Mets du corps dans mon zèle envolées en tirades / Put body in my zeal a soaring in tirades

Mets du corps dans mon zèle envolées en tirades

(Poème écrit en Alexandrin sous forme de sonnet. Voir la traduction ci-bas ou ici)

30 octobre 2016

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De ces mémoires voilées de vieilles voilures festives

Colorant les yeux vides d’un arc en ciel carcan

Des oripeaux avides du retour d’un antan

Couleurs blêmes dévoilées rentrées intempestives

 

Verra-t-on revenir étendard blanc cassé

Serviteurs en mêlée en cohue générale

En des corps emmêlés vague de tête magistrale

Se relate avenir d’un terrain trépassé

 

Je vécus en oiseau quand un temps vit malheur

Quand les lacs dérobaient de son essence la Terre

Quand les bleus enrobaient faisceau qui déblatère

Centre d’heures en fuseau pour un monde dit meilleur

 

Equipe-moi de ces ailes mets la fin aux brimades

Mets du corps dans mon zèle envolées en tirades

 

Lecture du poème: 

Regrets – Mylène Farmer & Jean-Louis Murat

 

Put body in my zeal a soaring in tirades

(translation of a poem written in Sonnet form in Alexandrin. See original above or here)

October 30, 2016

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Of those veiled memories old festive canopies

Colouring empty eyes of a shackled rainbow

Of the tatters needy return of yesteryear

Of pale colours unveiled in unwanted inflows

 

Will there be a return of a broken white flag

Servants within a mob in general disorder

In the tangled bodies wave of masterful head

Recounts itself future of a forgotten land

 

I then lived as a bird when time lives misfortune

When the lakes were robbing of its essence the Earth

When the blues were cloaking a ray that misconstrued

Center of hours axis for a world said better

 

Equip me with those wings put end to bullying

Put body in my zeal a soaring in tirades

 

Reading of the poem: 

Regret – The Winery Dogs

Of a soul to move with no tear

Of a soul to move with no tear

29-30 October 2016

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In between the light and the dark

Where salt melts in the mouth of nuns

That sing to the molding of the suns

Within all creation its spark

 

The slaughtered trees release their bark

Fall of the mighty the weak stuns

The seeker the Truth never shuns

To wisp of stories listen, hark

 

Take me to a place that lives tales

Of glorious moments I hear

Of ships’ steadied flight without sails

 

Of blissful coming to me dear

Of crossing my heart without nails

Of a soul to move with no tear

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Rotlaust tre fell – Wardruna

Winter shrill

Winter shrill

28 October 2016

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The whispering voices marked the pace of slow feet

We crawled into corner that spun shunning all light

We grappled with choices pulsing vein to meet fleet

Like starry eyed mourner death to us more than white

 

In dead leaves the choice is what we win in defeat

The springs did adorn her from green woodlands in sprite

The autumn rejoices courting floors it will meet

Their carpets had borne her she would shower them bright

 

A look through my window to waning springtime frill

The flowers that simmer with a slain chirping tune

The echo rang mellow like on mocking bird hill

 

Snowflakes in land glimmer under silvery moon

His head on my pillow now calling winter shrill

The lights then grew dimmer shadows fade all too soon

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Loeyndomsriss / Heimta Thurs / Thurs – Wardruna

Dagr – Wardruna

Algir-Tognatale  – Wardruna

Ablaze

Ablaze

26 October 2016

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On a cold wintry night when the logs bade fire

The fog covered the moons white silvery faces

The dark shadows bowed slight from weight of desire

Like drunken addict swoons revealing his traces

 

The shadows followed light opposed to each aspire

Consume glory in spoons display your best laces

Centered twirl in the might of your glorious sire

Talk music draw the runes of transitions’ spaces

 

Dead grass called to crickets solemn dance to amaze

As the nightingales sang to dark secrets unwound

The woodlands bore thickets that circled in a maze

 

Thunder clapped with a bang lightning twirled all around

The surges broke pickets more than wood set ablaze

Knowing deadly bells rang as his face hit the ground

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Odal – Wardruna

Raido – Wardruna

Naudir – Wardruna

Co-create

Co-create

24 October 2016

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Illusion

A floating of worlds

In my mind

World without

Percentages of choices

The outcome unkind

 

Build with me

With more than mortar

Less than stone

Future hone

We celebrate the Divine

In woodlands the vine

 

Of the growth

We have heard of tales

Flying whales

In Oceans

Floating into the blue skies

Where the strong willed lies

 

