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 Jul 2018
Akira Chinen
How lucky is the gun
that never has to feel
the pulse of the blood
that it spills

how lucky is the gun
that thunders so loud
it never has to hear
the screams  of the futures
it steals away

how lucky is the gun
to know no guilt or sin
that is left behind
in the gunpowder
that now stains our hands
 Jul 2018
Edmund black
Sent with love
Tango with love
Camouflaged by love
I escaped my cage
Not a soul on earth
can ever trick me
into going back
Regardless what
you tell me
I am free.
I never quite understand why people fear being loved!
 Jul 2018
Edmund black
It’s

                             Never

                              Okay

                                To

                           ­    Treat

                              People

                                Like

                         ­      They

                                Are

                           Disposable
One Love , One Heart ,One Earth                              ONE

                                     ONE

                                     ONE

                                        
He is there but nobody sees him
He speaks but no one can hear
He lives his life in confinement
And no one ever comes near.
To watch him He looks rather lonely
He is lost that is perfectly clear.
Once a child in the arms of his mother
And his father would always be near.
But parants don't last forever
And soon they are no longer here
Now there  is nobody out there
To chase away all of his fears.
He walks to his flat he has no one
Loneliness his only friend
Is this what he really lives for
With nothing to show at the end.
Let's start from the very beginning
It happens in this day and age
Take note of this lonely stranger
Invisible in so many ways.
Watched a documentary a couple of years ago about the amount
Of people who live on their own it was amassing. Although this poem
Is a true case of a man who really was let down by the people around
Him saddly he was like being invisible  in the eyes of the world.
He just didn't fit in with others .
 Jul 2018
Khoisan
You play an integral part in the
Blueprint of creation
From the beginning until the end
God is relentless in his persuit to
Bring you back to him
Never mind what you do
Right or wrong
The only thing that God won't
Interfere with is your free will
To choose.
Forever under the shadow of his mighty wings
You are all included in
God's Infinite Bucket List
There is no greater love
 Jul 2018
Khoisan
The judge asked him to speak
All he kept on saying was
The money made me do it
The money drove me to it
The money did that
The money did this
Then the judge said looking at
The money infront of him
If you can  convince
This money to talk
I will set you free from all charges
He then looked at the pile of money
Crying profusely he said
Your honour
Don't you know....MONEY CANT TALK
The love for money (that is mute)is the root of evil
The space I have
needs someone to fill up
and found none so far.


I cursed the man for invading
into the May notes of casuarinas
on a space all my own
before the sun was alluringly soft
on the tender hearts by the sea
finding love in whispered notes
sheltered by the swaying trees.

Found many and none
and their vacuous echoes
question where I failed
or was there precious silence
speaking it wasn't a void
that I ravaged into sands
of futile recollections and laments.


The mercury was falling
over the man as I left him
and soon the creed of hope
would break in like evernew waves
around a vacuum of empty space.
Talsari beach, May 13, 2018
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