Irreducible

Irreducible

9 February 2020

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Break me pot

Dancing tradition

Rhythmic feat

Balanced neat

On the verge of extinction

A race to repeat

 

Blow me hot

The egg shells within

Frame melting

Iron clad

Beyond the anklets tightened

Staggering demand

 

Find me not

Irreducible

Elbows still

Ache the ribs

As I disperse beyond sheen

Of matter unseen

 

Reading of the poem:

Under your scars – Godsmack

Children face the light

Children face the light

23 September 2018

 

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Blackbirds in mind swirl

Loud cries’ strident pillars felt

Weight in my tear ducts

 

Soulless creatures crawl

In the dark alleys some breathe

Agony in mind

 

Sun bursts in sockets

Jasmine withers in heatwave

Known features dwindle

 

Windows carry floods

From peaks to valleys we drop

Blood from the Elders

 

Crimson my waters

Morrow’s seasons shook in tides

Wavelength scorches sight

 

Dark eyes starry pools

Small hands tools of forgiveness

Children face the light

 

Reading of the poem: 

The sky is crying – Gary BB Coleman

Show me an arrow

Show me an arrow

13 September 2018

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We bask in the light

Summer suns a safe haven

Winter a shadow

 

Within chronicles

Yesterday’s dreams are waning

Particles of dust

 

Wandering crows meet

Blackened rooftops gain a shade

Crafty black in black

 

Blue ribbons scatter

Red garlands will drag along

Skies a jigsaw frame

 

I gather moonbeams

Pale lilies in the pond glow

Infinite glitter

 

Show me an arrow

I will show you bleeding bows

Harvests are meager

 

Fingers summon years

Tireless practice in the aim

Center of the heart

 

Reading of the poem: 

Straight to the Heart – Sina Vodjani

In rolls of thunder

In rolls of thunder

2 March 2018

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From dim skies

Grey landscapes emerge

Purge of white

Faltering

The dark clouds in the skies surge

Backdrop upheaval

 

Flying kites

Shaking in the skies

Black ribbons

Unwinding

Pitter patter reminding

Of mice alike men

 

Lightning strikes

Hearts flutter a while

Blood curdles

Ravens swarm

Above plains drenched hereunder

In rolls of thunder

 

Reading of the poem:

Thunder Spirit (Native american music)

Stormy weather stains

Stormy weather stains

23 February 2018

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Lightning strikes on plains

The dark one losing his gains

Expunged all our pains

 

Desert landscapes sigh

Behold the thundering sky

Truth is born from lie

 

Haughty mares shake manes

Dragons’ blood courses through veins

Sun and moon in lanes

 

Spirits soaring high

Eagles and falcons now fly

Nature to comply

 

The gleaming moon wanes

Willing the skies as it rains

Stormy weather stains

 

Reading of the poem: 

Ly O Lay Ale Loya (Circle Dance) ~ Native Song

Drums of Thunder (Native American Music) Mountain Spirits

Calming Native American Flute over Thunderstorm

Like water rocks boat

Like water rocks boat

5 September 2017

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Salvation

In crowning union

Two split halves

Facing three

Dented portions’ oblivion

Tears of forgiver

 

Deliver

Thunders of chosen

The footstep

Loosened grip

The buckle nodding at tip

Dancer’s angle straight

 

Mark my speech

Blood of Messenger

Strident cross

Wayward toss

Coins slipping from eyes shut

Like water rocks boat

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Nebula – Sleep Dealer

Muted – Sleep Dealer

The tenth Planet – Sleep Dealer

Arrival

Arrival

4 June 2017

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Revival

Embedded white code

To explode

As they rode

In sunset of the bloodlines

Reeking through the vines

 

Survival

Banished from abode

Sunny road

Where they goad

The heart in field of the mines

On grey matter dines

 

Arrival

Power of anode

Heavy load

To erode

The limitless shakes confines

Following the signs

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Death in June – The Enemy Within

Building Grey

Building Grey

5 May 2017

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Humans stray

Locked into the Frey

Building Grey

Brothers slay

The blood that all ills will weigh

Dissolving the way

 

Reading of the poem: 

The Storm – As Seas Exhale

 

Blue kingdoms my fleet

Blue kingdoms my fleet

16 December 2016

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Genius

The light in the mind

Two of kind

Blood rewind

A twin bird from a dark cell

Ripping cage corners

 

Ravenous

Brittle Heart’s outcry

From the split

Of close knit

A chest breaking teeth to grit

Skies path candlelit

 

