Raven Time
23 October 2017
Riddles flow
From the fevered brow
Listen now
I will show
The snow peaks in deserts glow
Mountainous the sands
Invoked lands
Awoken the cold
Centuries
Now unfold
Hidden glaciers uprising
People surprising
She awoke
To new millenium
The clock struck
Raven Time
Their two tongues watered my rhyme
Spilt in canticles
Reading of the poem:
The Longing – Rumi
The greatest divide
5 September 2016
Digital
Flicker on the clock
Three three three
Wake-up call
Mind goes through all I recall
The buzz of the fall
Dark flashes
The light particles
Spirits haunt
Old temples
The paper burning crumples
The weight of my words
Gathered herds
Reckoning of Times
Passages
Through needles
Unbridled journey speeding
Through fabric of space
My wrapping
Immaterial
The loyal
Calm await
They perceive the long lost gait
Whispers of my mind
Circles squared
Answers in the Pi
We research
Fruits of lie
Geometry distorted
In withering planes
Traversing
The greatest divide
I pierce Heart
In knowledge
Walking on rim of sky’s edge
Soul immemorial
Reading of the poem:
Gurdjieff – De Hartmann Vol 04: Meditation, par Alain Kremski
Gurdjieff – De Hartmann Vol 01: Voyage vers des lieux inaccessibles, Alain Kremski
Gurdjieff – De Hartmann Vol 03: Recit de la resurrection du Christ, Alain Kremski
I crossed the river
10 December 2015
Breathless and aching
Every fibre agony
Sanctuary’s walk
Mismatched memories
Winding pathways and meadows
Dollhouses and trains
Tremors in whispers
A cold call to wrong numbers
Dialling the waves
Oceans hung on cliffs
Between skies and the valleys
Cheating gravity
Mathematical
Clockwork ticking core numbers
Precision like sword
Caterpillar crawled
On leaf flying to nowhere
Reddened veins that flared
Tick tock said the clock
Nightingales like mocking birds
Sang shrill the needles
A leap through thin air
Ashen leaf fell to the ground
The night carried me
Hushed party zone cries
In midnight’s celebration
Of butterflies’ wings
I crossed the river
Wound up in dark blue shadows
Other side of Time
The Dark Side of Time – Eric Serra
Hit and miss never
5 December 2015
Lilies on my hand
Burgeoning with the green leaves
Waters in my Heart
The soul burning white
Through unmistakable blues
I miss the night skies
The road paved in ink
Inglorious dark pathways
To somewhere amiss
Where soul would wander
Bathed in the forgetfulness
That I miss the most
Clarity struck hard
Gone was the blissful soft sleep
Missing is dreamtime
Clock me to midnight
Point my needles up and straight
Hit and miss never
Evanescence – Bring me to Life
This post is part of SoCS
Hit and miss never – Linda Gill prompt word “miss” for December 5, 2015
The River of Time
27 October 2015
Heavenly skies spoke
Of times when Angels flowed free
Blue lights in the skies
.
Halt not the Time’s flow
Cast upon the green pastures
Worlds isolated
Rising from the Blue
A fall within the waters
Split the waters halved
.
.
Swimming up Rivers
Mind yearned for the Knowledge bite
As I chewed the Hours
Resolute madness
Prometheus in maiden
Lighting own fires
Scorching flames lapped high
Into the tender skins’ ways
That ground kept losing
Molten lava poured
From every pore of my skin
With the pain oozing
.
He shed my skin free
It floated unencumbered
Loosely fitting seams
The River of Time
Picked up the sizzling pieces
And cloaked me cooling
.
.
I flowed with the clock
Backward loops kept me adrift
As I fetched your skin
.
Break through the Heartpath
25 September 2015
Remnants of the fears
Distill images of Grey
Fluttering corpses
The whole pursued void
Mindless landscapes ticked the clocks
As the now, soft, whirred
Gyrating stillness
Where movement met the frozen
That in soul pulsates
The part pursued Heart
Dissecting pieces of Soul
Isolated play
Hurtling witnesses
Heartbeats’ irregular stance
Oozing into change
And the edges cracked
Shattered pieces, dangers’ shards
Love gushing open
Pick up the pieces
Enter tomorrow’s bliss State
Break through the Heartpath
Winding down the clocks
13 September 2015
.
Stepping back in Time
To morrows reinvented
Retracing the past
.
Dreamtime assists me
I fly weightless in the sky
Tied to no senses
.
.
The moonlight watches
As I filter the sunshine
Within my apron
.
The void reservoirs
Screech emptiness within me
As their fires chill
.
At loss for exchange
Trembling, beseeching for peace
I empty my pains
.
.
Lustful and gory
The floor lapped up every drop
Shed my thickest blood
.
Winding down the clocks
I walked into a Time’s Age
When I stood Brave Heart
.
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