Slashed Wound
In the silence of a nameless night, the moon invades
to bring out secret tears,
a perfect sky quivers.
The smell of human flesh flies,
and the spirit swirls down the history,
your hands seize little gods to get the answers.
How long this meditation on self destruction will continue?
Because of ending, decapitated faith loses eloquence.
The myth of eternal happiness slits the eyes.
Your blood drips from myriad capillaries -
And a new proverb commands the winds.
It opens to world like a slashed wound, your ruined life.
What was the mortal question of body to the soul?
Living for the day was very painful,
insistence on past was contradictory,
transparency had no consolation.
Absurdity of fog was there to stay.
poem by Satish Verma
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The Spirit or The Flesh
Friend are you filled with the Spirit or are you living in the flesh?
For one life leads to Eternal Life and the other to Eternal Death.
Friend God is not mocked and whatever a man sows he will reap,
And this present life will soon end but God offers life you can keep.
If you live to please the Spirit you shall reap Eternal Life friend,
If you live to please the flesh eternal destruction will be your end.
However, walk in the Spirit you won't fulfill the lust of the flesh,
This leads to Eternal Life and you won't be hurt by the second death.
The flesh is the sinful nature that ruled before you truly believed,
It is propagated by Satan who had you blinded and totally deceived.
The Spirit filled life is the goal for all who have truly believed.
Then your life's direction changes lead by the Spirit you received.
It was the sinful nature that darkened the old path you used to trod,
And everyone who lives like this will not inherit the kingdom of God.
But the fruit of the Spirit, for the Church creates a holy oneness,
This life leads to Heaven through Christ's blood and Righteousness.
God does not speak above you my friend but is quite frank and level,
And He says that if you continue in sin you're a child of the devil.
But when we walk in the Spirit of Truth filled with His joy and Love,
It's God's mark that we are children of God, truly born from above.
Copyright ©11/2003
Living Joy
Past the broken dreams
Far past fountains of sorrow
No foul bird flies free
Hope is an endless tomorrow
Lay your fears by the way side
Diamond shores in the regal sun
Golden smiles from eternal sky
Today my journey has just begun
Soft voices from the tall pines
Summer roses in the heart of faith
Everything is growing deep inside
I know I shall be shown the way
Fountains flow in secret praise
The land of gardens opens wide
My soul transcends a world of pain
I see blossoms of yellow and white
Have you heard the stars singing
Song birds nest in every tree
In the valley the bells are ringing
My spirit has been set free
The moon shines like a mystic friend
Dawn is a sanctuary of eternal life
Over the mountains hope rises again
The darkness flees before the light
Living joy comes to the broken night
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Whenever you call my name (Here I am)
You stand far away
Hiding and invisible
Chest has no movement
Pulses of you weaken
Restless breath with the fear pace
Living contra out of the peace case
If u believe me
Just hold my hand
You will never fight alone
Here i am to be with you
You will never be alone
Remember me, supporting bone
If you ever believe in me
Could you show me what is in your hand?
Perhaps i cant really feel but maybe i can peel
Life keeps challenged in the future only few just past
As much as the sands life tricks covering the earth crust
But...Real deal is when you agree to mend
So...Here i am, together and stronger to stand
Why afraid to climb this tall barrier wall
Trust me i will catch you anytime if u fall
As long as you believe in me...
I am here for you and it's true
Bruises wound stained kiss on your vein
Let the dirty blood flew out your pain
Bring out your bitterness to drain
Just awhile and scars just remind you
About the past and what you will gain
Underneath you the skin dividing anew
Nothing will pinch your flesh for long
If you protect your body with faith and spirit
If you still bleeding and whenever u in need
Here i am to bandage your wound again
But...If only you believe in me
Do you believe me?
So tell me...
