Ashes for daughters 21 October 2023
She walks slow life bundled on back Agony her fiefdom, mind scattered throughout waters, thoughts a procession They deal blow never cut her slack Trinity not random house as their hearts lurch hospital and church Two may die May they ever live to forgive fathers’ tales, she cries as her lung inhales ashes for daughters Reading of the poem:
Spanoudakis- Prosopa
A terrorist to love – part 8 22 January 2023
Before she could finish thinking about a solution to her predicament, she felt the ground shake. She thought it was an earthquake and peeked out of her flat to see whether she should stay indoors or go out. She could see the tube station which seemed to have caved in with large pieces of metal and rock protruding from the hole that had once been the ceiling of the tube station. She looked all around and there seemed to be no sign of an earthquake. She retreated from the window, slowing realizing that this was a terrorist attack. She could not figure out why there was one in her neighbourhood of Canada Water while Manas had only spoken about Green Park and Bond Street. She put on the TV and saw gory pictures of what remained from the stations of Green Park and West Minster. It seemed that they had changed their mind about Bond Street. The police were asking witnesses to give their recount of anything suspicious they had seen. Apparently the most deadly hit had been at Green Park. They had not only bombed both sides of the station but they had also bombed some of the neighbouring buildings at Green Park. They had come very close to Buckingham Palace as one of the ISWAP members was working on a building site nearby and had been able to plant a bomb there. The police found two guards who had been taken down at the site and it was obvious that the terrorists had put a trigger there. It was not clear whether the terrorist who activated the trigger had survived. She felt sick and almost threw up. This was all her fault as she had not alerted the ATU in time. She watched other images of the Westminster massacre and realized that the small dark blots were bodies covered up and it seemed like BBC did not want to show the full extent of the horror that had hit both Green Park and Westminster stations. She knew it was Manas’s men who had triggered this horror in London. His men were probably elated at how much terror they had struck into the hearts of Londoners. That day was going to remain for years in the hearts and minds of not only Londoners but all the English people as well. Boko Haram claimed the terrorist attacks as their own and broadcasted the set-up of the operations, boasting about their ability to trump British intelligence. They had used two terrorists who had been working under cover as Electricians with a black card access to the Tube so they had been able to practically go anywhere. She looked out of the window again. There was absolutely no reason for them to bomb Canada Water station. Could it have been a warning to her so that she stopped seeing Manas? Was Boko Haram sending a message to Manas so that he would stop seeing her? She could not bear just sitting at her flat so decided to dress up and leave in search of Manas. There was always a code blue that she could use if she needed to see him at all costs. She needed to get to Edgware road so that she could use one of the burner phones that was linked to Manas and type in the code. She decided it was better to get a cab than use the tube as it would be in shambles and with stations on high alert as it wasn’t clear if the terrorist attacks were over. She buckled her belt and looked at the driver. There was something odd about him… Disturbed - The Sound Of Silence [Official Music Video]
Change the Earth
17 December 2017
Take my eye
See blossoms rising
From dead leaves
Uprising
Everlasting green in brown
From wasted the clean
Bandwidth mean
Average effort
Middle path
Needle math
Summoning the craft in hand
Making no demand
Tears in eyes
Compassion extreme
Renewed birth
Change the Earth
Blue green vision from a dream
Now freed from the lies
Singing of the poem:
