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Gerhardus Retief
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Opera of the Orchestra
A Poem by
Gerhardus Retief
Diamond floors stutter disinfectant seats for this audience. Introducing the tusking viewpoint of the sinister host. The opera of the orchestra neve..
Dark days
A Poem by
Gerhardus Retief
Now listen to the sonic fake scope of the down scope sniper iron sight. The vision will guilt your judgment? But its the only marker to encircle the ..
Singing the prayer
A Poem by
Gerhardus Retief
These whispering voices in my head have all begun to sing. Praying out the nocturnal clues on who has what to bring. Because I sank in our prospecti..
Toddler's chair
A Poem by
Gerhardus Retief
Little pale toddler in the arched up wooden chair. Splinters wait yet grinding under this child's skin. Dead since the war its why they carry wire a..
Deserve
A Poem by
Gerhardus Retief
True event
Paint the brush
A Poem by
Gerhardus Retief
I draw a Gray line in shape of a crucifix with the perfect pencil. Representing a dynamic cluster-phobic hemisphere. The mind of lies is watered by ..
Find our place
A Poem by
Gerhardus Retief
There will be approaching lights in your shaken dreams. Your dreams cannot be taken no matter what happens. Through your hair the energy walks with ..
With you
A Poem by
Gerhardus Retief
The grave keeps whispering our names through the overgrown grass. Keeping you company in forever away from never ending mass. Ever cried in a feelin..
11th Amendment
A Poem by
Gerhardus Retief
Beneath the surface above the mud in between there is something left behind. Crawling toward an unearthly grave seeking each of our minds. Confusing..
The forgotten
A Poem by
Gerhardus Retief
Cross...circle...cross lose the game in those two moves. Perfect binding skin for the scoreboard because the little scar is yours. The forgotten gam..
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