Venus code

Venus code

29 February 2016

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Open me

With delicate hands

I am book

Of shadows

With paragraphs and verses

Written in blood ink

 

Read me low

I am talk of love

Whispered soft

Between hearts

I speak of solace and tears

Coupled emotions

 

Recite me

I am soul’s prayer

Neither prey

Nor slayer

I am rosary of hope

In shaking fingers

 

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Courtesy pinterest – Sandro Botticelli’s Venus

 

Psalmody

Holy litany

I speak faith

Blue magnets

Drowned in deep set intentions

Of love and Sunrise

 

Golden Age

Written in my palms

From spirit

The glory

In walking frame miracle

Of star’s energy

 

Venus code

Coursing through my blood

My roots blue

In cosmos

Give fruit of sparkle and flames

I am sky woman

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Silence – Lucia

Days – Lucia

Yours – Lucia

Small satisfactions

Small satisfactions

29 February 2016

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Whispering

They invoke heartbeats

Laughter shines

Between sighs

Their hands draw the lows and highs

Each other’s confines

 

We are them

A glorious emblem

Of waking

In the love

Mantle of joy from above

Gracing our shoulders

 

Our smiles light

Lips exhaling slow

Broken days

Breath of nights

From times our jaws were set tight

Like life rope walker

 

Walls shudder

From growing fusion

Of bodies

You or me

The borders I cannot see

You end I begin

 

Then I end

Within your debut

Hushed fiat lux

When you grow

Fairy wings that I now sow

With my dying breath

 

Downtrodden

Small satisfactions

Console me

Like fingers

Brushing soft across my face

Wings of Angel’s grace

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Little things – Lotte Kestner

Wait for me – Lotte Kestner

Halo – Lotte Kestner

 

To love a shadow

To love a shadow

28-29 February 2016

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The heart knows

Stories of lovers

Beyond Death

Beyond Time

Beyond pretense of the rhyme

When heartbeats spoke Truth

 

Jane, Ann, Ruth

I now have no name

No one calls

Like leaf falls

The pitter patter of me

Is soundless echoes

 

Orphaned hands

They twitch in waking

To lost face

In Time’s sands

History in the making

Legends of disgrace

 

All is lost

Some wounds never heal

The appeal

Is to heart

For when sadness does depart

Gaping hole remains

 

Counting tears

Assessing the cost

Of dark fears

That shunned her

Remnants of faded sounds stir

Memories of living

 

I knew you

Like obsession’s ink

You drove me

To the brink

Inches of blinding madness

As I distilled you

 

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In wine’s haze

I dissolve your thoughts

Brewery

Salvation

Gate to intoxication

You haunt my footsteps

 

I change skies

Like you change white shirts

Neat and smart

Cufflinks art

Ornaments like my clouds stain

Safe haven for rain

 

You wipe them

As they settle rust

Tiny dots

Mock Silver

Stain less steel for my killer

While I drench starched cuffs

 

They pierce me

The gift she once made

Tying ends

Loose nooses

Extremities on same arms

That oft held her too

 

I throw them

Into winding pits

Of my mind

Eyes now blind

To the spaces in between

What was and will be

 

I keep none

Cuffs and links oppress

Simple dress

I adorn

My mind learning has begun

To love a shadow

 

Reading of the poem: 

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The shadows of my name – Emma Ruth Rundle

Night visions – White lilac

The colour of the night – Lauren Christy

Within the absence of all

Within the absence of all

28 February 2016

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Happiness

Empty three vocals

Caught in throat

As I float

Otherworldly hands grasp me

My world is now shut

 

Like regret

Make me your sunset

Fading light

Glow me night

Seek me in the open winds

Where horizons merge

 

Wish me stars

I have hidden scars

Under lace

Through silk cloths

That speak of fiercest cuttings

Coursing through the wild

 

Let me be

There are reasons small

They crouch slight

As we call

Summoning of the amused

Pitfalls of laughter

 

Free my soul

Cease the mindless quest

Heart’s arrest

Is wane fate

Tomorrow I will be whole

In blood of my kind

 

Grant me void

Let me spin empty

Into dark

Glittering

Within the absence of all

None that I recall

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Versa – We are not what we say we are

Through the flying times I knelt

Through the flying times I knelt

27 February 2016

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We are born

Like in a whirlwind

The hours strike

Our birth’s time

Like flame of burning candle

Sketched in the tempest

 

We grow needs

The crowning of life

Wilting through

What heart heeds

Within the morrows I sow

Food for my own thought

 

There are shades

Painted within me

Where I find

Alternates

Possibilities to breathe

Scarcity of you

 

We are born

Like paper airplanes

The winds lift

The winds rip

They set us lone and adrift

From our shining selves

 

I am not

My death is open

Like a book

Angular

Each corner a tilting point

Where I die some more

 

The fate blind

She grants me token

Of morrows

Where I lie

A closed copy of myself

Within deep set grave

 

We are born

Like a flight of geese

Panicked flight

Left to right

The Northern skies ours to please

As we yearn Southern

 

Fortune said

She favours the brave

I forgot

How it felt

To wish upon a new day

Untainted by sigh

 

Holy grails

Within my faint grasp

Air leaving

As I gasp

Through the flying times I knelt

My tidings the nails

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Black & Blue – Archive

Again – Archive

Distorted Angels – Archive

Axiom – Archive

 

Like love in heart spent

Like love in heart spent

27 February 2016

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Yesterday

Apple trees were ripe

Fruit garden

Shone yellow

Of fruit only the mellow

We ate in shared joy

 

The leaves green

Caressing the skies

In sunrise

The eyes bright

Sparkling with the brightest sheen

We rode the heavens

 

I count mice

Companions of fate

They run wild

Feet bellow

Scraping through the bowl they flee

Inside me hollow

 

A flag waves

Crimson on dead white

It beckons

To misdeeds

The greed grows dark as it feeds

On remnants of flesh

 

Humble beg

Radiation’s creed

They shuffle

On sad deck

We store far more than we need

Food stops at the neck

 

I am dead

The swarming bees hushed

Lift my frame

Twining flame

He ushers my faded self

As blood in me rushed

 

In today

I walk roaring cliffs

That watch seas

End circles

The air I breach is hurdles

That slow my descent

 

Tomorrow

We will follow whiffs

Of once more

When joys lay

Within horizons soft breeze

Like love in heart spent

Reading of the poem:

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Low – Lullaby

The passage of sunken Time

The passage of sunken Time

26 February 2016

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Scorching skies

Lighting up the night

Blazing warmth

Red heavens

Colours fusing in opposed

One and Contrary

 

Life arbitrary

Chancing upon smoke

Smoldering

Ashes strewn

Within the logs that we poke

Memories of havens

 

Black ravens

Announce the coals’ path

Floundering

Souls in flight

Flames licking as they quiver

Suspended visions

 

Revisions

Crossing out the tides

Backward seas

Stenciled hope

Carbon copy as I grope

In empty insides

 

The ice melts

Rivers of wonder

Heartbeats’ light

White thunder

Northern star that sets me right

As the space rock pelts

 

Pick pieces

Cherry on the cake

As I slice

Life’s relish

I often have the same dish

Served stale in arrears

 

Break the fears

We breathe in circles

Our echoes

Drums beating

The passage of sunken Time

Handing heart I mime

 

Reading of the poem: 

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