Reading of the poem:
And they have escaped the weight of darkness – Ólafur Arnalds
Withered Time
22 July 2016
Hushed signals
Calling in morse code
Eyes stutter
Melodies
The bark falling off the trees
The cuts spill lather
Clouds gather
Raging thunderbolts
Pointing claws
Clenching jaws
The war is in the dark place
Between Time and Space
Bubbles lift
To lands of seizure
Electric
Eclectic
People of undercurrent
Tastes of the oceans
Kicking shins
Involuntary
Mistakes made
In maps read
The undead rebooting dead
Unearthed Hastiness
Three times three
Violins that cry
Twice the light
Covered sight
Vigil kept in the painting
Of the Queen mother
Nursey rhyme
Reinventing fields
Withered Time
Pantomime
Waking through desert landscapes
Planet of the Apes
Reading of the poem:
Signals – Dreamstate Logic & Protocat
Ad Astra (To the Stars) – Dreamstate Logic
Unknown Future – Dreamstate Logic
Tabula rasa
17 July 2016
Brutal happenings
Dissolution of a life
Identity swept
Right off the gridlines
Not a temporary stance
A move off the dance
Five six seven eight
The exercise continues
Replacement dons shoes
Four three two and one
Count no more for it is done
The clock ticks onward
Irretrievable
The resolutions taken
In past extensions
Pour me a nightcap
Resolutions lack resolve
When ceilings cave in
Oceans covered din
Thunders of a hundred waves
Sealed the leaking tap
Trains and boats sink fast
The fish venture unabashed
Reverse aquarium
Meek summer nights stall
My quaking communication
A guilt to recall
The water the fall
Can you see what I must see
Blinding waterfall
Disconnected straits
Bridges of desolation
Pathways for the dead
They crawl slow around
Inconsolable white light
The sob heaving chest
The city crushes
The will of bleak emptiness
I yearn for forests
Within the jungle
Only one kind of law rules
No constricted schools
Unmanned the learning
When the forests are burning
All animals flee
When all are equal
In problems solutions lie
The friend in rival
Give me the blind eye
Let me treasure ignorance
That seeps as I sigh
Humanity’s pains
Grit my teeth shatter my bones
Survival in clones
Twirl me a new leaf
Grant me renunciation
Turn me the tables
Tabula rasa
When all is said and undone
Back to the square one
Reading of the poem:
μάνος χατζιδάκις – Ερωτική άσκηση για 2
μάνος Χατζιδάκις Σ’ Αγαπώ αλίκη καγιαλόγλου
Manos Xatzidakis – Gioconda’s Smile
Surreptitious
12 July 2016
It is done
The numb look away
The good cry
The bad smile
The music goes on a while
Before curtains fall
Bleak recall
Bis repetita
Non placent
Moving on
The art of dramaturgy
Through comedy’s peaks
Twined effort
Compounding inches
Of the flesh
Quarter pound
The quakes in hundreds resound
Of flailing senses
The garish
In hues of Toulouse
Colours me
Split rainbows
Released in dreams nightmarish
Fascinating haunt
The boys taunt
The stray kitten meek
Their eyes cruel
Their minds fuel
Imagination Hydes seek
To play with the prey
Wilting zone
Surreptitious play
For undead
Kingdoms rise
Survivors none the less wise
A black crown to hone
Reading of the poem:
Curtain falls – Blue
Sorry seems to be the hardest word – Blue feat. Elton John
Elements – Blue
Vois le sort qui m’amène au pays du déni
(Poème écrit sous la forme de Sonnet Occitan, traduit en anglais ci-dessous ou ici)
20 mai 2016
Me vois-tu là œuvrer préparer le départ
Eriger mes flambeaux en vue d’un long voyage
Tu peux lors admirer le summum de mon art
De tanner oripeaux en un immense voilage
Le départ va sonner trois petits tours et un quart
Vois préparer les eaux insondable barrage
Miroir pour se mirer traversée de l’écart
Estampillés les sceaux de mon royal plumage
Je perce les flancs serrés d’un rideau de combats
Tréteaux blafards d’une scène où l’on vit l’ennemi
Coups en corps par milliers inlassables soldats
Vois le sort qui m’amène au pays du déni
Qui me fait retourner au ciel de mes abats
Où j’enfante Roi mécène Dieu des deux mondes béni
Lecture du poème:
Je m’en vais – Miossec
Brest – Miossec
La Grande Marée – Miossec
See the fate that brings me to land of denial
(translation of a Sonnet written in french in Occitan Sonnet format. See original above or here)