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Morrows suns

Warm the purple creed

Blended code

Love abode

They fused the Red and the Blue

We confused each clue

 

Intentions

A lost path of Pi

Cut the wire

Flamed the fire

Moved around in circle dire

Consequences Grey

 

Monsters slay

The bright pave the way

Replicate

Co-create

Image of beauty translate

Way of Heart dilate

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Arrival of the Birds – The Cinematic Orchestra (The Theory of Everything)

Sim City 5 : Down by the river

Sim City 5 : Down by the river

21 October 2016

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The woods were alive with unfamiliar noises and she felt movements in the shadows as she ran. Something or a group of things seemed to be closely following her. She wished she had kept the stun gun as she did not know whether she would be able to fight off whatever it was that was stalking her now.

She felt the suns going down more than she saw them as she had moved from the clearing into a thicker part of the woods. In front of her, a large tree offered a lower bough that seemed strong enough to hold her weight. She leapt and swung herself over, landing on it, holding the trunk. Slowly she made her way up to the middle of the tree were there were lots of leaves that offered some warmth against the night’s chill that had started to fall over the woods. She plucked many leaves, attempting to tuck them around her body but most fell off. She wished she had taken at least the shirt off Prime Creator when he was stunned so that she could have some protection against the cold now or at least some material to stuff the leaves into.

Underneath the tree, she saw a number of shadows moving, going around it in circular motion. They looked like beasts she had seen in a show once, not entirely crawling on four paws but rather alternately on two and on four. One of them attempted to leap at the tree and she wondered whether it would make it up the bough as she had earlier but it dropped to the ground unable to make it to the first bough. She wondered whether it or any of the other beasts would figure out how to get up the tree. Perhaps she should try to see whether there was anything out there that could be of help. Peering out of the leaves on each side she could only see other trees.

The moons slowly came out lighting the landscape and she suddenly saw a glint to the East. The shadows stopped their circling and slowly moved away from the trees towards the rising moons. They seemed to be following their rise in the skies. As the moons rose higher, she saw a river in the distance. Perhaps she ought to cross the river she thought. She did not think these things would follow her across.

She climbed down the tree and looked around. They were gone it seemed. She started making her way to the river when she heard a twig snap. One of them was there to her right, standing on two paws. It actually was not really a beast she thought as she took in the resemblance to Prime Creator. The thing’s body was covered in thick fur and its face was twisted and wolf-like despite the vague resemblance to Prime Creator. Behind it, a few similar beasts were approaching. Run she thought but she was fascinated at how all had the same features and could not move. The first one moved towards her, breaking the spell and she ran. She could hear them running behind her as she dashed between the trees heading for the river.

She could hear the sound of it and could see the intermittent glint of its waters under the moonlight as she ran. She dashed from the woods and plunged arms first into the waters. As she had expected the beasts behind her stopped. When she plunged, the ice cold of the waters left her stunned at first. Slowly recovering her senses, she emerged watching the bank closely. They were in a semi-circle now, observing her intently. It surprised her that until now they had uttered no sound. Not one sound at all. It was odd with beasts of that nature she thought and chuckled inward at the tales of wolves howling naturally at the moon but her teeth were chattering now and she could not bring even a smile to her lips. She started slowly towards the other bank but froze as she saw more beasts on the other side. How on Earth had they made it to the other side she thought.

The bridge stood in the distance almost mockingly she felt. Her brain was getting numb and she could not think of another solution to this problem. She swam back to the other bank, barely able to make it. Her limbs were feeling increasingly heavy and her body seemed to be going into hypothermia. Either way she was going to die she thought. After all she had gone through, it was going to come to that. How pointless she thought bitterly. She slowly rose out of the waters and clumsily made her way to the bank. Better a quick ending she thought to herself than freezing a slow death in the river. She dropped down exhausted and in shock at the feet of the first beast.

The beast gazed down at her then slowly inched its way towards her. She saw the large disfigured likeness of the face of Prime Creator come towards her. She could already imagine the jaws mangling her head. The beast laid its head against her cheek and then lowered its body next to hers. Another followed its example, its face lying across her bare chest and its body pressed to her other flank. A few more followed and in no time all her body was covered with fur. She felt the warmth slowly return to her limbs. Sleep slowly overtook her and she closed her eyes, feeling safe and warm. The moons glistened on the waters illuminating the figures of the beasts, huddled, down by the River.

