My ghost above curtain blades
7 March 2017
They holler
Thieves in window frames
Looting free
Rage in spree
Rampant rise against justice
Excuse injustice
March Hatter
Demented eyes glow
The smoke slow
The holes blow
Extrusion mind and matter
Nothing that we know
Pinnacle
Of the moving shades
Jack of spades
In red wades
My ghost above curtain blades
Flickers as it fades
Reading of the poem:
Play Dead – Björk
The Cleopatra Tales 1: Divine Union – Hieros Gamos
Of weights unpacked the Heart mind frees
2 October 2016
Pulse at jawline ring at temples
The anger rises in defeat
Designs in blue waves now compete
Child of chatter cheeks in dimples
Promise lost the paper crumples
Shards of splinters in my eye meet
Remnants of the yonder heartbeat
Trodden feelings deadwood samples
Reaching through the timeless spaces
Vain wane invented memories
Waking sleep for Earthen traces
Discovering the height of trees
Movements halted muddled laces
Of weights unpacked the Heart mind frees
Reading of the poem:
Esbjörn Svensson Trio – Believe, Beleft, Below [ph. Noell S. Oszvald]
Esbjörn Svensson Trio – What Though The Way May Be Long
Esbjörn Svensson Trio – Reminiscence Of A Soul
Fleshy Trinity
2 October 2016
Choice in move
Synchronicity
Vivid stance
Universe
Leading player to the dance
Unicorns follow
We find groove
In bloom of the wild
Inner child
Replicates
Movements of unwritten slates
Between the three worlds
None to prove
Within shows without
The shoulders
Squared and stout
Witness what life is about
Wild horse to harness
Within us
Colours of the mind
Engorged boat
Willful float
Within trickles of sunshine
The rain to caress
Forget fuss
A twirl to remind
Of playgrounds
Blue garlands
When the oceans overcome
Deltas store Islands
Renewed thus
Remnants of the free
Moving tops
Twirling points
They move unmoved scattered joints
Fleshy Trinity
Reading of the poem:
Dancing with The Muse- Chris Spheeris
Dancing with The Muse – Chris Spheeris
Dancing with The Muse – Chris Spheeris
Warriors
20 May 2016
Do you hear
The call of the Love
Vibrations
Penetrate
Every fiber of our frames
Soul quits playing games
Still the mind
Hear inner voices
They speak Art
World’s beauty
Love is more than mere duty
The voice of the Heart
Earth revolves
Spinning round and round
Gathering
Deep essence
The twirling confirms presence
Of the inner self
The raindrops
They quench every thirst
Glistening
Falling free
The mighty brought to the knee
Forgotten children
Twining roads
They lead to escape
The blue fires
Rekindled
From ashes of the grey dust
Love is more than lust
The battle
Lies in giving in
Warriors
Splintered minds
Gather remnants of their kinds
Retrieving oneness
Reading of the poem:
Beauty Pure Consciousness and Infinity – Vargo
Precious – Vargo
Warriors – Vargo
Freelancer
20 February 2016
They work blind
Their tools are hammers
Mouth unkind
Sullen face
Words they spew are of disgrace
For crushed soul stammers
Shadow race
They crawl the Earth slow
High and low
Is not theirs
Like sparrow announcing rain
They scrape tides of pain
Others fly
Wings beacon of light
Soaring high
In the sky
Illuminating the night
Round the clock daytime
Merry hearts
Their high-pitched songs float
Above gloom
They shun doom
Silken sound ushered from throat
Life stills as it starts
I stand poised
Neither here nor there
In between
Light’s slices
There is more to it then seen
Balance to lead dance
Who should win
In love all is fair
I ponder
Freelancer
Recklessly casting dices
Leaving it to chance
Reading of the poem:
Hans Zimmer & Lisa Gerrard – Now we are Free
Heartbeat my Essence
24 November 2015
A beat for the calm
Before the tempest arose
A flutter harkened
A beat for the balm
Anointing oils liquefied
From pangs of my soul
A beat for the wild
After stormy weather broke
Within the branches
A beat for the child
Born and borne through darker calls
Silence its witness
A beat for the Love
Dilating all pours within
Violet skies’ flush
A beat for the Dove
High above in skies brandished
Now pulled through dark grime
A beat for the mind
Quintessential brainwave
Surging happiness
A beat for the blind
Hope shimmering for them brought
From Heaven’s waters
A beat for the brave
Bearing throb in chest unbent
Steal less for the night
A beat for the knave
Compassion more than pity
Governing life’s throngs
A beat for you, me
Heartbeat my Essence
A gift to the world
A beat for the free
Whose chest expands and dilates
Misery dies late
Heartbeats – Niladri Kumar
Healing lines my Heart
10 November 2015
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Walk unto altars
No sacrifice but the Grace
Of Blue requiems
Sing the nightingale
Twenty sparrows talked to crows
Of deserts’ pirates
Walk across the dunes
To the solitary grounds
Where angels wept tears
Enter your Temple
Within the sands of Time’s flow
Flaming bush whispers
Walk over the waters
Ebb and flow will set you free
Humble is the Pi
Breathe into the Ground
The fumes of tomorrow’s Life
As I set the Breath
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Walk into the skies
Let the airborne meet the Tunes
Silenced Chimera
Red was the sea’s glint
As she touched the sky-bred Flames
Breathing in the rain
Walk astride the Times
When her hair loose hung in grapes
Wine for the living
Blue was the sky’s Breath
Wings crossed the Ocean’s timelapse
A second coming
Walk under the stones
Crushing is the morrow’s grief
If countdown went wrong
More than a sole Head
Bellerophon my hand’s art
Healing lines my Heart
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Lord of the Rings – The Grace of Undómiel
Solitary Ground – Epica
This is the Time – Epica
The last one standing
14 August 2015
Confusion flew through
Earth’s core as it shook again
From his mad dances
Age-old female woke
Accompanying his steps
As he flew higher
Dishevelled and free
Their frames shimmering of stars
Neither in nor out
Black cosmos danced back
Milky way left out of trail
Of their prancing steps
Twirling and turning
Surrounded by countless void
They danced through abyss
All male all female
Racing exhaustion to be
The last one standing
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