Waters in rivers

Waters in rivers

26 January 2016

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The lazy sunshine



Our creased and tired bodies

That night had stitched tight


We withdrew

Chasing the slumber

Your neck firm

Nose in crooks

Of those times I could write books

Tantalising flights


Inside you

Lemon and honey

The bees clung

The flies cried

Upon your shirt my tears dried

Summer was blazing


Winter came

It skipped autumn’s leaves

Fast hurtled

Blood curdled

The scream never left my lips

Smothered in silence


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Outside Blue

Scent of jam wasted


Mossy bread

Knives tearing inside my head

Remains of dried fruit


Apple pie

Clammy like a lie

Stuffed throat

Faces gloat

The love is not for keeping

Like us you’re weeping


I dive lone

Into bleak memories

The lakes blue

The sun high

The heart brimming in a sigh

Plunge in Neverland



The path to surface



From everything the Heart shied

Tray gold food rotten


Within dreams

My toe meets your knee


Stolen touch

Alas memories how they flee

With my sight waking


I stand still

The birds now chirp low

Their beaks keen

Hues unseen

Colours fuse on window sill

The glass a blue wall


They fly free

While I turn my back


By design

Running still on the same track

In childhood I whine


Bring me now

To this grown body

Dried raisins

Await me

You and I a haunted ghost

Abyss clothed in skins


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She timeless

Runs through the forests

Laughter bright

Hooded night

A shield from morrows

Binds her to your corpse



You cut the ropes loose

Hanging hard

Clinging on

The loose ends ring emptily

The feelings now dawn



Threads of silk flutter

You are gone

The clouds fall

Crashing on Earth they are born

Waters in rivers


Now I live

Unseeing eye strays

Blank stares freeze

Warm Heart thaws

There are reasons to forgive

I find many ways


Reading of the poem: 

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Outside your world – Arcana

Lost in Time – Arcana

Serenity – Arcana

A choir of Angels

Scent of tomorrow

Scent of tomorrow

25 January 2016

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Fog covered

The memory of love

Silent space

Buried Time

An inclination to rhyme

Lost in my ink’s beak


The heart dies

Never flirt with lies

Tell tall tales

Flying whales

Transparence in the absence

Of throbbing matters


Should I speak

Bones break silences sway

Dancing lights

Blinding sights

A corpse bride dressed in tatters

The future rust bleak


Will iron

Maidens lost in sleep

Yet they weep

Death did creep

Oh the maidens how they weep

In my heart dead mirth


Sixteen crows

Dealt me quick dark blows

Endings near

Lost the fear

My walk has risen through Time

Now we leave this Earth


Look behind

The pathways they do unwind


Bridges burnt

I live from my lessons learnt

Time a misplaced space


Never weep

Those eyes pray keep dry


Love the sun

Waters may touch only feet

Keep tears when we meet


Moon waxes

Its light ebbing tide

And I wane


Pegasus your lovely mane

Bore tidal glory


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An inclination

Lost nation

Pennies counts

Doorways to other dark worlds

I travel fearless


The Heart flies

In Love I walk whole

Dead timber

My pathway

Burnt bridges my inks restore

Wooden languages


Tell me lies

I will decant rhymes

Holy chimes

End riddles

A pied piper roamed in Times

Of dark and fiddles


Play me smooth

Piano and cello

Hand on one

Stroking next

You had me once at hello

Now goodbyes linger


I built them

The raging towers

Shining dark

Voice and spark

Reclusion the destiny

Mind’s perpetuity


Hearts break chains

Heat melting metal



I turned outwards all sorrow

My streams bathed in red


I will call

The moonbeams of Mars

Gods’ altar

Six steps East

Blue whistles invoke the Beast

Nine arrows falter


We grow tall

Though weather relays


Red sandstorms

Feel whiffs in scurried delays

Scent of tomorrow


Reading of the poem: 


