Living in Truth where shadows lie

Living in Truth where shadows lie

13 September 2016

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The rain poured on land of empty

Where snakes hissed on the desert sands

The feet that trod the barren lands

Danced slow to the newfound plenty

 

The sands curdled like frumenty

A tidal wave that crowds disbands

Covered all but for groping hands

Reaching out for Twenty Twenty

 

I glimpse it all with withered sigh

Twin peaks that skies then pierced anew

What breaches Truth in Truth must die

 

From waters grave we rise and fly

We turn our backs the choosing few

Living in Truth where shadows lie

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Song to the Siren – Flavia Vallega Krystael

Stella nell’Infinito – Flavia Vallega Krystael

Presenza – Flavia Vallega Krystael

The greatest divide

The greatest divide

5 September 2016

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Digital

Flicker on the clock

Three three three

Wake-up call

Mind goes through all I recall

The buzz of the fall

 

Dark flashes

The light particles

Spirits haunt

Old temples

The paper burning crumples

The weight of my words

 

Gathered herds

Reckoning of Times

Passages

Through needles

Unbridled journey speeding

Through fabric of space

 

My wrapping

Immaterial

The loyal

Calm await

They perceive the long lost gait

Whispers of my mind

 

Circles squared

Answers in the Pi

We research

Fruits of lie

Geometry distorted

In withering planes

 

Traversing

The greatest divide

I pierce Heart

In knowledge

Walking on rim of sky’s edge

Soul immemorial

 

Reading of the poem: 

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The Devil is in details

The Devil is in details

14 February 2016

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The vultures

Tired dark buzzards

Hungry pair

She had hair

He had all but a tight crop

More akin to a mop

 

They flew high

On their senseless greed

Death doth feed

These creatures

Hidden in despair’s darkness

Black words their prowess

 

Drip by drip

Intelligence fed

In doses

With slow words

Dictation manure for bred

In pots with roses

 

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Ink to dry

Faces sweet that lie

Grimacing

Rubbing faults

In misheard treasures hunted

Off the grammar’s scales

 

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The fools’ vain

Interpretation

Intent slain

The pair split

Twice the share’s unholy kit

Bleak fraternity

 

He went North

She headed down South

Where her mouth,

She belonged

The Devil is in details

Sadness wails me pails

 

Three can play

Only one can rule

In valleys

Of the blind

They say the subject is fool

One-eyed King scurries

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Everybody’s fool – Evanescence

Going under – Evanescence

Driving with the Devil – Brasher Bogue

A Beautiful Lie

A Beautiful Lie

12 December 2015

 

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Sally liked to eat spinach. She liked it so much that she had it cooked in various types of dishes and toured the world in search of new recipes to try out – not really of course but in her head, silly, or she would probably be eating something else than just spinach.

Sally was lonely. How could it be anything else? If her parents had named her Chappy perhaps she would have been happy or if her parents had made her a boy, perhaps her life would be filled with Joy but no, they had made her a girl and named her Sally predestining her to be lonely. Come to think of it, had she been a boy and had they named her Vlad, she might have been sad. Then again she might also have been glad or mad, which she was most certainly boy and Vlad or not.

Now enough of all that emotional nonsense and back to some fitting and filling food like spinach for instance. As I said, Sally liked to eat spinach and you might even say she was obsessed by spinach to the highest degree. If she were a King – or a Queen for that matter, she had again lost her head would have said the hatter, forgetting that she was a girl after all – she would make sure to issue a decree that spinach be eaten by all and that it be served throughout the kingdom for free.

Sally had no kingdom though or at least none that others could see. Her friend the hatter saw it of course but that did not count any more than the crown on her head did because none could see hatter either. So Sally the lonely – hatter excepted – Queen with a kingdom that none could see sat at her table eating spinach. Of the finest sort it was, the spinach – at least hatter and her were both of the same opinion.

  • Two is a company you know hatter she said.
  • Well of course dearest queen and best spinach eater of all my friends
  • Am I your bestest friend hatter?
  • You’re my bestest best friend ever.
  • Do I look like a beautiful queen?
  • You are the fairest queen ever in this kingdom. Cross my heart with a piece of silver if I lie to you; please my Lady. Times are tough

Sally looked up at hatter but it was not he really who had said that nonsense. He was not used to saying such nonsense you know. Anybody who knew him would tell you that. It was a man standing in front of her table his face looking like it could really do with some spinach to put some colour back into the pale of it which spread everywhere except the tip of his nose that was bright red.