Gracious

Punctuality

Kings respect

None to fret

We hasten to seconds met

Within Earthly Times

 

Radius

Mid of my circle

Riddled Pi

My mind’s eye

Takes me places where I lie

Within God’s bosom

 

Glorious

Unveiled symphonies

Mind at ease

None to tease

Cradled lion on his knees

Master of the breeze

 

Rapturous

Final encounter

Your footstep

In Heartbeat

The bells ringing as we meet

Blue kingdoms my fleet

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Closure – Arcana

Medea – Arcana

Lost in Time – Arcana

In Memoriam – Arcana

Icons – Arcana

God of the Winds – Arcana

 

The Scribes 2 : Releasing the Primal

The Scribes 2:  Releasing the Primal

14 December 2016

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Scribe 23 was holding a locket that belonged to her Master and had been sent to her through his representatives. It was attached to a gold chain that had hung from her Master’s neck and was now swinging around her own. In the locket were inscribed the words invocatio and opposite the words there was a tiny vial that contained a few drops of the blood of the first Master, Elohim, who had passed the locket on to his first disciple Gabriel. She played around with the locket nervously while pondering whether her Master would deem it was the Time to leave yet and join him. Outside, in the outline of the sky, she could guess the dawn arriving but the city was still sleeping.

 

In one swift movement, she leapt out of the window and flew to the nearest building. She had first been exhilarated about having acquired this new skill but now it was getting tedious as she had to keep using the energy to do that. She had conjured items with too many usage times for the city and nobody needed anything anymore so she had to reduce the overflowing energy floating around so as to avoid the fate of those who had imploded. Throughout the years too much energy had accumulated within her as she had conjured very often and people had rewarded her immensely with their flow.

 

Perched on the top of the nearby building, she observed her own dwelling lying several meters below. She knew that she was not supposed to as they were essentially nomads but she had grown fond of this dwelling where she had stayed longer than with the others. Despite her attachment to it, she knew though that in an instant she would leave it if the Time did come. She wondered when the Master would summon her and why it was that his teachings had only been from afar unlike how it was for all the other Master-disciple relationships. Ever since the first time he had transferred half of his energy to her, it had been a period of enchantment going from one discovery to another but she had always wondered why he had not simply come into her life openly. Yet she could hardly complain as he accompanied her every step and watched over her at every moment, giving her guidance on every small matter she required assistance on.

 

Scribe 23 floated down from the building and walked back to the entrance of her dwelling. Dawn submerged the horizons in a growing light until she could slowly feel the sun rising behind her, its warmth slowly invading her back. She turned and gazed at it wondering at its amazing energy that they could harvest from so far away. What most of the population did not know was that the Scribes actually did not need the Earth conduits or the star gazers to derive the energy for the Conjuring. In fact, most Scribes actually were able to harness both energies themselves but they chose not to do it most of the time as they collected too much of it at a time. One of the rare times the Scribes would harness both energies was when they were making a disciple because that was the only way to create the Bond, which was the sacred link that tied a Master to his/her disciple and through which all the teachings were enhanced.

 

The dwelling in front of her was also waking up like the city behind her which had turned from sleepy to bustling in barely a few minutes. She knew she could no longer float to the balcony now but would have to walk upstairs if she wanted to watch the rising sun. She felt her Master beside her and greeted him. He greeted her back addressing her as Master too which was another oddity in this Master-disciple relationship. When she had asked him about it, his answer had been that she already was what he was preparing her to be. The answer had puzzled her but so had many things with her Master and she had learnt to accept the apparent contradiction and not push further than he was willing to go.

 

He smiled noticing her confused mood and made her understand that it would soon be the Time. When, she asked excitedly and he responded just a little over a fortnight. He made her understand that they would need the contents of the locket and they would need to perform the Conjuring together to release the Primal for the birth of the second sun. Would a second sun not fully scorch the Earth, she asked but he merely laughed off her question. She wondered what it would be like to have a second sun warming the Earth as he left her temporarily to perform some other task. She pondered that perhaps a second sun would finish off the remaining life on Earth as the heat would then become too intense.

 

He was back with her as she walked up the stairs and back to her room, onto the balcony where they both watched the rising sun. In over a fortnight, together they would be releasing the Primal. She wondered what that meant really but consoled herself with the fact that soon enough she would know.

 

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Wings of Gabriel – Arcana

Someone else’s dream – Avi Rosenfeld

Far Away – Diana Boncheva