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Svanire – Ludovico Einaudi

Writing poems – Ludovico Einaudi

Burning – Ludovico Einaudi

Cache-cache – Ludovico Einaudi

Love is a mystery – Ludovico Einaudi

Oltremare – Ludovico Einaudi

Life – Ludovico Einaudi


Inside hopes flourish

Inside hopes flourish

24 January 2016

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This body

Holds on desperate

The lost home

Mere memory

Sinking in silver clad dreams

Ocean of glitter


These strong hands

They built blue castles

Scented roads

Lilac words

Forget-me-nots that murmured

Under reddened skies


The minds strings

Latched upon grey beads



The sprinkled glass of knowledge

That you and I broke


Reaching out

Tendrils spread tender



Spaces blackened by self wish

Thoughts huddled in dark


Ignite spark

I see you within

Where blood flows

Your face glows

Shining echoing through frame

Sustaining my gait


Wizened said

Keep the faith in bloom

Better late

Than never

Forget the count of seconds

The first is trial


Blind wolf wails

Heart in denial



Time folding and space bereft

The dust it calls so


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The grazed knees

The weight took over

Ticking bomb


The shards a landscape of hurt

Heart covered in dirt


Pieces blink

Edge of tomorrow

Timeless brink

Where we sink

Initiation a cross

I carry alone


In dreamtime

I built once a house

Made of glass

And glory

Spent in countless arguments

With me, mine and mind


You hammered

I clung to rooftops

They shattered

Caving fall

The walls the red chimney’s flanks

My insides splattered


Grim inking

We face our regrets

Without shame

Only pain

Surging through the corpses lain

The hope that shines through


Sour faces

The hearts worlds apart


Red inks spots

On blue plains of silence smart

Wincing wish hovers


Free me now

The dust it calls so

Winds tearing

Earth writhing

I have no more seeds to sow

The desert hushes


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Fairies died

Chains smashing on moon

She winced once

Every chain

Her blue face in pelting rain

Ropes and souls dragged on


I will walk

Into the dead ends

Where we ride


Double talk a way to spin

Stardust and iron


We are more

Though our hopes run thin

Our hearts beat

In our feet

Journeys of thousand battles

New dreams we will build


Now you know

All that is bonded

Only flies


Shackles one’s own demons’ cries

Come forget all sighs


Build a nest

I will fly through skies


Wings flapping

Crossing through dreamtime’s hissing

Darkened lullabies


The sun shines

Where darkness low hides



Its ink in slow tides

Secrets lark confides


Heart compass

North faces the South

Soundless words

Endless rhythm

And though the dust it calls so

Inside hopes flourish


Reading of the poem : 


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432Hz The Cinematic Orchestra – To Build a Home

Ludovico Einaudi – Nuvole bianche

Ludovico Einaudi – Time Lapse/Life A4=432Hz

Ludovico Einaudi – Experience

Ludovico Einaudi – Fly 432 hz

Ludovico Einaudi – Run A4=432Hz

Ludovico Einaudi – Divenire

Do you see?

Do you see?

23 January 2016



Do you see

The falling memories

They build lakes

Steeped in blue

The hue of moonshine

She and I were two


Did you know


Red meets blue

Purple tunes

The fusion of the phoenix

Rising from ashes


Child in me

Picks up drawing ink

Squaring planes

Circles twined

Profusion of connections

Slits into the soul


You are blind

Like we were once deaf

Our worlds shut

Like tight breath

Exhaling from compressed lips

Landscapes of sorrow


The silence


All dead words

In white shroud

My dark shadows lost in cloud

Nine a mere number


In your mind

Your thoughts roam alone

Path of stone

Ropes for blind

Highways grey crumbs left behind

Bricks for the tender

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Trick or treat

Guessing overstayed


Time precious

Ticks sucking red drops of life

Amusement parks themes


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Dark playgrounds

I seldom choose black

Shapes curving

Circles full

Foot ventures not on dead track

Misplaced wanderings


Truth and lies

Tilting sceneries

Wilting rose

Doubts impose

Proximity’s timed playthings

Stuffed toys for musings


Bask in light

Revered distant star

Twinkle bright

Lost the fight

We honour your corpse buried

Six blue feet under


Thieves plunder

Jewels of your chest

Show and tell

Cast a spell

Between words plastered and song

The walls hearts arrest


Clock ticks talks

Language spelt or read

Hymns for dead

Clues for child

Imagination runs wild

My aim in clear head


Do you see

The wasted morrows

They sink ships

Hidden hues

Swarms of bees suckling pristine

Sprouting of my Blues

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Francesca Gagnon – Querer (Cirque du Soleil)