If you trust me
Will the moon always hiding behind the clouds forever
Will the night forever miss the moonlight on the calm river
Your presence in this darkness around
Equally a moon that share us gleaming light
Look at you, wearing crown of the night
Night of course without the sun
But Moonlight derived from original sunshine
So dont hide behind the clouds, share us the light
Or dont tell me the moon comforts behind the clouds
Your hidden potential will unleashes secret proud
Listen to me if you believe me
Look here, there or anywhere
But your face must only toward the light
So you step way ahead easy in the bright
Look there, here and anywhere
But dont choose turn to the dark at the back
Then you will haunted by the ghost of the past
Misery of the road blur, shadow lost your way
If you there
Cry for the mystery fears
Give me a cup of your salty tears
Then if you smile with sincere
Treat me with your sweet candy cheers
Just dare to share whatever even it is rare
Anytime u call
Here I am for you
I said it all true
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Sometimes when we feel we are weak that mean we in stage to
be stronger, and to be stronger we will meet few challenges
and the true portion of the spirit is your flesh and yourself.
Running this world togetherness we should..hold each other to live.
The world is meaningful word when it's about care, love and helping
everyone whoever in need unconditionally. We were born incomplete
and we need everyone to make us complete. A perfection of the ideal living can be achieved whenever we reform a life with multiple strength
from everyone..Harmonize in melodious tunes to carry strongest will
* This poem was inspired by my last poem 'perfect lie'
Love yourself cause you play at least a role and you are loved
the way you are. Thank you for reading, hope you all like it,
sorry if there are some mistakes..just wrote and post it instantly
_Unwritten Soul
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transcendental Happiness
perfect happiness is really hard to attain
trust from other people is too difficult to gain
How can I be happy? How can i make myself in joy?
Can you just stay by my side? my darling, my boy?
supreme jubilee is too long to seek
we can't have our own happiness if we don't start to voice out! to speak
we can't blame people for being lazy, being timid!
they can't attain nirvana if they are so stupid!
in my own, happiness is attained by people who are giving and sharing joy to others
remember, no one can find the secret chambers!
Chambers that leads us to nirvana! to paradise
be responsible to find the joy! that's my best advice
being happy is one of my priority!
solve for my never-ending insanity
perfect happiness is there on god's hands
we can have it if we obey his commands!
perfect happiness comes in most tragic situation
like i said, happiness is hard to find! I still need to seek for solution!
what have i done? ah! help me, please!
help me to build new histories!
yes! i can sense the success! the happiness' progress!
now i know what it feels, your touch, your caress!
eternal happiness is found when i'm with you!
when your coming, doesn't know what to do!
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An Only Begotten Son
Joseph and Mary
your son Isaiah 9: 6-7
is only first born Matthew 1: 16
without original sin
human stain
of Adam and Eve Genesis 3: 1-18
only child
born without
original sin Matthew 20: 28
an immaculate Matthew 1: 18
conception Matthew 1: 23
awaited virgin birth Matthew 1: 25
third perfect
human being
second Adam Hebrews 7: 28
only perfect soul
tempted by sin
that did not fall Mark 1: 13
God incarnate
in flesh
our long promised John 1: 14
Messiah born John 1: 41-42
into the world
in Bethlehem Matthew 2: 1
Adam made by
God’s own hands
shaped in red clay
God breathed breath
of life into Adam
spark of life living soul Genesis 2: 7
Eve rib taken
from Adam in sleep
flesh of his flesh
soul of his soul
God created first man
God created first woman Genesis 2: 20-23
in the beginning
was the Word
the Word was with God John 1: 1
the Word was a God
all things came into
existence through him
apart from him
not even one thing
came into existence John 1: 1-3
Lord Jesus Christ John 20; 28
Our Lord and Saviour Acts 13: 23
The Blood of the Lamb John 1: 29
For God
loved the world
so much
that he sent
his only
begotten son John 3: 16
as a ransom
sacrifice for our sin 1Timothy 2: 6
to save the world John 3: 17
so that all people
exercising faith in him
would not be judged John 3: 18
but be saved
given eternal life
for there is one God
and one mediator
between God and men
a man Christ Jesus 1Timothy 2: 5
who said
I am the way
the truth
and the life
and no one
comes to God
except through me John 14: 6
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Fountain of Love
When the pixie dust opens the night
When hearts on fire see real magic
Sail your dreams like rainbow seas
