Quintin van Deventer

All the folks on the pursuit of joy,
Ride a rollercoaster across time
Finding and losing at each bend
The feel of terror in all its ecstasy
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Like a front from the south,
gloom sweeps over me,
with little heed it blocks the sun,
as purple raindrops fall around me.
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In a Grand Formula depicting our world
all variables, equate to zero, to nothing,
for all our actions conjure in a vacuum,
as the Sun burns out, so do we shower in it.
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Like a flawless ruby of the setting sun,
you radiate clearly across the skies,
in an array of soft and tender tones,
your splendour and warmth, ethereal.
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Like a mountain spring,
You flow through me.
With non-perennial waters,
I’ll never thirst again.
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Man has built an empire from dust today,
a world separate from that of the beasts,
govern by a new order, both civil and just,
executed by mere men with precision.
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In deafening silence she examines
the portraits of her begoned past,
surrounding her entity with dark,
pieces of life lost in every one.
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Vacant homes in a grey landscape
set against a purple sky with a tired sun
as rivers of red rages on with sick and sin
this fills my portrait which I now share
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Candy,
it wasn’t that he tried to ruin your life,
he was merely trying to make his better.
He came into your life with a bang and you liked it,
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Blue eyes and blue tears
are like glass windows peering into your soul,
where I bared witness to your implosion.
I can see, I understand your pain.
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How does one write what one feels,
how do you pour your heart around that
steal ball in your ballpoint pen.
Words have definitions, you can look them up and
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Black vacuum in my sorrow,
suck me in as if air,
to fight, is futile,
ever large, ever present.
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