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Who Wants Eternity

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

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

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.


In hell i

burn in this life

of despair


Raped everyday,

raped by bystanders 

and traitors 


Scarred and

deformed by the



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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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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