Master to pleasure
5 May 2019
Shadowed skies
Glow in sunlit moon
The closed palms
Open soon
Twist and turn to hidden rune
Heaving written lies
Silent start
Journey in the wake
Slave in part
Teacher’s art
Ice he laid upon my heart
Never to depart
Steep the cost
A pound no measure
In the frost
Words were lost
Riddles once all my treasure
Master to pleasure
Reading of the poem:
North – Hammock
Southern bound
5 May 2017
Look around
Forlorn beaten ground
None to hound
Southern bound
The pathways never astound
Master of the sound
Reading of the poem:
Southerly signals – As Seas Exhale
Vers l’Avant – As Seas Exhale
The Healing process – As Seas Exhale
The Scribes 2: Releasing the Primal
14 December 2016
Scribe 23 was holding a locket that belonged to her Master and had been sent to her through his representatives. It was attached to a gold chain that had hung from her Master’s neck and was now swinging around her own. In the locket were inscribed the words invocatio and opposite the words there was a tiny vial that contained a few drops of the blood of the first Master, Elohim, who had passed the locket on to his first disciple Gabriel. She played around with the locket nervously while pondering whether her Master would deem it was the Time to leave yet and join him. Outside, in the outline of the sky, she could guess the dawn arriving but the city was still sleeping.
In one swift movement, she leapt out of the window and flew to the nearest building. She had first been exhilarated about having acquired this new skill but now it was getting tedious as she had to keep using the energy to do that. She had conjured items with too many usage times for the city and nobody needed anything anymore so she had to reduce the overflowing energy floating around so as to avoid the fate of those who had imploded. Throughout the years too much energy had accumulated within her as she had conjured very often and people had rewarded her immensely with their flow.
Perched on the top of the nearby building, she observed her own dwelling lying several meters below. She knew that she was not supposed to as they were essentially nomads but she had grown fond of this dwelling where she had stayed longer than with the others. Despite her attachment to it, she knew though that in an instant she would leave it if the Time did come. She wondered when the Master would summon her and why it was that his teachings had only been from afar unlike how it was for all the other Master-disciple relationships. Ever since the first time he had transferred half of his energy to her, it had been a period of enchantment going from one discovery to another but she had always wondered why he had not simply come into her life openly. Yet she could hardly complain as he accompanied her every step and watched over her at every moment, giving her guidance on every small matter she required assistance on.
Scribe 23 floated down from the building and walked back to the entrance of her dwelling. Dawn submerged the horizons in a growing light until she could slowly feel the sun rising behind her, its warmth slowly invading her back. She turned and gazed at it wondering at its amazing energy that they could harvest from so far away. What most of the population did not know was that the Scribes actually did not need the Earth conduits or the star gazers to derive the energy for the Conjuring. In fact, most Scribes actually were able to harness both energies themselves but they chose not to do it most of the time as they collected too much of it at a time. One of the rare times the Scribes would harness both energies was when they were making a disciple because that was the only way to create the Bond, which was the sacred link that tied a Master to his/her disciple and through which all the teachings were enhanced.
The dwelling in front of her was also waking up like the city behind her which had turned from sleepy to bustling in barely a few minutes. She knew she could no longer float to the balcony now but would have to walk upstairs if she wanted to watch the rising sun. She felt her Master beside her and greeted him. He greeted her back addressing her as Master too which was another oddity in this Master-disciple relationship. When she had asked him about it, his answer had been that she already was what he was preparing her to be. The answer had puzzled her but so had many things with her Master and she had learnt to accept the apparent contradiction and not push further than he was willing to go.
He smiled noticing her confused mood and made her understand that it would soon be the Time. When, she asked excitedly and he responded just a little over a fortnight. He made her understand that they would need the contents of the locket and they would need to perform the Conjuring together to release the Primal for the birth of the second sun. Would a second sun not fully scorch the Earth, she asked but he merely laughed off her question. She wondered what it would be like to have a second sun warming the Earth as he left her temporarily to perform some other task. She pondered that perhaps a second sun would finish off the remaining life on Earth as the heat would then become too intense.