Scarves with purple eyes smile
Let the world feel the Siamese tide
Nothing radiates like a soul
She brings me winds of golden Venus
Blue winds that sow Roselyn seed
Royal connections before the moon
Before blood flowed in orchids
We are the song of eternal freedom
I’ve seen the future it is ancient
Dance today like love swirls the axis
Laugh with twilight until flowers grow
Velvet music nestles her long hair
Bend the strings like Hendrix was alive
Blues so mellow it makes you cry
Tonight the night is very wise
She moves like a slow fountain of love
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NEW Breath Of Life
I look has the sun rises to bring the end of a cold night
The breeze of the morning sun wakes up the world
But there are parts that don’t get touched by the sun
The dark figures rest in the shadows
The wait for the night to come alive
Blood thirsty with a moments notice
There are some people that can go into the shadows
They are outsiders of the mortal race
They want to learn about the magic that make up life
The dark figures tell the outsides about the way of the night
They ask an outsider to join their side
The outsider agrees without hesitation
He becomes a creature of both night and day
He gets a new breath of life
The power of love, hate and pain went thought his body
The day sun shined and hurt his eyes
He is becoming a werewolf
With blood boiling in his veins
He thinks what he did to his life
I am a creature of the night he yells to the moon
That this a sound he hears in his ears
He opens his eyes and finds that it was all a dream
Or was it
That night the full moon rise
And fur goes around him and he howls long and loud
Blood lust in his new eyes looking for a kill
He takes on a bear and eats until full
And runs away and wakes up to the sun again
Does not remember anything
Except a new breath of life
poem by Thomas Henderson
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Full Of Faith!
And it came to pass that a certain man
Read the Word of God and then full of faith
Created something new...
He created something brand new...
He created a new universe...
Out of nothing but faith, there it was before him,
Just a bubble before his face...
He let it grow larger and larger.
It almost filled his room...
Come with me, he told it.
He led it outside into the garden.
Grow bigger, he said... and it grew bigger...
Let no other human see it, he said.
It became invisible to humans.
Let there be me within it, he said.
With all the physical needs supplied, he said.
Oxygen, food, drink to drink and so on... he said...
Then he disappeared into the new universe...
Let there be spirits, living spirits, he said.
Let them appear as with human form, he said.
Let them fall in love with each other, he said
And from their love create newborn baby spirits, he said
And such commands came to pass...
The spirits were immortal, undying, yet creating
And centuries passed by, for him, for them...
Still protected by his faith, thinking all things possible,
He determined that he would become a spirit, too.
Let me become... he said...
Yet he was stopped from speaking the rest...
He heard a powerful voice... Who are you? he asked...
I am the God of all creation, the Lord said.
Wow! said the mortal man, immediately humbled.
Your Word helped me create this place! he said.
Look at my spirit beings in love with life! he said.
Yes, I know each and every one of them, said the Lord.
Why do you reveal yourself now? asked the man.
You cannot become a spirit... warned the Lord.
You are a mortal, soon to die, said the Lord.
I want you to give all this up, said the Lord...
Return home, where I can save you, said the Lord.
For as a mortal, you have sinned, warned the Lord.
You need to be forgiven, explained the Lord.
Then I can grant you eternal life in Jesus, said the Lord.
Wow! I understand, replied the repentant man.
You let me see all this according to my faith, he said.
Did I really need to create all this? he asked.
Yes, you did, for your faith is so powerful, said the Lord.
It is because I told you it was so, the Lord explained.
You trusted my Word, therefore trust Me now, He said...
Once forgiven, you can be baptised, said God,
Baptised into eternal life as I promised...
Can these spirit beings continue unharmed? the man asked.
Yes, for they know not sin, they never will, God said.
Oh, that's wonderful... the man replied...
Take me home, he asked of the Lord...
And God took him home, so he could believe the Gospel.
As it is written, what shall it profit a man
To gain the whole world and yet lose his own soul?
Denis Martindale, copyright, September 2012.
We can hear the word of the Lord on
Revelation TV on UK Sky Digital 581
as well as the WATCH NOW link on
the revelationtv-dot-com website...
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So Others See
As The Spirit moves on men, they are led to be Born Again,
Experiencing a spiritual birth, while living life upon the earth.
