The souls spared

The souls spared

4 April 2020

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Smother not

The wilful intent

It breathes low

Remedies

For the dark venture to cease

The mind none to tease

 

Pursue Art

Within mighty heart

The power

To harness

Kingdoms beyond the darkness

Where brave stand duress

 

Look beyond

Written in the skies

The hearts paired

The souls spared

The breach a keen reminder

When the mind despaired

 

Reading of the poem:

The Lumineers – Sleep On The Floor (Official Video)

The Shaman Tales 7 : The spells

The Shaman Tales 7 : The spells

2 April 2020

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At first there came the sound and then another and another making it a word. Then the mind looked into the heart and bound itself to it. Then the heart and mind bound breathed into the word and the spell came into being. It was as easy as that to create a spell. Was it that easy, she thought? Then of course it occurred to her that it was not that easy to bind the mind to the heart. It took years of practice just for the mind to be able to look properly into the heart, let alone bind itself to it. The magic was strongest though when the heart and mind were effortlessly bound together and remained that way.

 

Once the spell released into the outer world, it was important that this was picked up by strong consciousness points. These were essentially creative people because their hearts and minds were bound together and stayed so effortlessly. In the process of disseminating the effect of the spell, one creative person counted as a million individuals who were neither creative nor having looked into their hearts with their minds and bound them together. She knew anyway that it was rare for a person to have bound their heart and mind and not become a creative person as a result of that exercise so in general the target was creative people.

 

For the magic to work without her intervention, it was sufficient to have at least 10 creative people read or hear the spell. If they read and heard it, it was even more efficient. The more creative people who were involved in the reading or hearing of the spell, the better it worked. For some reason, the spell attained its peak when a million creative people read and heard it and from that point on, the magic mutated and did not have the same effect anymore. It was not that it worsened. It just became different and she always marveled to see what different effects could be obtained when the magic spell mutated.

 

Dead Can Dance – Kiko

In the heart that moved

In the heart that moved

31 March 2020

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Delude me

Canticles of lore

We will pray

Never more

To fears etched within the skies

Downtrodden in lies

 

Elude me

The chest in bosom

I will wake

Griffin’s spark

Fumbling fingers through the dark

Reach the love’s lighthouse

 

Preclude me

Once upon a rhyme

I witnessed

Miracles

Thawing frozen icicles

In the heart that moved

 

Reading of the poem:

Flora Cash – You’re Somebody Else – Lyrics

Waiting for your hand

Waiting for your hand

30 March 2020

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Shrill banshee

Wailing across seas

She gathers

The seers

Winding through our gliding fears

Within snakes’ coils

 

Skies burn slow

Within my whisper

Carry me

Into past

When we thought the breath would last

Beyond sentences

 

I weighed them

Weight of wayward words

Deep set eyes

Shadows, lies

Where I extended my life

Waiting for your hand

 

Reading of the poem:

The Night is an Ocean – Winter Aid

Softly – Winter Aid

Slumber – Winter Aid

I am gone

I am gone

30 March 2020

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Did you see ?

The ripple-clad lake

In shining

Replicates

The wonders that we can be

When we’re pacified

 

Speak to me

The birds have lost songs

Their beaks blue

Like my soul

My mind relinquished control

The lack in your words

 

Hone me slow

Caress my feathers

I am gone

In song shrill

Birds calling on window sill

They follow shadows

 

Reading of the poem:

Within – Winter Aid

In shape of our hearts

In shape of our hearts

27 March 2020

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Remember

The chirping robin?

When it came

From within

Heartbeats paired with rising spring

Composed song to sing

 

The dewdrops

Parallel to lash

Bated breath

Composure

Of beating lungs exposure

Strength of heart measure

 

Drawn insight

Stealth within the light

The darkness

Now vivid

Shining lighthouse all imparts

In shape of our hearts

 

Reading of the poem:

A Scene Of La Seine – Yuhki Kuramoto

Lake Louise II – Yuhki Kuramoto

Shape of Love – Yuhki Kuramoto

The raven that flew

The raven that flew

26 March 2020

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Pray hearken

The raven that flew

Now anew

Yes anew

Will you reach into flowers

And grant us the dew?

 

Hark listen

The raven that flew

Yet it knew

Yes it knew

That you and I through hours

Was a tale so true

 

Now darkened

The raven that flew

T’was for two

So it blew

On the Sycamore treetop

It sat black and blue

 

Reading of the poem:

Nicki Parrott – I Will Wait For You