The Edge of the Light

The Edge of the Light

24 June 2018

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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

 

Do you hear me now ?

Do you hear me now ?

24 June 2018

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Wasted memories

Withered jasmine flowers cast

A pathway to home

 

Lilies in the pond

Roots swaying under water

Beckoning to stems

 

Yesterday’s trials

Reaching the otherworldly

Luminescent talks

 

Edge of sanity

Hovering in between worlds

Seeing the unseen

 

Ghost whispers in me

Beseeching wandering thoughts

A silent prayer

 

Sheltered happenings

Breathing into the ether

Do you hear me now ?

 

Reading of the poem: 

Adiyogi: The Source of Yoga – Original Music Video ft. Kailash Kher & Prasoon Joshi

It rained in my Heart

It rained in my Heart

15 March 2018

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Desert skies looming

Grey landscapes of dust and toil

Sun’s pallor lasted

 

Butterflies hung low

Paper birds flirted with winds

Sands wasted on skin

 

Trees shriveled in sight

Limp grass a patchwork of gloom

Green a memory

 

Stillness at peak point

Air absent in atmosphere

Windmills in the mind

 

Whisper from lost Home

Scent of jasmine in the air

Ray pierced into Grey

 

Skies broke into blue

Keen thoughts stirred within my soul

It rained in my Heart

 

Reading of the poem: 

Six Hours – Abel Korzeniowski

In upward movement

In upward movement

20 May 2017

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Churn my wheels

Spin through my mindscapes

They translate

Change to come

Rotation a spin of Times

Creating with rhymes

 

Read through me

The books forgotten

Treasure hunt

Ill-gotten

Gold an alchemist’s project

A dream to reject

 

Morph me slow

Pictured yesterday

When we lay

In warm hay

Looking at twin suns that rose

New old to depose

 

Ring in me

Bell of home coming

When we speak

In drumming

Beats of the hearts that will learn

What in soul we yearn

 

Breathe through me

Void of the living

When we gave

Forgiving

The random web of deceit

Our soul free complete

 

Break in me

The downward spiral

When the wake

Feels viral

The morrows lead denouement

In upward movement

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Taro – Alt-J

Matilda – Alt-J

Dissolve Me – Alt-J

Mutation intent

Mutation intent

13 May 2017

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Listen to the rain

It flows washing the sorrows

To castles in Spain

 

Redraw the sources

Map a treehouse in ether

Where clouds will find home

 

Unlearn the lessons

Chemistry in Alpha bent

Mutation intent

 

Reading of the poem:  

The Past Disappears – Bvdub

 

The Cleopatra Tales 1: Divine Union – Hieros Gamos

The Cleopatra Tales 1: Divine Union – Hieros Gamos

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Myriads of petals

Myriads of petals

3 June 2016

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Breathing in

Scent of the morrows

All within

Lies without

We are all going somewhere

Home renewed concept

 

The stars shine

With the promises

Of new worlds

They shimmer

Within the hearts buried deep

Exhaling glimmer

 

We flow straight

In dancing patterns

Blue circles

Entwined frames

Collisions of our bodies

Myriads of petals

 

Reading of the poem: 

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That Next Place – Thomas Newman

Not at Home

Not at Home

14 May 2016

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The garden

Withers from the sun

It once breathed

Shining bright

The same rays give life and death

All is in dosage

 

Drop by drop

Even venom cures

Plastic face

Renews grace

Through the effect of poison

Coursing through its lines

 

Drip by drip

The blood exchanges

Old for new

They were few

Now they scurry throughout Earth

Ants in royal hills

 

Pulse by pulse

We measure other

The heartbeat

A keen drum

Of all the feelings the sum

Muffled nothingness

 

Pace by pace

I gain momentum

Consistence

The tedium

Daily inching towards hope

While this Earth I roam

 

Not at home

Lost in wilderness

Green ivy

Enchains me

Into thickest of the fear

As I look for keys

 

