Rubbing off the chalk
31 January 2024
I run down
steep memory lane
It eases
fleeting pain
I gather insight within
statement paper thin
Life’s path
etched in white drawings
shining through
clouds’ clearings
my inner sight piercing blue
shadows on snow white
I will walk
concentric circles
setting truth
where lies talk
overcoming the hurdles
rubbing off the chalk
Reading of the poem:
Messiah Project – Error Maya Life Goes On
Redesigning the future
30 January 2024
In prayers
I hear the Goddess
She speaks strong
twin voices
They resonate within soul
path where I belong
My birthright
piles through centuries
gifted skin
now akin
to scales of dragon’s body
harbours golden dawn
Pencil drawn
sketches shades of me
foregone hues
reds and blues
redesigning the future
for heart to nurture
Reading of the poem:
Law of THR3E – Past Lives
Trees of Holy Land
25 January 2024
Summon me
yesterday’s servants
now returned
war merchants
Glassy pupil fakes bleak tears
hypocrite’s arrears
Call with me
on yesterday’s boon
for brethren
gone too soon
The promise based on cross red
heathen blood to shed
Write with me
the will and the want
slanted curves
wrecking nerves
stories for our peers to haunt
lone on quaking knee
Bear with me
burden of anvil
beaten brow
horror show
repeating in opposites
cruelty of misfits
Stand with me
in time’s chronicles
while we sum
fate to come
fledglings harnessing the facts
bygone artefacts
Noah’s ark
built into the bark
treasures rise
for the wise
with the Goddess we demand
Trees of Holy Land
Reading of the poem:
Laura Wright - Jerusalem
Staying in the light
21 January 2024
Witch’s rune
Course on silver moon
Earthen boon
shown too soon
Pied piper blowing new tune
for maiden to swoon
Lesson heed
know flower from weed
Darkness creed
fear to feed
blossoms growing from the seed
self a silken reed
Hold the night
within bosom tight
Bask in sight
lily white
keep your daily helper sprite
staying in the light
Reading of the poem:
Björk : losss
The Cleopatra Tales 12: Adoration of Osiris
19-20 January 2024
Reading of the Egyptian text:
Great God within Abydos,
King of eternity,
Lord of everlasting,
traversing millions of years in the duration of his life.
Eldest son of the womb of Nut.
Engendered by Seb the chief,
Lord of the Ureret crown,
loft of the white crown, Prince of Gods and men,
He hath received the crook and flail and the dignity of His fathers.
Mighty is he exceedingly and great in terror is His name that of Osiris
He endureth forever and everlasting in His name of Un Nefer.
Homage to thee,
King of Kings,
Lord of Lords,
Prince of Princes.
Possesser of the earth from the womb of Nut.
He hath ruled all lands and Aukert.
Golden of limbs.
Blue of head.
Emerald upon both of his sides.
An of millions of years,
extended of body,
Beautiful of face in TaSert.
My heart of my coming into being.
May there not be resistance to me in judgement.
May they not make thy separation from me in the presence of the possessor of the scales.
Thou are my soul within my body which formeth and strengthened my limbs.
Mayest thou come forth to the place of happiness, I advance there.
May not make my name to stink.
Who make men and women to be in stability, Pleasant it is for us
pleasant it is to hear gladness of heart at the weighing of words
Verily how great will be thou rising up in triumph. I have come and I have destroyed the defects for Osiris
I am building His standard which cometh forth from the crown.
I have eased the pain of Osiris
I have made to balance His standard, I have made the way I become strong, coming into being according to what He hath said, turning back thy face,
I make the way, I pass over it.
I make the purification of Osiris
Make thou for me ways all prosperous before me.
Natacha Atlas - Kidda
For frost to invite
17-18 January 2024
Winter fell
over my bare arms
chilled unions
meant to quell
It released its extrusions
ornate frills and charms
My heart stilled
time bomb in my bones
The future
that it hones
a small ice age to nurture
frozen times distilled
I jump hoops
within rigid plains
Weather scoops
my remains
I am painted icy white
for frost to invite
Reading of the poem:
Natacha Atlas | Maktub |
Ever uprooted
14 January 2024
Break my back
contour me yellow
Sum me up
Sun me down
Funnel me through the dreamtime
flowing and mellow
Steer me through
madness of the times
where only
my pale rhymes
lift me through the coursing fires
of will that transpires
Ill-suited
midnight owl hooted
Eyes to skies
toes recant
Face and feet on upward slant
Ever uprooted
Reading of the poem:
E M E L - Holm (A Dream) (Official Video)
Rewritten by spars
13 January 2024
Wars are waged
against the other
Relentless
terror raged
Helpless victims not fleeing:
the child and mother
The world skids
unparalleled turns
Spirit takes
what it yearns
for downtrodden mind’s dismay
stays being of clay
I feel night
mining my insides
like acid
eating skin
It feels like giant within
with murderous strides
The blood pours
over my feelings
It oozes
through my pores
my body a map of scars
rewritten by spars
Reading of the poem:
I Didnt Know – Karima Nayt
(from 13 July 2015)
A little tear
falling from the sky
reaches branches
Change happens
in the frozen scene
The bell rings
Like ignition
Then the storm begins
of the greatest darkness
Union to rejoice
4 January 2024
It begins
riding slow the waves
to tackle
elements
I Goddess receptacle
splitting my mind’s caves
In dichotomy
lies the solution
One to one
opposing
neurons and cells composing
her inside myself
Stay within
seek our communion
says her voice
within me
There is no reason to flee
Union to rejoice
Reading of the poem:
День рождения Трайбл Мафии - Tiana Frolkina - Tribal Fusion
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