20 May 2016
Do you see me at work preparing departure
Erecting my torches for a very long trip
You can now admire the pinnacle of art
In tanning all the rags into an immense sail
The departure will ring three small rounds and quarter
See prepare the waters in unfathomable wall
Mirror to see oneself, the crossing of the gap
Well stamped are now my seals of royal heritage
I pierce through the tight flanks of curtain of combat
Pale trestles of a scene where we live enemy
Shots in body thousands from the tireless soldiers
See the fate that brings me to land of denial
That makes me return to heaven of my innards
I give forth King patron God of both worlds blessed
Reading of the poem:
Death is the road to awe – Clint Mansell
Xibalba – Clint Mansell
Stay with me – Clint Mansell
Deep within lake Blue
6 February 2016
The days fly
Swirl of emotions
The feelings
Intense growth
Conscious expansion of soul
Fear is of the dead
Body stirred
Impact of broad chest
Beating heart
Blinking eyes
Fleeting moments of unrest
Blue and brown curtain
Mesmerised
Drowning in blue skies
I kissed lids
Fluttering
Bit shoulder a teasing wake
Of sleeping giant
Lazy days
Succession of nights
Lost in grains
Sandy brown
Like sawdust in milky way
Freckles a highway
Speeding lanes
A map to follow
Adventure
Departure
A promise cast on the brink
Of reaching somewhere
Thrill subsides
Yet it grows steadfast
The heartbeat
Soul echo
This is now for tell and show
Meanings unburdened
He said soft
Did you hear of Mars
Hitherto
There I lived
Speak to me of your Venus
Perhaps we can trade
I churned it
Whirling whirlwind looked
Upside down
Inside out
Every nook and corner spoke
Of unfailing love
The mind speaks
A foreign language
Heart oozes
Inky red
Stories of a thousand nights
One infinity
All else paled
Muted melodies
Hopeful peeps
Fear that creeps
Disguised in faltering love
Blown away by breeze
True love stands
More than bad weather
Dilating
Expanding
By the self replicating
Infinite system
One and one
Are more than mere sum
Less than two
Souls entwined
Between valleys and the peaks
Deep within lake Blue
Reading of the poem:
Blue Velvet – Bobby Vinton
Birdy – Not about Angels
Birdy – T Shirt
Birdy & Rhodes – Let it All Go
Birdy & Jaymes Young – Best Shot
Humanity stuck in throat (With Love only Creed)
6 December 2015
Sometimes I throw up
From a small tightened belly
Waters muddy brown
A share of disgrace
From non-existent lean wells
River banks of stench
Sometimes I throw up
Endless fights in name of Gods
Blind to their fake creed
Giddiness alerts
A wave of nausea strikes
Within pulsing Heart
Sometimes I throw up
Humanity stuck in throat
Like an endless thorn
While the dead bear dead
And life dwindles in lost Hope
As powers grow walls
Sometimes I digest
Small miracles of caring
Emblems of sharing
A slice of fresh bread
Multiplied not divided
For aching stomachs
Sometimes I digest
As the young outgrow shackles
With Peace in their trails
New Dawn beckoning
Skies of reachable Nature
Resting place of coils
Sometimes I digest
Small measures of blue freedom
With Love only Creed
Unstoppable Grace
Traces of Ancient Wisdom
The Death of the Greed
The Old Ways – Loreena McKennitt
The Mystic’s Dream – Loreena McKennitt
Seeds of Love – Loreena McKennitt
A Time for Us – Andy Williams
A Tale of wincing virtues
5 December 2015
Of broken items
Furniture, relics and dreams
She had a room filled
The bustling places
Livelihood of ghostly gait
Simmering ashes
Mocking birds’ speeches
Tunes of ivory and stone
Cast in slow pavements
Slippery ridges
On banks leading to nowhere
From rivers of ice
Stretches of treasures
Meaningful pebbles of Life
Appealing to none
Cruises for the dead
Box of chatter for leisure
Frigid drooping shores
Songs of soft nothings
Of quiet little measures
Distilling poisons
A hymn to the knaves
The unrelenting few dazed
Strewn astride her past
Book of small paces
Featuring starlets and sods
Blank fading faces
Of quirks of the game
A Tale of wincing virtues
Of falsehood and blame
Boulevard of Broken Dreams – Greenday
I walk Alone – Tarja Tarunen
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