Not at home

The padlock still creaks

Though I oil

Its hinges

Stealing myself through thin holes

For a glance at home

 

Soul cringes

Upon the return

The elders

They make way

Brash generations today

Their young mind wavers

 

Not at home

No lessons are learnt

Amnesia

The only tool

I chase my tail like a fool

Humourless plaything

 

Not at home

Invisible dome

Compresses

Suppresses

The eyes in all Cypresses

Giant lookout post

 

Reading of the poem:  cypresses pali-shop com Two Cypresses by Vincent Van Gogh

Sunny Road – Emiliana Torrini

Tookah – Emiliana Torrini

Baby Blue – Emiliana Torrini

As He leads me Home

As He leads me Home

25 April 2016

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Slippery steep slope

The past a sleek marble wall

For the lost to grope

 

Holding on to threads

Silken, embedded in cracks

No basis for fate

 

The future’s presents

Unseen by the blind of heart

Pennies on their eyes

 

See them walking dead

Their bosoms laden with stones

Of their precious kind

 

Garland of flowers

Withering from stressful times

Each their own cross borne

 

I dwell in the now

My feet open source of surge

Thunderbolt for skies

 

Electricity

Coursing through my seething hands

His message of love

 

Infinity calls

Within my chest the answer

As He leads me Home

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Crisis of Faith – Audiomachine

Path to Freedom – Audiomachine

Home Again – Audiomachine

Within I am Home

Within I am Home

3 February 2016

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I killed it

The doubt that ate me

Swallowed hard

In pain’s pangs

I breathed out pieces

Of what we had been

 

Summer’s taunt

A blue lake’s sadness

Flight no more

An option

We cast memories like faint rocks

They sink into Time

 

You spoke not

Our mouths were sewn tight

With regret

In corners

Where dark spent itself ageless

When the years forged light

 

Forgery

Copy of feeling

The kneeling

Unheard knight

Communication’s lost road

Works to his delight

 

Lost glory

Unspoken wisdom

It sings harsh

Like a clang

When pianos once smooth then rang

Strident melodies

 

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Forgotten

Your traits wrinkled cringe

Like corpses

Found bloated

In waters that have lost strength

Of their deep sources

 

I squared roots

Hit on triangles

They chimed shrill

Like pain’s wave

I found my death in a cave

Where hunters wrote life

 

He points shoots

The gun in my hand

Mere witness

Blue porter

I usher the tools of death

Slayer’s assistant

 

Mouth flippant

Heart in between lips

I spit out

The venom

Deep it runs so low it hums

Slight it overtakes

 

I am gone

There is a place lost

In my mind

Where I roam

Alone and blissful at peace

Within I am Home

 

Reading of my poem: 

This poem was inspired by a small exchange about abuse and how difficult it was to understand the victim’s stance. I therefore thought I should shed some light albeit in a poetic way from my own experience of how it happens and why one accepts it for so long. I guess it is simply the safe havens that we create which allow the experience to last, some sort of dissociation from what is happening in reality. I was not sure I should add this comment but I realised that the perspective of the subject of abuse seems really hard to grasp and readers don’t seem to have understood what this poem was about mainly. Perhaps my writing is too cryptic sometimes.

Just to reassure you, I am no longer in that kind of situation anymore and usually now smell abusers from a distance. In the self-preservation mode now, I have also severed relationships which might have been good but my principle has always been if he cannot control anger, bitterness or cannot handle stress, that is -even though slight and even though it may absolutely not be directed towards me – an indication that he has the potential of an abuser and I shy away even from that potential these days. Peace, kindness, compassion, humour and love are the only baggage I am willing to accept in any relationship and those who have not worked on themselves enough to have developed these traits are a total no-go for me, except in the cases of a friend in need of course.

within 25fps pl

 

Midge Ure – Fragile

Breathe me – Sia

Midge Ure – Breathe