  • Would you like some spinach, she volunteered
  • No ma’am
  • But I am sure you will feel much better
  • I am sure you will feel better eatin’ that spinach an’ all yerself ma’am and I’d hate to spoilt it for ya
  • Oh well, I guess you’re right but I don’t have any silver for you, just perhaps a pound or two but tell me what will you do if I give one of them to you?
  • I should buy me some food ma’am
  • That sounds reasonable but I still don’t understand why you don’t just eat it right here and now as this spinach is really a treat

The man with the face shuffled and kept quiet eyeing her purse so Sally took one pound out and gave it to him feeling like Florence Nightingale handing out some life-saving medicine. She held back and smiled a wide smile at him

  • Do I look like a beautiful Queen?
  • The most beautiful queen ever ma’am
  • Am I your best friend now?
  • You’re my best friend ever ma’am

She gave him the pound the large smile still on her lips and as she gazed at him disappearing, she caught a glimpse of herself in the rear-view mirror of a car. A big chunk of spinach was stuck in the middle of her teeth colouring her smile and her hair looked like she had just wrestled with a wildcat. She looked up searching for the clown-faced man and found him entering the pub across the street, an arm raised already ordering his daily dose or so it seemed. So much for honesty she thought. She checked her reflection again and smiled a green smile. It was still a Beautiful Lie.

 

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A Beautiful Lie – 30 seconds to Mars

 

This post is part of the FRIDAY FICTION with RONOVAN WRITES Prompt Challenge #5

Ping back and rules here

The idea is to write a short story using as title the title of a song you like. For me it was A Beautiful Lie

Please feel free to comment. This is my first attempt at short fiction and I have difficulty writing concisely in prose although I have made progress in writing short in poetry thanks to the Japanese forms of tanka, haiku and senryu. I am aware I am still a stretch from actual flash fiction 😀

 

Of mice and dices

Of mice and dices

9 December 2015

 

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My toes in the sand

Chipped irregular paintings

Edges’ adornments

 

Colourless waters

Whisking away solid grounds

I stand through nowhere

 

The sea comes to die

On sinking sand that withstands

My frame as I lie

 

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Down crashes the moon

Picture perfect of night fall

Under rising sun

 

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The waves roared thunderous

Upon wild decaying shores

Swept dark moonlight’s blue

 

Winter’s rain beckoned

Fleeting recognition’s wink

Seasons bear their tides

 

I rose up to ends

Stammered stories, chattered pains

Of mice and dices

 

 

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Howard’s End Trailer

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Authenticity

Authenticity

19 Sepember 2015

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Shielding armours wear

The weight of a million stones

Sinking upon Heart

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Straining muscles tear

The rippling of the ribcage

Prelude to Heart scars

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In all endeavours

Lack of soul bears muddy ends

Swamp rises with greed

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Spell Heart of Dragon

Ask for more than words’ measures

To build a new creed

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Whispering Dungeon

Awaits those who bring deceit

Into House of Light

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Cursing mocking bird

Befalls those who bring conceit

Into House of Dark

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Balance in Houses

Mends between Heart and Mind’s play

Subtle game of cards

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Out of balance sways

Thirsting Heart that rises bright

Taking Dark for Light

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Look into Abyss

And cloak not your inner qualms

Secret Dark creates

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Look into Divine

And shine bright your inner face

Light in Heart you know

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Authenticity

Spelling rarer by the day

Fighting through the night

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Make your life serene

Between the Truth and the Lie

Choose the wiser cut

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Out living a lie

Out living a lie

24 March 2015

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Green nails raked the ground

As the gardener combed on

The moss-ridden land

Covered in nebulous clouds

My mind sought to soar above

 

Stone split in splinters

As hammer drove on heavy

Heaving with the might

Chest weighed down by force of mind

Imploded into ashes

 

Woodpecker carved on

Its beak relentless into

Soft bark that bled red

Delicate core oozed crimson

While iron cage survived time

 

Dark whispered to light

As crying voices withered

Out living a lie

Stale truth in form broke feigned bond

As mind outlived memories