She breathes sunlight 17 February 2023
She sees through ugly Her eye torn into darkness Her gait leftover fancy Of a lifetime of duress She prays to the Gods Her hands temple of fervours Her mind beating the odds Through failing faith that hovers She adjusts composure Her mouth a tomb of secrets Her heart seeks closure Her chest a book of regrets She breathes sunlight Her nose a cathedral Her shoulders set into fight Tomorrow a sight feral Reading of the poem:
Eternity ~ Lisa Gerard
Eyes seeing unseen
27 June 2020
Whirring soft
the wheels in motion
gather moss
as they roll
They pick up speed, lose control
from the momentum
Target lost
Blind aim untoward
they gather
second stones
ready now to break the bones
intention resolved
The victim
hair flowing downward
pining teen
chained to Earth
all but chest above the floor
eyes seeing unseen
In some Muslim countries, the women guilty of adultery or even of having an affair without being married are buried in the ground and stoned with the obvious result being death in most cases. Sickeningly in some countries even the victims of rape may sometimes be sentenced in the same way as adulterers or women having an affair. This poem is written to raise awareness of the conditions under which even a young teenager who would have been free to love in other countries may incur the death penalty and be stoned to death for the “crime” of being caught with her lover in isolation. I chose to accompany this poem with a beautiful video showing elements from the cosmos to emphasize the gulf that separates some people from the vastness of the cosmos.
Reading of the poem:
Lisa Gerrard – Space Weaver
They run through rivers
23 March 2020
Did you feel
My waking anthem?
It speaks not
It fears not
It crawls alive down mountains
Measured in sentence
The wet tides
They crave beaten shores
Where I dance
Unison
Downtrodden path of danger
The will a stranger
I heed not
The hushed countenance
The words packed
In bosom
Now descending in quivers
They run through rivers
Reading of the poem:
Hush now don’t explain – Billie Holiday
Carried by the breeze
6 November 2018
Whisper secret tones
Cast again veil of darkness
End wayward duress
Relinquish the day
Shine moon over the sun’s glare
Lessen light to bear
Chant the night to me
In soft-spoken melodies
Carried by the breeze
Reading of the poem:
The message – Still Corners
The Gods are sleeping
13 September 2018
The Gods are sleeping
Their infinite arms outstretched
Embracing our frames
The Gods are sleeping
Moss and heather cover them
Dark their sheltered caves
The Gods are sleeping
Their hair miles of cypresses
Wisps heave in the winds
The Gods are sleeping
Their faces emblems of peace
Bodies a firm rock
The Gods are sleeping
They dream plans to overcome
The human frailty
The Gods are weeping
Their tears a river of pain
Bondage unending
Reading of the poem:
Fragile – Sting & Stevie Wonder
We escaped at last an end of horror
1 September 2018
They told us tales of how we would have gone
With our skins to hide and wailing bellies
With our knees quaking and courage foregone
A tale now foretold as our breaths would cease
The sun melted into the horizon
Traces of the cold to come submerged us
Jaded darkness overcame the prison
This was the end we would go without fuss
The eyes within the cypresses watched on
We walked uphill to places forgotten
The will now forsaken the soul forlorn
A semblance of human its core rotten
They gathered us in increasing darkness
The night was the tool of lasting terror
Free will brought all courage we could harness
We escaped at last an end of horror
Reading of the poem:
Ends of the Earth – Lord Huron
The Edge of the Light
24 June 2018
There is dark
On the road to Home
It revives
Surprises
When we feel that we’re alone
It cloaks us like ink
We reach brink
Of our own limits
Fortune tells
Unheard Tales
The faithless the self impales
Carry no crosses
Heartbeats still
Raging fires cease
The disease
Self made ache
We commit the same mistake
Over and over
Withered eyes
Seek out the lanterns
Look outside
Not inside
Curtains ruffle as they slide
Concealing outcomes
The Light shines
I hold it within
Starry skies
Breath that cries
Outreach of my inner depths
When the will wavers
Seek the star
When the night is dark
Like a spark
It will guide
Know that in darkness you ride
The Edge of the Light
Reading of the poem:
Shine a Light – Banners
« When you come to the edge of all of the light you’ve known and are about to drop off into the darkness of the unknown, faith is knowing one of two things will happen. You’ll have something solid to stand on or you’ll be taught to fly » Patrick Overton
Hush
15 May 2018
Hush she said and the woods were silent. The pitter-patter of raindrops a deafening sound covering her waning heartbeat. Hush she said and the rain softly subsided, an occasional drop on a leaf resounding like a thud in her head. Hush she said and the leaves ceased caressing the wind, their whispers fading into the rising dusk. Hush she said and the blood in her veins slowed tenfold until she could hear the drip like a background music to the occasional flap of wings of a cawing crow shaking off the rain. Hush she said and the darkness engulfed her with its palpable silence like a long forgotten and well-worn cloak. Hush she said her eyes finally closing, her soul softly embracing the dark night.