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Holiday on the Moon – Puscifer

The Green Valley – Puscifer

The Humbling River – Puscifer

Sim City 4: Touch

Sim City 4: Touch

21 October 2016

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She ran through the trees, dodging, just in case they would use real guns this time. She did not think there were any left since the days of the magnetic shift. Everything had become wired and electrical since then, she had learnt through the data she had skimmed through earlier. Some of the branches caught her hair as she ran but she did not stop even as some of it ripped off. A swarm of birds flew out of the woods as she ran towards them. She could still hear Prime Creator; he was sobbing it seemed. She paused imperceptibly in her flight. She felt forlorn at the idea that she would probably never see him again and then she remembered that not only had he prepared the code to destroy her but he had also pulled the trigger. He did not know then that not only she would survive it but it would actually make her stronger. Her jaw clenched and she resumed her running.

Prime Creator rose from the sands ignoring the extended hand of one of his guards. He felt foolish at having put up such an emotional display. His guards had always known him as a cool, level-headed man with a great deal of power and knowledge. He was angry at the prospect of having fully shattered that image now with her overpowering him and him breaking down over her loss. What fools they both were. He was certain the beasts in the wood would have eaten her by the next morning if she did not simply freeze or fall into one of those traps laid there so many years earlier by the Elders. They too had tried to eradicate the beasts but they were too numerous and their numbers grew too quickly for anyone to master them let alone attempt to eradicate them fully.

He walked back towards the room where his son lay still stunned though recovering slowly his wits. He took him in his arms and his son’s body stiffened. He was not used to his father embracing him and it felt overwhelmingly strange and unpleasant at first. He tried to break away before slowly becoming engulfed by a sense of warmth, almost like when he put the blanket over him during the frosty nights. He raised a tentative hand towards his father’s shoulder and let it rest there. Prime Creator’s body stiffened now as he felt his son’s hand attempt the same soothing movement he was applying on his son’s back.

He had almost forgotten how it felt, this simple exchange. It was not that he had not had any human contact but all the women he had were mere evacuation of his lust. That had been the only thing that he had not gotten ridden of successfully and thankfully he had had in store countless women who enjoyed his company. Some of them were his guards preferred companions but none of them minded the temporary exchange. After all, everything here belonged to Prime Creator and it was pointless trying to keep a sense of ownership over anything because at the end of the day, if one wanted to stay in a clan, one had to be flexible. Out there, there were only the woods on one side and another clan on the other side so why bother?

He had almost forgotten how it felt to love as well. The barely affectionate stance he maintained with his son whom he was grooming to take his place and the curt exchanges with the guards did nothing to sway that. Not even the times he gave in to his lust with one of the many available women had ever changed that as it had meant nothing more to him than clockwork machinery. That was of course until he had created Sim City and her. He cursed inward but could not help feeling that pang of regret that he would never be able to see her or touch her again. He did not long for her in the same way as when he lusted for a woman. That was easier to fulfill as any of the ladies would do and once he was over with it, that lady in particular meant nothing more to him than quenching a thirst with any available water.

With her it was not the same thing. He had watched her as she moved around in the Sim, found her way through things, faltered, found a new way to do what she was unable to do before. It was almost as if she was truly learning by herself and no longer following the code. Countless times he had verified and yes, indeed, she had deviated from the program. He watched as she slept, as she woke up, as she moved, breathed, danced, cried, laughed. Sometimes, he would stay days just watching her and doing nothing else. The first time he had touched her, he had coded himself in stealth mode then jacked into the Sim, flowing around her, touching her teasingly while she battled startled by the ghostly invasion.

The more he had watched her, the more he had wanted to be with her and crept every night into the Sim in stealth mode. She grew accustomed to his presence and he never knew truly whether she resented it or liked it. Sometimes, he would stand right in front of her, watch her gaze at herself in the mirror or at something she was building and marvel at the liquid dark pools animated by intent. He would reach out to her and touch her softly on the cheek or kiss the nape of her neck and she would barely shudder. He never knew what she felt because her changes were never captured in the coding but he had vowed then that he would gather more heuristic data to check her evolution. Now he would never know at all. He winced at the thought of it. He had always hoped that he would be able to reprogram her, even as he had squeezed the trigger of the stun gun, he had thought she would shatter but he could always create her again with the source data from the fragments but now it would be impossible. The image of her body – a body he would never touch again – mangled by the beasts overpowered him and he held on to his son stronger and sobbed again.

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Horizons – Puscifer

The Weaver – Puscifer

Telling Ghosts – Puscifer