Una noche mas — Μία νύχτα ακόμα– YASMIN LEVY-LYRICS -Greek

Arno Elias -El corazon – Η καρδιά (greek subtitles)

The Cinematic Orchestra – Arrival of The Birds (432 hz)

The Devil’s wife

The Devil’s wife

22 January 2016

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She walked among people aware of all the feelings flowing towards her. Their daily thoughts of love, hatred, anger, fear, a magmatic melting pot of emotions, volcanic spluttering of tendrils. All of this surrounded her and she felt like a sieged castle on the brink of surrender. The moats’ water ran low and no beasts occupied the entrenched excavations. The drawbridge had not been lifted and the castle was open to attacks but none ventured further. A bridge of energy higher than any physical entrenchment stood bleak against the surge of the feelings. She had learnt since several years to feel the emotions but not be submerged by them or give in to their tides. This feeling of being on the brink of the abyss stayed with her always as she had to live on the edge in order to accomplish her mission. It was at the edge that she could be most successful as that was where her mission of rescue was the most fruitful but that feeling of being on the brink of the void was exhausting on the long run.


A wise man, occupied much by the void himself, Friedrich Nietzsche, once said “And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you”. She had gazed into the void for so long and sure enough it had gazed back into her very soul. It had not only gazed back, it had gathered itself and walked into her parlour with a heady proposal. She would have the power not just to help those she meant to rescue but her powers would increase such that she would be able to heal fully those she meant to help. Until then she had only been able to advise, bestow compassion and love to make those desperate feel hopeful again and willing to turn their life around. With this proposal if she accepted it she would be able to cure them fully. Every energy distortion, every minute item in their body that had gone wrong, she would be able to heal it and make it functional again. “Arise and walk Lazarus” whispered her mind. What a strange sensation associating both matters, like welding beauty and the beast. Was it really strange though, she pondered. Opposites attract he answered her in her mind his hand on the small of her back, strangely soothing.


She turned around, her eyes meeting nothing as usual though she felt his keen presence. She thought back to the first time he had gathered himself to come meet her. His dark robes flowing around him fully lit by the small stars that glistened like crystals within a dark river, he had glided towards her, his energy seething with the strength of a thousand thunderstorms. That was one of the very rare times when he had allowed her to see him.


  • I am not your opposite, she said looking squarely at the level of where she knew his eyes were. She felt him smile. You are an angel too, though a fallen one, she carried on.


  • Yes my dear and that is all the difference. I have fallen and am therefore on the opposite curve of where you tread


  • But you love, she said. I know you love me, I feel it very strongly. It was not to take over my soul that you made me that proposal. You know you cannot take my soul, even if I were to give it to you.


  • I know, he acquiesced, but I am not even trying. I want all of you. For me, you are my Queen and will be so truly. You will accomplish my prophecy too. The red and the blue will fuse through you and purple will be born. There is no stopping that now, Blue. This world will have to move to the next stage and mortals will have to achieve that by enabling my prophecy. You will enable my prophecy, he ended, his face millimeters from her face. She could feel his lips against hers, his energy engulfing her, his love encompassing her whole being.


  • I know we cannot stop anything now but at least the way it happens can be changed. Why do you need to shed all that blood? It does not even amuse you so why do it? Can you not grant me that as our wedding gift, she ended, her voice pleading now as she broke away from the touch, her back towards him now. She felt his glowering energy grow even stronger and the heat was almost unbearable before he realised, cooling it down and instantly repairing the scars that had started forming around her spine.


  • So you agree, he said softly in her head.


He scooped her up gleefully and she let herself be carried briefly before asking him mentally to put her down again. That brief moment of being carried had made her remember how it was to fly with her own wings. She looked back at him from the corner of her eye and realised he was allowing her to see part of him again. Those beautiful wings, black and scintillating against the backdrop of the reddish skies she could see from the window behind him. If only she could get hers back but she knew that they had to be renounced when she had entered here. Only he could defy the rules like he had defied them so long ago yet like all children, he was just being stubborn. Why had it come to that level of hatred and anger, she simply could not understand but then again, she was love and love can only understand hatred to a certain extent.


