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

 

Throw me words

Throw me words

16 November 2016

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Fallen down

On concrete flooring

Reaching lows

Loosing flows

This blood cascading river

Cutting deep slowly

 

Breathe in me

Sounds of your return

The days cry

As I yearn

For your name to be printed

Across soul wilted

 

Sorrow’s clown

Pantomimes a thought

In my mind

Windmills grind

Sands grains that come loose sinking

Hopes of lost laughter

 

Morrows flee

Your shadow hovers

Moon covers

Pale lovers

Their sight building up in I

Living on a lie

 

Frozen crown

Plays with fire’s lace

In disgrace

Throw me words

Flocking sheep to their shepherds

Once upon a rhyme

 

Give up glee

Nothing left to see

Buy me time

Features grime

Mask the curse you gifted me

Break this death’s saunter

 

Reading of the poem: 

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So Close – Olafur Arnalds feat. Arnor Dan

The colour of the night – Lauren Christy

It’s not goodbye – Laura Pausini

 

Wuthering Waters

Wuthering Waters

3 November 2016

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Stigmata

Remnants of the blood

Oozing free

From my wrists

Open palms where there were fists

The fruit in the tree

 

Of life’s shades

We gathered sunsets

From rewards

To regrets

One hand gives the other gets

Highways from the skies

 

True shun lies

The wayward promise

The point miss

Take to spades

Buried corpse Heart to liver

The strong deliver

 

Two coins

They twirl together

Synchronised

Symphony

One dark weight one light feather

Alternate abodes

 

Fear erodes

Semblance of the faith

The meek wait

Their weight stance

Of the pathways in between

The dark and the sheen

 

Love implodes

Where humble meet wrath

Princely names

Playing games

At peaks where torrent explodes

Wuthering waters

 

Reading of the poem: 

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The Day before You Came – Tanita Tikaram

 

Feed me the Music

Feed me the Music

8 October 2016

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Blood awash

From age of deceit

Travel clothes

Pleated neat

I walk naked in parlours

That the Truth harbours

 

End of lies

Raven to me flies

Beak tender

Wings of old

They shelter me from the cold

Of ice of despair

 

See my brow

No longer hangs now

Infinite

Waves of hope

Surging through the upward slope

Bubbling into moon

 

Crescents swoon

Overwhelming surge

Gnawing urge

Daylight purge

Silver and gold they emerge

Betrothed in the skies

 

Now we feast

All eyes on the East

Bread in yeast

Hides the Beast

Bring me the rings of knighthood

Three bowls made of wood

 

Calm hunger

Feed me the Music

Rushing through

Veins intact

Pulsing centuries impact

Hurtling through ages

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Sins of Salome – Angels of Venice

Nothing else Matters – Angels of Venice

Queen of the Sun – Angels of Venice

 

Renewed the divine within me she’ll dwell

Renewed the divine within me she’ll dwell

14 September 2016

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With the dancing breeze I compose a song

Come hear the story of a tongue riddled

Of heroes hoary who lifetimes piddled

Stir your quaking knees and come hum along

 

My tale comes in threes that if bound are strong

Cross lakes ye Tory ride horse unsaddled

Awakened glory spirit unbridled

In Queen of the bees I right me the wrong

 

In flow of the vine decant me the well

When springtime’s blossom reaches towards skies

The blood and the wine within me they swell

 

On crossing the line I will sound the knell

Sorrows in bosom as withered past dies

Renewed the divine within me she’ll dwell

 

Reading of the poem: 

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The Secret – Adam Hurst

Dusk – Adam Hurst

Ritual – Adam Hurst

 

Blood chalice

Blood chalice

13 September 2016

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Three fourteen

Shortened rendering

Measured sigh

Breath of Pi

We broadened dainty patchwork

Fractals encircling

 

Silence grows

With the throbbing beat

In Heartpath

We renew

The old ways lost in the crude

Like trees in concrete

 

Regal cloaks

Flow from the shoulders

Of Elders

Walking nude

Revelation of the flesh

The delicate mesh

 

Painted frames

Of haunting descent

All the pains

Underwent

They glisten in moonlit night

Awash in the light

 

The practice

Silver clad moons sight

Surgical

The new flight

Precision of the target

On shores we forget

 

No malice

In heart of the child

Elm tree bends

Blood chalice

Carving through carmine lifetimes

Morrows twining suns

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Aguae Universalis / Canto del Alma (432Hz) – Flavia Vallega Krystael

Primitive reorganised

Primitive reorganised

2 September 2016

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Futile world

Throbbing to the beat

Of unseen

Hands too keen

To smite rather than unite

Split not gather sheep

 

Buried deep

Resolutions dead

Woolly head

Wobbly knees

Eye barely grasps what it sees

The mind lost distant

 

Quick to bite

A dog eat dog world

Wolves galore

Woman whore

The man with the largest jaws

Rabies a constant

 

Stand at ease

Your meek mind appease

None to please

Weak to tease

I gave up flicking through fleas

On bedraggled skin

 

Holy din

The prayer excuse

Will to use

Right abuse

Curdled blood my veins perfuse

Madness does bemuse

 

Skipping through

Primitive reorganised

Leaping frogs

Follow lead

The rest sit wallow in greed

They burn in two suns

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Tribal – Instinct Primitif Intidhar Kammarti

Orange Rose – Instinct Primitif

Voyage en Orient – Instinct Primitif

 

In floating

In floating

23 August 2016

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Lost in thought

Grey tendrils that sink

Absorbed ink

I spill mind

Windmills within me unwind

As the will decays

 

Tree’s branches

Reach out towards me

Its bark pulses

With my blood

My heart is a liquid flood

Nourishing its roots

 

Sweat and toils

Increase pulsations

The tree feasts

On the spoils

Winding flow does undoes coils

Self preservation

 

The soul shoots

Arrows of self loss

Across my frame

Withered tame

The lions face my dungeons

Where dragons breathed hard

 

Selves aligned

Face the roaring beasts

Random feats

Lone heroes

Misaligned in the death rows

Willful surrender

 

The heart beats

Like nothing matters

Soul repeats

In floating

Shimmering of blood coursing

New life pervades me

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Mehman – Azam Ali

Dandini -Azam Ali

Neni Desem – Azam Ali

Shells of Flames

Shells of Flames

5 August 2016

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In glory we set the purpose of Flames

The battlefield signed with blood of the hosts

The hearts we forget in thrill of the games

The endless confined by flags that mind posts

 

Now laden regret the tears of the Thames

For the bodies lined the conquests one boasts

Hearts aid and abet the hand that them maims

A closure to fret horizon of ghosts

 

Pray tell me now clear where do rivers flow

When thick with the blood they ravage valleys

I harbour no fear of underground glow

 

Oncoming the flood of tears that we know

The hearts that we smear in night-clad alleys

Shells of Flames in bud that silent we grow

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Back to You – Brett Anderson & Emmanuelle Seigner

 

Blood pearls drip

Blood pearls drip

30 July 2016

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Polluted

Minds reek of the fear

Hearts stay clear

On the fence

Truth is the line of defense

Against night crawlers

 

The faith wanes

When the stones shatter

Window panes

My remains

Pick up the pieces of me

Oceanic grave

 

Lines tighten

The net scourging sea

Blood pearls drip

Against skin

Swallow the hurt now within

Red ink diluted

 

Reading of the poem: 

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The Rainbow – Thomas Feiner