Some say spiritual conversion, is by others just a diversion,
Taking them out of true reality, to a world that none can see.
It’s by faith we’ve been saved, from the world, so depraved,
Believing what we cannot see, and focused now on Eternity.
We get Truth on what’s to come, by the Spirit of God’s Son,
God’s Truth about a reality, that’s bigger than eyes, can see.
From a world, changing fast, we see an eternity that will last,
Knowing not what is ahead, we lean upon The Word instead,
With our focus now on God, not on the shifting, earthly sod,
It’s The Spirit we can’t see, who opens eyes, of you and me.
Eyes of only earthly sight, were opened by the Gospel light,
Once veiled to things of Christ, are opened in a spiritual life.
A new life of Eternal worth, far above all the things on earth,
For all we can touch and see, will never last through eternity.
It is The Spirit, who opens eyes, to make men eternally wise,
A wisdom that shall begin, that moment you are Born Again,
And begin living your life, through the Spirit of Jesus Christ,
Living a life so others see, the Hope that you have Eternally.
(Copyright ©01/2008)
Here I am (2nd Version)
Why do you sit alone
Like i am invisible
Are you forget..
I am here to be with you
In everything we do
We always together to survive
The smiles on your face
Or sad covered by the maze
We still stand togetherness
Cause i am here with you
Open and free your hand
Dont press the thorn in your palm again
Perhaps i cant really feel but maybe i can peel
This just a few life hard start
More challenge next part
Never give up
Just climb barrier wall
Never think of how tall
Trust me, will catch anytime if u fall
Keep build your ambition tall
My words wrapped no honey
My words made for your glory
When i said I am here for you
Dont doubt me, it's true
Bruises wound stained kiss on your vein
Let the dirty blood flew out your pain
Bring out your bitterness to drain
Just awhile and scars just remind you
About the past and what you will gain
Underneath you the skin dividing anew
Nothing will pinch your flesh for long
If you protect your body with faith and spirit
If you still bleeding and whenever u in need
Here i am to bandage your wound again
But dont doubt in me
You must believe me
If you trust me
Moon never hides behind the clouds forever
The night lose a crown if moon not come over
Your presence in this darkness around
Equally a moon shining light on the ground
Wear your crown tonight
It's wrong and wrong...
Dont compare moon with sun
Should i remind you
Night absence if sun presence
There's no use to compare the light
As the moonlight derived from original sunshine
So dont hide behind the clouds, give your spirit shine
Dont tell me the moon comfort behind the clouds
Your hidden potential will unleashes secret proud
Listen if you believe me
Look here, there or anywhere
But your face must only toward the light
Then you find a way easy the bright
Look there, here and anywhere
But dont choose turn back to the dark
Nothing you will gain but think of bad luck
If you there
Cry for mystery fears
Give me a cup of your salty tears
Then if you smile with sincere
Treat me with your sweet candy cheers
Just dare to share anything, mind clear
But if you fall
Anytime u call
Here I am for you
I said it all true
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An Arsenal of Spiritual Dynamite
i come to bow my soul, kneel upon your mighty name, the
light that illuminates my spirit, beyond other power on earth
and in the heaven who brings me to the eternal Father, my
immortal Adonai, the one who is and pre-existed in name,
exalted amongst angels and saints in heaven and in earth
you are my Redeemer; please redeem me, for you are the
fullness of thy body; come bow down my soul, kneel upon
your great altar of mercy. live and leads my sole spirit to
your kingdom, where everything comes to exist and end to
your salvation of peace amongst earthly moulds, oh! my
immortal soul, rejoice thy eternal dimension of saints and
angels
you are my Redeemer; please redeem me, for you are
fullness of the eternal grace, You are my mind, bring me
forth to the fortress, of your heavenly kingdom, my
completeness belongs only to you take me Lord, where you
reign forever, for you are my repose, and give me the perfect
gift that cannot be grasped by any living being in this time
give me Lord, the wisdom to understand, the authority when
i ask; to heal and cleanse my body, through Jesus Christ, the
name above every name and redeemer of my eternal light soul
and spirit, the begotten son of the Father, who is the first born
of the Pleroma of grace
as i invoke, in Jesus name, grant thy humble human heart
to see and anchor my ears in your precious blood, let my faith
and hope lives in your everlasting life, and my spirit be in your
arm; place me, in your beloved elect and thy blessed greatness
of your love, may the psychic God, of the universe, grant me the
wonderful mystery of your heavenly kingdom
may the faith of your humble servant to be in you in all your
greatness and power, and may your glory, praise and wisdom
lives in our souls and spirit forever and ever, Amen
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All nature has a feeling
All nature has a feeling: woods, fields, brooks
Are life eternal: and in silence they
Speak happiness beyond the reach of books;
There's nothing mortal in them; their decay
Is the green life of change; to pass away
And come again in blooms revivified.
