, there is something sad

The sun flees confused

THE SAME KIND

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