He was back with her as she walked up the stairs and back to her room, onto the balcony where they both watched the rising sun. In over a fortnight, together they would be releasing the Primal. She wondered what that meant really but consoled herself with the fact that soon enough she would know.
Wings of Gabriel – Arcana
Someone else’s dream – Avi Rosenfeld
Far Away – Diana Boncheva
My Master my Slave
9 December 2016
Crossing gates
Of purgatory
The lives held
In barbed wire
The breath through which we expire
Kindling a new fire
Sustenance
More than mere penance
My backbone
Marble stone
Holding through stormy weathers
Loss of my feathers
We carve path
In cloud-rimmed blue skies
Where dark creed
Count the spies
They gather around the lies
Their fear unending
Surrendering
The only option
Giving in
Cloaked and thin
The source errors wanton glitch
Correctional twitch
Leitmotiv
Elevator pitch
I quote Heart
Sing bloodlines
Of all from which we are rich
Before sunset switch
He calls me
My Master my Slave
As we pave
A New World
Building with all that was hurled
The oncoming Wave
Reading of the poem:
The Inferno – Emma Shapplin
The Lovers – Emma Shapplin
Nothing Wrong – Emma Shapplin
Picking up the pieces right
2 October 2016
Illusion of you
Tendrils reaching out tickle
Mind of the fickle
Shimmering carpet
Palpable incandescence
Restoring essence
Jigsaw a flavour
The taste a blend of futures
Daunting promises
Path in needle’s eye
The bosom lost in the sigh
Throat in constriction
Secrets scattering
Master of the ancient ring
Whiff of ocean’s breeze
Blowing with the wind
Picking up the pieces right
Recomposed mind shapes
Reading of the poem:
Dancing with the wind – Omar Akram
Shimmering Star – Omar Akram
Passage into Midnight – Omar Akram
Masters ending in my release
22 September 2016
The golden dragons multiplied
Within the monsoons of the wild
The Gods of dark that we reviled
Shed weight of cloaks in which they lied
The secrets you and me confide
They grow like the stream meek and mild
Within the bosom of the child
Through rivers oceans amplified
I bore within me mysteries
Raked leafy lives revealing none
Blowing in winds through centuries
Call of soul echoing through breeze
Tribe of one outer world would shun
Masters ending in my release
Reading of the poem:
The Messenger – Anilah
The lost eye opens
5 June 2016
Inner worlds
Engulf everything
All begins
In the self
Ending in simple nothings
Sums of a lifetime
When all ends
Infinity’s rope
Mountaineers
Cling on to
Valleys and peaks disheveled
Remainders of us
Listen now
I know you recall
The first Time
When stars stilled
Measures of feelings distilled
The filter coarse net
The visit
Night’s exploration
The knowledge
Fever’s curve
More than hilltops to observe
Exponential graphs
Sighs and laughs
Learning is teaching
Self pupil
Meek master
The slow pacing goes faster
Inches of treasures
Relinquish
The woes and pleasures
Only thread
Regained sight
Through remnants of joy and plight
The lost eye opens
Reading of the poem:
I asked for Love – Lisa Gerrard & Patrick Cassidy
Beyond Connection
2 September 2015
I constructed you
You then deconstructed me
Laughed, hid the pieces
The key to the mind
Lies within thoughts’ meanders
Keys to heart flicker
Captured and released
Unwilling pact of freedom
Misplaced denied bonds
My hands lay helpless
Numbness then blood flowing back
Tingling sensations
Phantom cords cut all
Wounds that had crusted over
Where salt cauterised
Seeking the prison
Of mind that had most mattered
Cotton for the soul
Beguiled mind relived
A lifetime of servitude
To masters that fleeced
A shiver calling
To birth of a new era
Where slaves buy life back
A penny for Love
No quarters given today
Dime dozen’s fickle
Your form bathed in light
Cast against my darkness spelt
Chance of renewal
The candle’s flame lisped
Slithering towards my heart
Whispering new tongue
Every language ours
My thoughts trail off into yours
Beyond Connection
Ears pick up no sound
Artful measures a hiss feigned
Lungs filled in silence
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