Reading of the short story:
Wilderness – Adam Hurst
The Interstellar darkness
22 April 2018
She looked around her. The room was plunged in darkness akin to the that which her consciousness had been plunged in. She recalled how the two men had come to her talking of a former colleague that she had long forgotten. Later on she had discovered that as her consciousness was now entirely entwined with the collective consciousness, when she forgot someone whom she had known before that person literally disappeared completely from everyone’s memories. There was a period of lag however and it would seem that it was just before this happened that the two men had reached out to her.
She realised that whenever she forgot something or someone that thing or that person slowly started fading away or disappearing before vanishing altogether from the world. Once her former colleague back in her memories though, she resurfaced in the worldly realm and continued to carry on a normal life. She had also discovered that by small movements in her energetic alignment she could also make things or people appear or disappear as she shifted from one reality to another. This was not without its dangers however as it could also change her present and future altogether into something she might not necessarily like.
She also recalled how she had been so close to merging with the consciousness of her Twinflame and the rush of energy she had experienced when doing so. Although the merging had been averted she had been reborn into the realms of the Gods from the mere act of pursuing that merging and from that day on her consciousness had become totally entwined with that of Gaia and the collective consciousness of all the beings living on Gaia. She was still filled with sorrow at the idea of no longer being able to merge her consciousness finitely with that of her Twinflame but had been consoled by the fact that she was at least one with Gaia.
Of late, however, her mind was increasingly burdened by the intricacies of her situation and she felt every day less inclined to live in this world. Her daily meditation brought her a few hours of peace but then the humdrum of everyday life, especially one that had become so complicated, left her with a profound sense of dissatisfaction. Growingly she felt the stillness of the meditation’s peak draw her to it. She wanted to be one with the stillness, the great absence of any movement. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the stillness within, her consciousness calling the void.
Scientists around the world watched with horror as a black hole emerged at a point in space closer than what they felt was comfortable to the Earth. She opened her third eye and embraced the Interstellar darkness that called to her from within the void. Her consciousness merged with the dark energy that was throbbing within it and twirled around locked on to the energy. The black hole expanded and whirled. She felt her chest dilate almost to a point of rupture. The room was filled all of a sudden with a blinding flash of light.
Her chest expanded into the light before both seemingly collapsed into each other. She opened her eyes and could see the twirling dark energy. She raised her hands towards it but realised that she could not see her hands anymore. Her body had also disappeared and all that she could see was a swirling of dark matter joining the dark energy in front of her. All of a sudden she felt like she was on a joyride and she felt the rush before reaching a standstill again. Slowly she could see her body reappear in parts. It was an eerie sight. She closed her eyes again and could feel the darkness beckoning to her once more. Once more she merged with the void and its darkness.
Interstellar Main Theme – Extra Extended – Soundtrack by Hans Zimmer
When the deed is done
6 September 2017
Tilting head
From perception points
Stuck at joints
Light anoints
A jaded shadow set free
Darkness pervades light
Say instead
Light swallows darkness
Inside thin
Flickering
White on black blackened whitened
Checkerboard wizened
All is said
When the deed is done
Take a look
Loosened hook
The fish floating out in sea
Upstream and toil free
Reading of the poem:
The way Home – Sleep Dealer