Sums of nothingness

Sums of nothingness

26 August 2018

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They flew in bosom

Starry eyed children from home

Otherworldly trace

 

Mother stilled my heart

Creepers exhaled wilderness

Petals hung in air

 

Old garlands crumbled

Yesterday’s gods lived no more

Peace an outsider

 

Carved doors stayed ajar

Valleys and hills relayed height

Journeys dispelled fear

 

Moonbeams carried sight

Into the night I rode lone

Withered traces swept

 

Retracing mindscape

Counting footsteps I gathered

Sums of nothingness

 

Reading of the poem: 

Here without You – 3 Doors Down

 

 

Hands towards the sky

Hands towards the sky

25 March 2018

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Rushing winds

Whistling through the night

As I rise

Within skies

We are more to realise

Boundless our soul’s core

 

Breathe me more

I am humming heart

We gather

When we start

Travel to the edge of dreams

To heat of sunbeams

 

Inside me

Photons whiz madly

Journey on

Relentless

Infinity extending

Hands towards the sky

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Live on Forever – The Afters

Fireflies in the sky

Fireflies in the sky

7 March 2018

The road was getting darker as she drove further into the wilderness. Looking back into the rear view mirror she could see the city fading behind her. Soon the city lights would all be gone. She pondered whether she should continue on this road as there were no street lights. She realised that if she got lost here there would be nobody to turn to help for as not many people chose to go through this road, especially at this time of the night.

As if in answer to her internal question, a small light flickered ahead and she thought it to be a good omen. Surely there would be a few people ahead of her whom she could ask for help if she were to get stranded on these external routes. She pressed the pedal and sped toward the source of the light which flickered before it went out. Her doubts returned again but she decided to carry on all the same. All around her she could feel the desert slowly closing in on her as the road branched into smaller desert paths.

She drove on in almost pitch black except for where her headlights cleared a path in the black of the night. At times she was not even sure anymore that she was still on the path except for the fact that she could feel hard ground under the wheels. She decided to pay special attention to the feel of the road and to return in case she felt the front wheels touch any sand. She was aware that if she got stuck in the sand here there would be little chance of her getting out of it before the morning.

She marveled at how just a few kilometers away from the heart of a buzzing city full of nightlife one could go to such pitch black silence. In the distance she could hear the hum of the electrical posts that were relaying life saving electricity to the residents of the city. She thought to herself that while people could use candlelight to replace the bulbs in case of an outage nobody could do anything against the heat if such a thing were to happen. She remembered the month in July when her air conditioner had been out of service and the landlord had taken weeks to repair it. Each day had then been like a journey into hell and her helper had had to change the bedsheets every day.

She noticed a flicker again in the sky and decided to drive in its direction. The tiny flicker grew a bit and was joined by other flickers that started to grow in size as she drove nearer. She could see in the distance an outline of trees with the flickers just above the treetops. She hastened towards the point where all the flickers seemed to converge, anxious to find out where the flickers came from. Soon she reached the end of the desert path which then turned into sand. She took out the torch light from the glove compartment and proceeded toward the source of the flickering light.

After a few meters, she came into what seemed like a growth of several palm trees and other trees she could not identify. At the top of the trees she could see hundreds of them flickering in the sky. It was like a cosmic dance of light and she realised that the flickering was from fireflies. The sky was full of them. She wondered how the fireflies had gotten here and then decided to enjoy the sight without further questions. She raced back to the car and took out the mat that she kept there. She unfolded it on the ground and lay on it, gazing up at where the fireflies in the sky competed with the light of the stars. It was the first time in a long while that she could actually see the stars. The fireflies with the backdrop of the stars was so beautiful it brought tears to her eyes as she lay back gazing at the illuminated sky.

 

Fireflies – Owl City

Within and without

Within and without

5 May 2017

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The dark shout

From wells of the doubt

End to flout

Thrash about

In beginnings star-fed stout

Within and without

 

Reading of the poem: 

Sins of a Solar Empire – Toma

Terraforming – Toma

This is the End of everything – Toma

One Day Superman – Toma

Two – Toma

In Perfect harmony – Toma

End of my Journey

End of my Journey

5 May 2017

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Brotherhood

Once raised to do good

Cloaked in hood

Wed the wood

Branded fellows cattle food

Goal misunderstood

 

The resolve

Of star bred absolve

Problems solve

Winds revolve

Magnitudes where they devolve

Humans to evolve

 

Destiny

Oracles that see

History

Law of Three

Wade in waters to the knee

End of my Journey

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Brotherhood – John Dreamer

Becoming a Legend – John Dreamer

True Strength – John Dreamer

Rise Extended – John Dreamer

It’s Time – John Dreamer

End of my Journey – John Dreamer

 

In the southern sun

In the southern sun

20 April 2017

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Mind awkward

In journey onward

Fly toward

Heart upward

Rising within the inward

Abandoned the herd

 

Stitch a rag

Hoisting sail to drag

Moments lag

In time’s bag

Chest unheeding tongues that wag

The heart rising flag

 

In skies run

The soul’s prisons shun

Fate outrun

Join the fun

Of what we sisters had spun

In the southern sun

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Brother – Ludovico Einaudi

Run – Ludovico Einaudi

Time Lapse – Ludovico Einaudi

Open doors

Open doors

13 April 2017

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Sniffing free

Immortality

Whistling through

Winds so true

The doors knocking to the beat

Of the prancing feet

 

Breathing hard

Looking past the shard

On the cheek

Of the meek

Death transcendence April tool

Journey of the fool

 

Open doors

Nightingales cross floors

Bending cores

Welding shores

The shaking limbs keep me scores

Of the records’ stores

 

Reading of the poem: 

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The Song of the Stones – Trobar de Morte

Natural Dance – Trobar de Morte

The Pagan Way – Trobar de Morte