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Hugo Venter Poem
I hate...
by ~H~
I hate the way you make me feel
Sick and alone, unable to heal
From the wounds of the knowledge that I'll never be
The son you wanted, clearly not me
You were never there in my younger years
To heal the bruises or dry the tears
It was always my mother who stood me by
Even when i disappointed or made her cry
Yet you wonder why we never talk
Or when you get started, i begin to walk
You are always right, no matter the fight
Screw those who dare challenge your might
So when exactly was i awarded your scorn
Was it perhaps the day i was born
Or was it the day i decided to be true
And vowed never, EVER to be like you
So fare thee well, father, fare thee well
For speak we wont, not on pain of hell
And remember me when your days are done
Cheerio, your rejected son.
-End-
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Hugo Venter Poem
Afterglow
by ~H~
I listen to you breathing
Where we lay here on the floor
Reveling in the afterglow
Bodies entwined; chests heaving
Your hand presses cool on my skin
Here in my arms where you rest
My fingers caress the lines of your back
As the calmness starts to sink in
What sweet surrender we have met
Your leg pulled over mine
Our heartbeat dances in companion rhythm
Our bodies glistening wet
I listen to your breathing
Where in my arms you lay
Content in what we've created
And a comfort undeceiving
-End-
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Hugo Venter Poem
The Rain
by ~H~
The rain falls down
Like heavens' tears
To drown all our pain
And wash away our fears
We often cry out
To the heavens above
For hope or guidance
Or an infinite love
But not always do we receive
The help that we need
But that hope we must nurture
Like an un-sprouted seed
For the rain will fall down
And saturate our earth
And that seed we kept safe
To salvation will give birth
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Hugo Venter Poem
The Forest of Inner Twilight
By Hugo
When the waking veil is lifted
And the shimmering mist disappears
We find ourselves in a forest
Full of hopes, dreams and fears
Here amidst the hollow trees
Among the dust and brittle bones
We find all that we have sacrificed
And all whom we have known
It is here among the wreckage
Of the countless broken me's
That our darkest moments linger
In places no one ever sees
No birdsong haunts this forest
And no light there pierces your eyes
It's a place of tears and twilight
And echoes of distant cries
For when the waking veil is lifted
And slumber's deep dark returned
We find ourselves in a forest
Where once a bright light had burned
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Hugo Venter Poem
Even in tough times
By H
Sing to me softly
Like the pitter-patter of rain
Falling on our shanty roof
Falling once again
Whisper to me sweetly
Like the hush of falling snow
Clinging to our shivering bodies
Begging as we go
Laugh with my gaily
Like the birds of summer sing
For even in our misery
Joy to my life you bring
So, my darling, sing to me softly
like the pitter-patter of rain
But first let me fetch a bucket
Because the roof is leaking again
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Hugo Venter Poem
Profile Of A Killer
By H
A secret is a silent stalker
It follows in the shadows; unseen
Patiently waiting, biding its time
Keeping that which had been
A secret is a breathless whisper
Sideways glances; a rustle if leaves
It creeps ever closer, and closer still
Yet It's presence no-one believes
A secret is a rolling thunder
A sonic boom over hearts and hills
Its weapon is truth, for so long sheathed
But it's intent is none the less to kill
A secret is a remorseless killer
Its solitary purpose is to bring to light
That which we we seek dearest to hide
But secrets kill, try as we might
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Hugo Venter Poem
And so it begins
by ~H~
The sun was rising on a frozen morn
The air is still and the dawn is cold
I greet this day out of sadness born
My heart is heavy and my tears are old
The sky is but pallor of grey
No birdsong greets my ears
I hide behind my mask of clay
Perfected over the years
Has he abandoned me to this fate
Am I to walk this life alone
No lover or even a loving soul mate
No place my heart can call a home
The moon is rising on a frigid night
A plane thunders high over head
I cry to the heavens to hear my plight
As tears soak into my lonely bed
The sun is rising on a frigid morn
The same as every other day
I greet that day with loathing and scorn
And behind my mask go on my way
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Hugo Venter Poem
Enraptured
by ~H~
Enraptured I stand, unable to say
What comes to mouth and mind
My eyes trace the contours of your lips
Imagining what lay there to find
My hand caresses the lines of your back
While your scent overwhelms my senses
In this moment where, we nothing lack
A meeting free of pretences
Through your hair, my fingers tangle
While your lips, my neck embrace
A silent sigh of pleasure escapes
As my cheek brushes 'gainst your face
Down on silken sheets, we lay
Your breath a fire on my skin
Fingers entwined, arms tensing
As closer, I pull you in
Hard and in time, our breathing sings
Our bodies move as one
A union, intense and undecieving
In the flash of a newborn sun
-The end-
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Hugo Venter Poem
Friday morning, 3am, I'm awake because sleep eludes me. Mr. Sandman has gone out drinking with my friend Beryl, no doubt, and subsequently neglected his charge in sending me off to slumber. It's cold. The crispness of the witching-hour air clings to my naked chest, draping itself over me like a ghostly sheet of un-life. Outside my window the silence of deep-night has spread into every corner and crevice, the dark broken but barely by the pale light of the moon. She floats silently overhead, smiling and keeping watch over us from the comfort of her star-studded heaven. Is this the time to be reflecting on the events which have transpired these past few days? In the silence of this hour my mind is filled with a confusing array of questions, accusations, assumptions, realizations and regrets. When I close my eyes I find no comfort from the pain which has become my companion, sitting on my shoulder or trailing in my shadow; always present and never far away. There was a time when I could find peace within the dark rooms of my mind. Now I find only echoes. Echoes of his heart-wrenching sobs, his crystalline tears and the sound of my own heart being torn into innumerable tiny pieces. The light from the laptop screen is hurting my eyes, piercing through the veil and pulling my soul out into the world and into words. What has become of us? Where did we go so terribly off track? How could I be so completely blind to how distant and withdrawn I had become, and the pain it was causing him? I fight back the tears for they want to revel in my sadness once again. Its 3am and silence abound. In a couple of hours the sun will rise and the world will come alive. Life does go on I suppose, but not in the way I would like it to right now. It's as though I am caught in the slipstream of some cosmic monster that's pulling me in a direction I do not want to go, but that I am powerless to resist. My tired eyes are heavy and my heart is beating slow. Sleep has not come for many a night, and it is starting to show. I'll turn off the light just now and try once again to coax my mind into slumber and my thoughts into rest, but I know that when I close my eyes and wander the hallways of my mind-house he will be there around every corner and behind every door. He will be everywhere except where he should be...which is next to me.
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Hugo Venter Poem
I have known him...
by ~H~
I have looked unto his face
And saw the face of beauty
And love and light
And all the colors of the rainbow
I have kissed his lips
And felt upon them
The embrace of the sun
On a dewy spring morning
I have looked into his eyes
And in that instant felt all resistance evaporate
Like drops of water
In the desert sun
For to have looked unto his face
Is to have known the face of beauty
And of love and light
And all the many colors of the rainbow
-End-
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