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Who Wants Eternity

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Satish Verma

In black sun
and white night,
I was ready to
breath in the arsenic!

Who was under
threat, I will ask?
The silence of the abyss
was going to upset me.

Can you stop―
these threarics, without
hurting anybody after
the unpaid debt of an
invisible devotee?

Drooping eyes
do not want to see the
setting sun in twilight.

Suckers Come

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Satish Verma

Swear me, to the end
of the beginning. Of
impossible. I wanted to
talk to honeybees. Why the
queen had left the nest
for the sweet wounds?

The intruder holds the
citadel for a ransom. Innocent
storms, will not break, massive
walls of pride. I
stand in queue to fight
with my destiny. One last time.

Nobody wants to be bisexual.
The pomegranates swell.
Fantasies swim in eyes.
I rewrite the names of
colored absconders.

Blade Of Temper

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Satish Verma

That appears my last
race, though sun refuses to set.
Ablaze steals the moment.

*

It comes apart;
the surrogacy of imperfect―
seeds of love and hate.

*

Dry leaves of a tree
will not carry the message of
a beautiful lake.

Abuse

In hell i

burn in this life

of despair

 

Raped everyday,

raped by bystanders 

and traitors 

 

Scarred and

deformed by the

trauma

 

An angry dog

doesnt trust

not after you've beaten it 

 

Evil is the norm

heroes are scarce 

in this world of scum

 

It is easier to conform

then to resist 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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NEW FRIEND

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I have a new friend that is sexy as she can be,

I cant tell you her name but her initials are KRC,

She carries in her heart a huge amount of pain,

She wont let you see it or try to explain,

Instead she will make you laugh and feel like you have known her for a long while,

When she is around me all I can do is smile,

We can talk for hours and our stories almost sound the same,

When shes gone away everything feels better when I hear her say my name,

I had to take her home 47 miles away,

I didn't think it would be such a sad day,

She held on to my arm for the entire drive,

It has been too long since I felt that alive,

We are just good friends and I know that is all we will ever be,

But that doesn't make her any less important to me,

She is free as a bird soaring in the wind,

And in me she has found a forever friend.

 

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The Judas Effect

There are traitors

as judas pretending 

to be benevolent 

 

But in secret their black

hearts divise evil schemes 

for their neighbor

 

So as judas sold the messiah

out to be crucified

so are we sold out to the dogs

by our families, friends and neighbors

to be tortured

 

These workers of iniquity in their minds 

think they do good when they really do evil 

 

Selling their brother like Joseph into bondage

betraying as Judas for mammon

 

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High and Dry

My soul is drained;

existence like a parasite

takes all it can,

leaves you high and dry 

hanging upside down

 

Pain, the imminent

impact, overloads

the system with sensations

of hopelessness;

fighting back the tidal waves of

unrelenting regret,

controlled by fear,

it leaves you exhausted of your pride,

high and dry,

hanging upside down

 

 

 

Land of the Lost Souls

Wind swept plains,

dry as bones 

 

Lifeless void,

unmarked graves

 

Blazing sun,

intense rays

 

There are ghosts

that wander

 

Still thirsting

for the water

 

But they find 

nothing but the dunes 

 

Trapped in this limbo,

more shall wonder here to die

 

Seeking the treasure

where there is no x

 

To find what they seek

is like attempting to pass through the eye of a needle

 

Many will desire

but will fall short of the prize

 

Claimed by the Land

that steals their lives

 

 

 

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Who Are You?

Secrets that go to the grave,

they won't betray their oath

 

Living double lives,

Doctor Jeckle and Mr Hyde

 

Skeletons in the closet:

you think you know a person 

 

Putting on an act,

playing both sides 

 

Preaching the salvation of Jesus 

while hailing Satan in secret

 

Who are you?

I really what to know 

 

Who, who, who, who?

 

They won't tell you who 

they are 

 

They will deny it to

the grave 

 
Tormented until they die

living their life as lie

 

Might as well have committed suicide  

 

They won't tell you who they are:

Pretending to be saints 

While bowing to darkness  

 
They've been had

for a long time

 

Pretending to be good

while being Satan claus's own little helpers

 

 

 

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