Bomb

Bomb

30 December 2017

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He adjusted the inside of his jacket and nervously patted the paddings. People pushed past him unseeingly. He knew that he was insignificant to them as he had always known since the age of 10. Indeed he did not have features that stood out and he was too quiet to be otherwise noticeable. He clenched his teeth and thought to himself that soon that would change. He slowly made his way through the throngs of human beings in the London subway until he reached the middle of the platform where people were pushing desperately trying to find a way into the train.

He succeeded in boarding the tube and kept clutching onto the sides of his jacket feverishly. One passenger who noticed this looked at him with curiosity and he felt pride well inside of him. Now they were noticing him and soon his name would become a legend among his countrymen. He had never cared about all those stories of over 70 virgins that the instructor had piped about when teaching them how to use the jackets. All he cared about was to make his family proud, to make a name for himself even if it were in death. The train pulled into Westminster station and the mass of people started to slowly exit it pushing him onto the platform. They were soon to escape his sight and he thought it would not be worthy of him to go without this mass of people who had shared with him his last ride.

“Bomb!” he yelled and the immediate reaction was that everybody started to run away from him. He held himself tautly, displaying the devices attached to his body. He could feel the fear of those running. “Stop running or I will trigger it”, he yelled and everyone stopped running aside from a desperate few. All eyes were turned towards him. He felt the attention escalate. Somewhere in the background he could hear police officers asking him not to move but he ignored them and started slowly moving towards the center of the crowd. Again people started moving away from him frantically and again he yelled at them not to move, petrifying them on the spot. His hand moved ever so slightly on the insides of his jacket before his body was blown to bits taking out half of the station which crumbled down on the remaining pieces of the crowd.

Sahalé – Morning light

The haunting

The haunting

20 December 2017

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She walked out on the balcony where the cool wind soothed her inflamed head as the sun slowly set down and darkness spread over the landscape. She decided it was no point thinking so much anymore. She would put an end to everything once and for all before the night was over. She went back inside fumbling in the dark for the small bottle. She felt that turning on the light and facing everything in the glaring flood of the neon would reduce her resolve to nothingness. Her cool hands felt the cylindrical shape of the small bottle and she sighed with relief. She slowly emptied the contents into her mouth drinking profusely after every handful. She felt that three handfuls should be more than enough and went back to the balcony where she sat down in the armchair and slowly let herself slip into a soundless sleep.

When they found her, her limbs were rigid and her face was expressionless with its eyes curiously staring instead of being closed. The maid who had come to wake her up had been unable to open the door and had had to get the help of some outside labourers to break it open. The funeral was quick and barely attended by anyone. Her friends like her hair had considerably thinned over time and of the few left almost none had been informed of her demise.

A couple of weeks later strange noises would emanate from her room and passers by could glimpse lights going on and off in what had been her room. The landlord dreamt of her on a nightly basis and swore that he felt she had actually visited him every time. He had felt her chilly hands reach out to his chest accusingly and could hear her saying that it was by his permission to spy on her that things had gone awry leading to her fateful demise. A few other people who had been in her entourage during the last days reported the same nightly visits and shuddered at the memory of her ghostly appearance and cold hands. Nobody could rent the house because of the strange noises and the flickering lights which scared away most of the tenants. Eventually the house was sealed up and only teenagers daring each other would visit it at night to brave the haunting.

 

Disappearance – Adam Hurst Gypsy Cello & Pipe Organ

I walk with you

I walk with you

19 December 2017

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I talk to you

Through the summer sky

I talk to you

When the clouds all cry

I talk to you

In the powdery snow

I talk to you

In the sun’s halo

 

And when all the seasons are changing

Only my love is spent rearranging

All the words that we’d been exchanging

From our hearts that are never changing

 

I walk with you

Through the rustling trees

I walk with you

Never on my knees

I walk with you

You’re the only one I see

I walk with you

There’s none else for me

 

And when all the seasons are changing

Only my love is spent rearranging

All the words that we’d been exchanging

From our hearts that are never changing

 

I talk to you

Through the summer sky

I talk to you

When the clouds all cry

 

I walk with you

Through the rustling trees

I walk with you

Never on my knees

 

And when all the seasons are changing

Only my love is spent rearranging

All the words that we’d been exchanging

From our hearts that are never changing

 

Singing of the lyrics: 

 

For better or for worse

For better or for worse

18 December 2017

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Here we are

Crossroads of Time

We may depart or not

But darling are you here for me

 

Don’t tell me no

Don’t break my heart again

I hope you’re there for me

For this withered heart of mine

 

I believe in you

I will not let go

So darling tell me you’re here

Here for ever more

 

For better or for worse

I’ll be there for you

Darling through the universe

I’ll be there for you

 

We held hands

You kissed my lids

Don’t bid me adieu

Don’t say it’s over

 

For better or for worse

I’ll be there for you

Darling through the universe

I’ll be there for you

 

We braved the world

We held onto each other

Through all stones hurled

We loved one another

 

For better or for worse

I’ll be there for you

Darling through the universe

I’ll be there for you

 

Singing of the lyrics: 

Max Richter – Luminous (Perfect Sense Soundtrack)

Change the Earth

Change the Earth

17 December 2017

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Take my eye

See blossoms rising

From dead leaves

Uprising

Everlasting green in brown

From wasted the clean

 

Bandwith mean

Average effort

Middle path

Needle math

Summoning the craft in hand

Making no demand

 

Tears in eyes

Compassion extreme

Renewed birth

Change the Earth

Blue green vision from a dream

Now freed from the lies

 

Singing of the poem: 

Reading of the poem: 

And they have escaped the weight of darkness – Ólafur Arnalds

Soul cheated apall

Soul cheated apall

15 December 2017

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Winter stall

The beast to install

Wise enthrall

Through moonfall

Mind in sync to overhaul

Legends of the fall

 

Best to call

Within the marble hall

Brittle doll

Bet recall

Seeking mind that begets all

Soul bartered in mall

 

Crystal ball

Tuning into gall

Shielded pall

Narrow wall

Corpses white covered in spall

Soul cheated apall

 

Reading of the poem: 

Sarah McLachlan – In the arms of an angel

In conformity

In conformity

15 December 2017

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Head bows not

In irreverence

Chest inhales

Flying whales

The din from my stomach drives

Sound of million lives

 

Beehives rise

Where the sun sets meek

Other cheek

Offered weak

Learning new phrases to speak

Puzzle of the crowd

 

Chatter loud

Rebel lash smothered

Blackened out

Whitewashed in

The rules ice on water thin

In conformity

 

Reading of the poem: 

Paul Mauriat – Love is Blue (1968)

Mason Williams – Classical gas ( Original Early 1968 Footage – Without Beard)

Bobbie Gentry – Ode To Billie Joe