Twenty-three
29 May 2016
Ascension
Into red passion
Mirrored stairs
Marble squares
The chest more than bosom bares
Naked enchantment
Mind fragment
Lost in broken tides
Twin dances
Take chances
With the rhythm of futures
That the Heart nurtures
Winding tree
Gathers momentum
Twenty-three
Locked heirlooms
Fluttering in hidden rooms
As the veils unfold
Reading of the poem:
Tango D’Amor – Tango Jointz
In Grid – In Tango
El Unico – La Caina
Paced footsteps
29 May 2016
Lonely times
Gathering instants
Cast battles
Shades of scars
Revisiting lost ventures
In twilight’s shadows
Cancer grows
Where the truth falters
Purity
Forsaken
Foundations of cells shaken
By the rampant lie
Reckoning
The past shielded fruit
Covered space
Brittle lace
Icings falling off a cake
Of mouldy sweetness
Bitter taste
Of stale emptiness
Unresolved
Surging bile
Opposites in mind beguile
The waning sweet smile
Lost a while
In the frenzied pace
Renewal
Of resolve
The tides of rebirth absolve
Every living soul
Scent of space
Time immemorial
Renewed grace
Paced footsteps
Walking down the hedged lane
The trees exhale scents
Reading of the poem:
Song of the Stars – Dead Can Dance
Memory lane
29 May 2016
Shadows flee
Across wilderness
Icy fires
Light their frames
Bearing weight of twisted games
They run in sleek pairs
In between
There stands rubber tree
Its bark runs
Wild and free
With the blood of forgiveness
Token of freedom
Every step
Twirling on itself
Creating
Tidal wave
Absolution washing up
On the bare soul shore
I stand lone
On brink of kingdoms
Screeching past
Present times
Future of retreating crimes
My staff pierces doors
The ripples
Call out to temples
Giants leak
Children speak
We replicate our doom’s days
Carelessness our ways
Memory lane
Etched in the stem cells
Swirling voids
Progressing
The inner voice suppressing
Power of black holes
Reading of the poem:
How Fortunate the man with none – Dead Can Dance
Xavier – Dead Can Dance
In Power We Entrust The Love Advocated – Dead can Dance
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