Its birth was heaven, eternal it its stay,
And with the sun and moon shall still abide
Beneath their day and night and heaven wide.
poem by John Clare
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Probing Questions
Is there something more to life, than endless days of toil and strife?
Is there something after all of this; a Hell below or a Heavenly Bliss?
Can there truly be life after death, this when we take our final breath?
That question always asked is why; do innocent people have to die?
Why do righteous people perish, while evil seems to always flourish?
Friend is there truly a Living God, who rules above the earth we trod?
And does God truly care for us; mortal beings that return to the dust?
Can anyone have true peace of mind, in this world that is so unkind?
Why’s there evil darkness everywhere, if He is a God filled with care?
And why would a God full of love, simply sit and watch from above?
These are just a few of many more, questions asked about my Lord,
Questions that you may have asked; some in the not so distant past.
Many questions are Satan’s reproof, to keep many from God’s Truth,
Let none of them keep you from, Christ who from Heaven has come,
With answers to these and more, on questions about Heaven’s Door.
The Spirit leads to God’s Word, with the answers to questions heard,
Eternal answers which you will find, fill your heart not just your mind.
Where God not just answers them, but gives new life to all my friend.
Then all the questions are second to, the Eternal Life He’s given you.
And now an answer in my life, is to Heaven I’m going in Jesus Christ.
(Copyright ©06/2007)
The POET from the POEM
That lady -
whose eyes can see no ordinary eyes can see,
and desolate winds crying for her name
till truth and lies are all the same;
who knows how she ate the stars at night,
yet left the old moon sleeping in the sky?
Certainly she married that awful death
only not to die.
Out of her hands there came blood,
till blood covered her flesh.
And the blood had life...had sweeter life
till blood became her flesh.
How can you know the poet from the poem,
or sift the melody from its song?
Judge me, for I'll say
that lady -
is the poet and he being the blood, her poem.
poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
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This is my body
This is my body that you see
It is beautiful carved by God’s hands
Smoothened by His breaths
You will love it and want to have it
To touch and caress
To be feasted upon by the hunger
Of your eyes and thirst of your lips
To be rubbed by the coldness of your body
Seeking the warmth of my flesh
This is my body that you will first see
But there is more in me than my body
This soul that seeks your soul
This beautiful soul that seeks the beauty of your soul
The hands of my spirit reaching out to your invisible hands
They have all for years been longing to clasp
My soul longing to be with your soul
So they can be together
To be fused with each other as one
To be happy and calm and perfect
To that final place where this body
Shies away because something more beautiful
Inside it shines and glows and becomes
So beautiful in all eternity
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Forgotten Dead, I Salute You
Dawn has flashed up the startled skies,
Night has gone out beneath the hill
Many sweet times; before our eyes
Dawn makes and unmakes about us still
The magic that we call the rose.
The gentle history of the rain
Has been unfolded, traced and lost
By the sharp finger-tips of frost;
Birds in the hawthorn build again;
The hare makes soft her secret house;
The wind at tourney comes and goes,
Spurring the green, unharnessed boughs;
The moon has waxed fierce and waned dim:
He knew the beauty of all those
Last year, and who remembers him?
Love sometimes walks the waters still,
Laughter throws back her radiant head;
Utterly beauty is not gone,
And wonder is not wholly dead.
The starry, mortal world rolls on;
Between sweet sounds and silences,
With new, strange wines her beakers brim:
He lost his heritage with these
Last year, and who remembers him?