In her mind’s eye she could see her own wings, beautiful, white and in between silken and fluffy at the inside where the smaller feathers grew regularly. How those spots at her shoulder blades ached when she thought of those lost wings! When she slept she could feel that sensation again, to fly like an eagle. She turned back towards him and realised he had come up close again, his lips touching hers again very softly.


  • Yes I agree, she said. I will be your wife provided you grant me that wish. Make sure your people are aware of all my conditions. I also need means of this world to carry out my projects of help to the destitute so make sure that your lackeys provide me the financial means to do that quickly.


  • Who would have thought, he laughed throatily at the idea, that all those saintly people, all those tight-lipped nuns and their protégées would be helped by none other than the Devil’s wife.


As he roared with mirth – he was indeed a terribly naughty being not half as bad as people thought he was – she moved away from him walking towards the mirror. She gazed long and hard at herself, expecting to see some monstrous transformation take over her features but nothing else than her warm and frank eyes met her gaze. Her face was as relaxed, calm and soothing as she had always appeared to others. He crept up behind her saying softly in her head that he could not leave her alone for even one second for she was so vital to him, to his actual survival.


He had of course fooled around with many women in this plane, some of them even having angelic roots like hers but none had captured his attention and heart as she had done. He told her softly that she was his soulmate, the woman of his eternity and that there was nothing to worry about regarding her physical frame because soon enough they would all be living in a completely different environment and she needn’t die nor ever grow older than she was at the time of the transfer. She knew he could even make her younger now if she wished so but she had no desire of going back to her 30s.


  • You never told me your name, she said softly turning back towards him.


  • Belzebu, he said caressingly as he took her hand and kissed it, sealing their pact. Then in a stage whisper he said for the benefit of none else than both of them or perhaps there were more of his own kind around “I give you for your caretaking and eternal service to her, my Queen, the Devil’s wife”. The air buzzed with hums of energy and she realised then that they were surrounded by energetic beings albeit much less powerful than her future husband.


She looked back at the mirror but there was only herself and then she realised that on the top of her head, there was something that looked like a dark scintillating tiara. She felt no excitement nor fear, just the full awareness that she would have the opportunity of doing so much more than she had ever been able to do. She was not even worried that he would change her nature and in fact he actually loved that very thing about her, that she was so different from him, that she only strived to help others. Opposites do attract she thought to herself just as letters flashed on the TV screen before her branding their union “The Devil’s Wife”.


He sure loved things in grand style she thought to herself laughing internally at his utter childish approach towards such matters. All those symbols and grandiloquent items that he made his minions adopt, just games of an unrelenting child. She laughed again internally, she really could not bring herself to fear him. I like that my beloved wife, he voiced in her mind, hugging her tightly as she sank back against his broad chest, her aching shoulder blades finally soothed by the energetic impact of the root of his wings as he lifted her and they started flying across the skies that had turned dark. Perhaps she could change him and somehow they could level out the energy in the new world to achieve balance she thought to herself and she could feel his mirth from the heaving of the energy behind her as he chided playfully “My beautiful stubborn Angel, my sweetheart, my wife; the Devil’s wife”.


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Babel – Caparezza e Radiodervish

Habibi – Radiodervish

Belzebù – Radiodervish

Queen of the Damned – L.A. Mansion and Extended Flying Sequence (Deleted scene XI)



Bells will ring pealing roar in elegy

Bells will ring pealing roar in elegy

21 January 2016

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The tuning of love few delicate wires

A me and a do and so many cuts

Of heart felt the true not the peacock’s struts

Slight flight of the dove in cage of desires


The push and the shove old caveman admires

A hundred years too compound his sore guts

The warning cuckoo despairs timeless ruts

Of velvet the glove then welded by fires


I walk on the edge of a tight street rope

On right the healing soars with energy

On border of ledge still uphill the slope


Knee sore from kneeling bonded the clergy

Renewing the pledge with balance to cope

Bells will ring pealing roar in elegy


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Reading of the poem

Caught out in the rain – Beth Hart

Perhaps perhaps perhaps – Halie Loren

Am I the One – Beth Hart

As Time goes by – Halie Loren

If I tell you I love you – Beth Hart & Joe Bonamassa

A Woman’s Way – Halie Loren

Setting me Free – Beth Hart

Fly between Atoms

Fly between Atoms (A series of Brevette)

21 January 2016

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Reading of the poem

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Free bird fly – Omnia