Still searching

Searching for my purpose.I no longer have use for timeI believe what I'm searching for is timeless,It goes beyond the fabric of space.So many stars, i wanna be the brightest .Walk amongst them and reflect,Let go of feelings of neglect. Galaxies filled with promise. End Thank you for reading, it really does mean a lot... Continue Reading →

Blessed Sunday

Waking up everyday is a blessing.We take it for granted.Let us not forget why we are here,Lets us not fade away.Hold on to your faith,It shall take you fruther. Have a blessed sunday everyone.

Thoughts to ponder

You asked for a reason and i give you two.You asked for meaning and i gave you a defintion.You said you loved me and i loved you too,You asked me to stay and I brought a chair.You changing for no reason.I said loved you and you starred blankly .Forever was over quickly,Whats the meaning of... Continue Reading →

We All Need Love

Pretoria Poetry Club

The moment we hear the word “love”, our minds automatically think of falling ‘in love’. But… Do we ever think of love- you know… Just love?

The love of a family, a friend, the love of that guy’s name you always seem to forget but is always there to listen to your problems. Do we ever consider that kind of love? I leave that for you to decide.

I want you to think of that one person whom you love and try and find a reason for loving that person. There may be a million different reasons from a million different people, but one reason is certain… We all love the one’s we love just because… Just because we all need love.

I love you all.

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Power

"Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men..." Sir John Dalberg-Acton, 8th Baronet power Greedy minds can't rule over a prosperous land.All you know is to take and takeWithout giving.Empty promises with no substanceLeaders with no visionIts a sore sightMy heart is heavyHow do we let them continueIs it brainwash... Continue Reading →

Perfectly Clean

Umflop!

If only the river water
washed off the veils
we use to cloak ourselves
even though
the human stains
we attempt to hide
with immaculate cotton
wick to the weave
like pious blood
blossoming into the world
thus shouting
I am a Sinner
when the only sin
is covering up
to hide the shame,
fruitlessly believing
your innermost thoughts
might escape
the notice of the divine.

copyright © 2021 Kenneth P. Gurney

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Witnessing

Meditatio Ephemera

Life leaves those
you love at
its own pace, in
its own way:

the brief violence
of injury, the
cataclysmic failure
of brain or heart.

Both to be preferred,
you think now, to

the implacable tick
of illness, rogue cells
propagating, occupying
a vanishing vitality.

After a time, you wish
to find him dead,
gone in his sleep

before he becomes
too much
not himself.

You come to envy
the brief violence,
the cataclysmic failure,

anything but the
attenuating sickness,
the inexorable insult
to his faultless form,

which compels your
ragged attention — the
hollowing flanks,  the
uncertain gait —

the ruthless implications
of the failing body you
admired so

in the fullness of
its grace, its beauty.
How warm and welcome
his weight in your lap,

your grateful hand
plying his soft fur;
the resonant rumble.

You would take his
place now to spare him
the difficult disappearing

but…

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