None remember him: he lies
In earth of some strange-sounding place,
Nameless beneath the nameless skies,
The wind his only chant, the rain
The only tears upon his face;
Far and forgotten utterly
By living man. Yet such as he
Have made it possible and sure
For other lives to have, to be;
For men to sleep content, secure.
Lip touches lip and eyes meet eyes
Because his heart beats not again:
His rotting, fruitless body lies
That sons may grow from other men.
He gave, as Christ, the life he hadÑ
The only life desired or known;
The great, sad sacrifice was made
For strangers; this forgotten dead
Went out into the night alone.
There was his body broken for you,
There was his blood divinely shed
That in the earth lie lost and dim.
Eat, drink, and often as you do,
For whom he died, remember him.
poem by Muriel Stuart
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Rocking lullaby! !
A lullaby as silence sings
Back and fourth the soul swings
Caressing and with gentle embrace
A lullaby as silence plays
Away from its mortal shell
Within its realm the soul dwells
By rocking moves as silence beats
In calmness the soul exists
Silence sings its lullaby
With wings of joy the soul flies
Senses and reason to bring close
In lullaby silence rocks
Reasoning mind senses listen
Real becomes the world within
Need of the flesh the soul’s demand
To intersect as one to stand
Calm serene and soft lullaby
Knot our being to entwine
poem by Fasika Ayalew
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Heaven Is Awaiting
Yes, Heaven is awaiting me, where my Lord, I know I’ll see,
When I leave this earthly life, to be greeted by Jesus Christ.
Whether through a veil of death, when I take my last breath,
Or in the twinkling of an eye, when I am raptured to the sky.
For in Christ I know my friend, this life earthly is not my end.
For this is a temporal place, where we find the Lord’s Grace,
We’re given by God, eyes to see, after this life is an eternity,
Using then the Spirit’s lead, He helps us recognize our need.
With God’s Word of Revelation, He opens eyes to salvation,
And lead by The Holy Spirit, He opens all hearts who hear it.
When in God we put our trust, He makes room above for us,
As Christ has an eternal home, for all The Lord calls His own,
Prepared without human hands, well above the earthly lands.
Rooms that’ll eternally endure, built by the hands of our Lord,
Abodes built in Heaven above, prepared by our Savior’s love.
A home lacking nothing at all; gone is the curse from the fall,
Never again a troubled heart; once there we’ll never depart.
No more worries and/or fears, as Jesus wipes away all tears.
This earthly life will be no more, once in Glory with The Lord,
And as this world passes away, in Heaven we’ll forever stay.
(Copyright ©02/2007)
A Hot Patch
All the wayward words
mock me for inadequacy.
I remain detached from meaning,
emigrating to eloquence of wordless solitude.
The hymen breaks.
Dumb poems cry. I don’t want to be buried
in ruins of daydreams.
Sandstorms have a strange melancholy, holocaust.
A legitimate uprooting of faith.
Sometimes I feel a hot patch
of sun on my face.
One moon away was my cool,
abode in a green painting,
but the frost never melted.
This darkness is only companion,
I will talk to winds.
The comments on riddles will continue.
A selection of memories,
will make my meditation.
The friction in history was shame.
May be love will win.
poem by Satish Verma
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Life For Life
Internally old organism
Rejected its fetus
But occuring reactions won't allow
To tear out the bringer
Of human existence
Fight for life - what life,
Which one question
In great fulfilmnet life was created
To sacrifice - life for life...
Off happiness for human
Satisfaction left is
Impotence and emptiness...
And scattered human
Creation is being removed...
Save life - but what life,
Which one question piece by piece,
Effectively and carefully
Small head which was
Supposed to see the world
(to give happiness and
mother's devotion)
Inertly lies in the surgeon's hands -
A few stumps, closed and blood covered
Eye - lids, deadly grimace
Of the childish face...
Someone must stay life -
-But what for, why?
Emptiness will persist,
Nervous breakdown and fear...
Looking at the deadly fetus in all -
-Embracing inability
weeping won't help
in blood - life is taken away to rescue
(Another) life
and then...to forget (?) - life for life
Unforgettable grief...
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