Humming pervading

Humming pervading

1 September 2018

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The doors shook

Windows vibrated

Steel ribbons

Waxed crimson

Walls oscillating with sound

The air pulsating

 

The Earth moved

Floating beds hovered

Plastic chains

Altered pains

My body between doorways

Blue light invading

 

Moon glistened

Heavy clouds parted

Skies alit

Narrow slit

Rhythm of my mind spell bound

Humming pervading

 

Reading of the poem: 

Alone – Dive

Stars written

Stars written

5 May 2017

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Disorder

Laid back in order

On border

Recorder

Landscapes that scribe sees broader

The soul much grander

 

Obsessive

All doubt to outlive

Compulsive

Will to live

Overwhelming gift to give

To love and forgive

 

System spate

The chains that we grate

We broke late

You translate

It was She who bosom ate

Clearing up the plate

 

Cloudy dome

Straying within home

Metal chrome

Sound of Ohm

Not all paths will lead to Rome

The mind oft will roam

 

See the light

Rocking cradle right

End of spite

Brittle might

Shadows dark don’t creep the night

Upending the fight

 

Hymn for soul

Music to console

Expunged coal

Closed the hole

Recovering from wormhole

The dot from the whole

 

Meek kitten

The coffin laid in

Hate driven

Stars written

Waking the blue green maiden

The soul ne’er laden

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Music for Your Soul ( Carino)- Chris Spheeris

The web grows

The web grows

July 1, 2016

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The forbidden

Lies in reprisal

Of instinct

Gut feeling

Sending our senses reeling

Into dark recess

 

We sink fast

Into bad habits

Compressed fears

Compelling

Our minds fill with convenience

Putting up pretence

 

Our love life

Made of fear of strife

Square models

Thought patterns

Conformity our mind yearns

Being like others

 

Life smothers

When lived in inches

The will dead

Like the Heart

Compromise our daily bread

Look to Love instead

 

Communication

The only wise choice

Bed-ridden

We then voice

What could have been said before

When chance knocks no more

 

Angels’ traits

Slowly dissolving

The web grows

Rarely shows

The chains around revolving

Graveyards, build of straits

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Love show – Morcheeba

Otherwise – Morcheeba

The Sea – Morcheeba

Of perhaps and of maybes

Of perhaps and of maybes

2 September 2015

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You didn’t know me

I, gazing back realised

That neither did I

 

The scent of your skin

I did not know it either

Like a raw green fruit

 

Translucent and bare

Ripening under some sun

That rose pitiless

 

Its shadow stretched out

On lands that called to my mind

Loved Tuscanny

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Perhaps life will sway

Buckling under the treasure

Of those lost moments

 

Perhaps life will weigh

From the fruit at its edges

Like a slanting trunk

 

Maybe love will skim

Giving in to the pressure

Of its own torments

 

Maybe love will learn

From its own unkempt pledges

Like a rabid drunk

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Perhaps love’s desert

Where the sands move tireless

Waves on raging sea

 

Perhaps love’s a stream

Renouncing gift of water

Where mirrored light glows

 

Maybe life is firm

Its roots planted in the ground

Like an olive tree

 

Maybe life is gift

Scarcity does not matter

Where abundance grows

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Perhaps just to say

Per actual happenings

That real would spell out

 

Maybes aiming high

Tokens of when I once wished

An unreal clout

 

Banishing the doubt

Perhaps in string of maybes

Occurring, waning

 

A life made of chains

Of perhaps and of maybes

Blurring differing

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Hypothetical

Breathed in hoping may it be

As day’s sun shimmered

 

Perhaps whimsical

What’s left of time’s passing me

Recounts that glimmered

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