I Refuse to be a Mere Human Being
Does it matter what you say within?
Not long ago, we were tribe this or that, this caste, that clan ...
The WORD tells a different story for this reason:
In the image of Creator, we are like Him
But, how exactly? May be THE question!
Now, it has come to my attention ...
That “I am a speaking spirit being” –
That is why life and death are in the tongue:
Words we say can heal and just as wildly, kill
It is easier to kill a man, than to unspeak a curse upon him
(c) Shalom Siblings all, Deo: 20170326
Categories:
unspeak, abuse, bible, creation, god,
Form: Epigram
We carry them into the new year...
the heartaches we didn't heal
the pain we chose not to feel
the harsh words we couldn't unspeak
the ones we belittled, made weak
We carry them into the new year....
all the burning anger and hate
the love hunger we didn't sate
the brokenness we did not mend
while making a foe of a friend
We carry them into the new year...
Before these hours tick away
Hear my advice; do what I say
make amends and start anew
Pay each one what he is due
Forgiveness or friendship sweet
Offer it as a loving treat
Start the new year with this in mind
Your kinder self you need to find
Move beyond past rivalry
Look deep into eternity
For this year may be your last
Leave the pain there in the past
I'll surely try if you will too
New Year Wishes to make come true
Leave the hurt outside the door
Pass inside; there's love in store
Eileen Manassian
Categories:
unspeak, new year,
Form: Rhyme
You tell me of unimaginable things,
no lungs or breath to ever unspeak.
I am pushed into sparse mindscapes,
unseen acres allow endless germinations.
Yesterday is that which obsessively remains,
where I am selflessly engulfed in tomorrow.
In my ignorance to such woe and pain,
such sorrow.
This hour reimburses everything omitted.
and I am nothing.
I am nothing, my voice is deathly erased.
You, with rigour, inducer of mortis, and angel,
of darkness, and darkness holds you, culpable,
remover of shackles, lamb to the slaughter,
a loving Mother.
Categories:
unspeak, sorrow,
Form: Free verse
Where do
I go in dark ?
There was no moon
no taper.
*
The petals,
unspeak, fall
from the endowed,
forehead of goddess !
*
Do you believe-
in omens ?
Between right and wrong
I am crumbling.
Satish Verma
Categories:
unspeak, art,
Form: ABC
How will you carry the mount of tears
in the vally of temples ? Kites flowing
in sky of beings-egos-denials and
repeals.
Smiling at pain I unspeak to a keeper
of cage, under the shadow of golden
roses, walking with blue eyes of private
hymns.
I craved and dispossessed myself in the
rainy convulsions. The stupidity of
invoking rainbows. In tall grasses
the eyes were looking for the brazen
clouds.
And I am arrived today at the quirky
revealation to exist or not to
exist amids the crouching facts, trees
down shedding the arms and legs
always.
Satish Verma
Categories:
unspeak, art
Form: I do not know?