Master to pleasure

Master to pleasure

5 May 2019

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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

Southern bound

5 May 2017

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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

The Scribes 2:  Releasing the Primal

14 December 2016

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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.

 

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Wings of Gabriel – Arcana

Someone else’s dream – Avi Rosenfeld

Far Away – Diana Boncheva

 

My Master my Slave

My Master my Slave

9 December 2016

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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: 

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The Inferno – Emma Shapplin

The Lovers – Emma Shapplin

Nothing Wrong – Emma Shapplin

 

Picking up the pieces right

Picking up the pieces right

2 October 2016

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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: 

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Dancing with the wind – Omar Akram

Shimmering Star – Omar Akram

Passage into Midnight – Omar Akram

Masters ending in my release

Masters ending in my release

22 September 2016

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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: 

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The Messenger – Anilah

 

The lost eye opens

The lost eye opens

5 June 2016

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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: 

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I asked for Love – Lisa Gerrard & Patrick Cassidy