The flaming bushes
13 July 2016
Thwarting Time
My hands unconstrained
Strumming rhyme
As it rained
From heavens dewdrops gathered
In my blooming Heart
The moon spake
Of suns disappeared
Like spirits
Of the leaves
Upon fall of seasons rake
Disincarnate flow
She said soft
I rise while he sets
I bed him
He bid me
A goodbye morrow’s token
The flaming bushes
Reading of the poem:
Song to the moon – Antonin Dvorak (Soprano: Renée Fleming)
O Lune de mes nuits blanches
(Poème écrit sous forme de Sonnet Occitan traduit en anglais ci-dessous ou ici)
19 juin 2016
La chaleur du désert n’empêche froid dans le Cœur
Du temps de l’innocence je garde instants fraîcheur
De courses dans les prés verts avant temps de rancœur
Quand acte déliquescence engendra fruit d’aigreur
Une chanson de Prévert ranime en moi clameur
Du temps de l’insouciance le long d’années bonheur
Chantant à cœur ouvert je recueille les pleurs
De mille nuits d’existence de vies rouges comme des fleurs
O Lune de mes nuits blanches dans tes robes argentées
Vois-tu les traces mortelles de nos ébats blessés ?
J’ai la mémoire qui flanche de trop d’âmes arpentées
Les vies lasses s’amoncellent en des remparts dressés
Echafaud où l’on tranche les cous aux lignes bleutées
Marées mortes ritournelles pour des devins pressés
Lecture du poème:
O Moon of my sleepless nights
(Translation into English of the Occitan Sonnet written in French. See original above or here)
19 June 2016
The desert heat prevents not cold in the Heart
From a Time of innocence, I keep fresh instants
Of running in green meadows before rancour time
When deliquescence act begat fruit of sourness
A song of Prévert revives in me outcry
Of an untroubled Time alongside years of happiness
Singing open-hearted I collect the tears
Of thousand nights of existence of lives red like flowers
O Moon of my sleepless nights in your silvery dresses
Do you see the deadly traces of our wounded lovemaking?
My memory fails me from too many souls travelled
The tired lives are stacking up in upright walls prepared
Scaffold where one slices the necks with the bluish lines
Dead Tides chorus for hurried soothsayers
Reading of the poem:
Sois tranquille – Emmanuel Moiré
Sans dire un mot – Emmanuel Moiré
Beau malheur – Emmanuel Moiré
The permanent game
17 June 2016
I am wind
Blowing through the ice
Kissing peaks
Lurking deep
Within caverns of the Earth
Beckoning to sun
I am sun
Hiding my glory
Behind clouds
Amongst crowds
Blue red and gold define me
Purple is my frame
I’m water
Flowing through the streams
Gushing forth
Gathering
Glowing energy for all
As I rush to source
I am hole
Blacker than the night
Inhaling
Exhaling
Birthing rejecting matter
Parallel highways
I am Her
Eternal woman
My hand’s touch
Skies’ magic
The blue womb of creation
In red glove of Love
I am Time
Flowing forth both ways
Thrice forward
Once backward
Step back a recognition
Of the wayward path
I am storm
Darkest hues of skies
When lightning
Kisses Earth
When the sky-kissed lands give birth
To new promises
I am light
Brightening darkness
Waning moon
Fills herself
My inner core endless well
Where she transfigures
I am fire
Bottled in the skies
Like genie
Of heavens
Stormy dome my birthing field
I flying Phoenix
I am sun
Rebirth my credo
Concentrate
Of new shapes
Baring the rocky landscapes
That my glare begets
I am all
Impermanent frame
Inner core
Mutating
Cells within replicating
The permanent game
Reading of the poem:
Kyrie – Antaeus
The journey
15 June 2016
Wrapping up
Tying the loose ends
In firm knots
They align
Their drooping figures a sign
Of the oncoming
Move further
The day’s labour calls
Diligent
Hands obey
Scales for the future they weigh
Disappearing mass
The sun sets
On valleys that sway
In tall homes
Preachers pray
Their rosaries a staircase
Between me and I
The night breathes
The scent of days churned
Through fingers
Still counting
The total bill amounting
To gate keeper’s fee
I fly lone
Through sunrise within
Moon and sun
Face to face
See me through deepest disgrace
Until I reach skies
The journey
Carries me through clouds
White and pure
Like his shrouds
He is King of my castle
His light my Kingdom
Reading of the poem:
Going somewhere – Abel Korzeniowski
Come Gentle Night – Abel Korzeniowski
Clouds – Abel Korzeniowski
Unwinding all Time
14 June 2016
The wind blows
On sands of the mind
Stripping bare
Ideas
Like wrecked car that truck tows
A recovery
Winding path
It leads to the source
Of all thought
Inner frame
Coil to all what we forgot
The discovery
Do you hear
The voices beckon
Other side
Welcomes air
As the wind hollows the wall
In between phases
In dreamtime
We travel places
Where we see
All that is
Today in tomorrow’s past
The events that last
Beyond Light
There is a darkness
That unfolds
Million leaves
The space tapestry it weaves
Fractal threads twirling
Splitting space
The guiding ridges
They join weave
The cuttings
Loosened ends that minds deceive
On isolation
In the Heart
Shudder throbbing walls
Inner blue
Outer red
In between a thin parchment
Of opposed syntax
The truth lies
In the middle way
Where souls twirl
To fading moon
Where the sage and the fool swoon
In ecstatic trance
Whirl with me
Through the bleak sandstorms
We will reach
Beyond norms
Where everything is nothing
Unwinding all Time
Reading of the poem:
Gafsa – Natacha Atlas
Maktub (etheric messages) – Natacha Atlas
C’est la vie – Jean-Michel Jarre feat. Natacha Atlas
Together again
30 May 2016
The coastline
Shimmers under sun
Wanton gleam
Daylight dream
Some things are more than they seem
Compounded interest
Your shadow
Crossing over mine
Dark omen
Of chances
Piercing looks replace glances
Serendipity
The story
Reads infinity
Tags misplaced
The soul braced
To your bedside I had raced
The shivering Tides
Silver moon
Overlooks the creek
Where we speak
Silent thoughts
Petals of flowers in pots
Manure of morrows
They will grow
The fading whispers
Of past Times
When we dreamt
All that dissolved and was meant
To be or to waste
Broken haste
Picking up pieces
Relaying
Songs playing
The soul to soul obeying
Together again
Reading of the poem:
Kites Background theme music
Ours Undying Realms
22 April 2016
Listen well
We speak in dreamtime
Son of skies
Sun of Earth
We bond beyond miracles
That hastened your birth
Immortal
Your sinking flesh dives
Into blue
Air bubbles
You are diluted endless
Our tool of the light
Blue in red
Knotted now the thread
Three circles
End the spine
The will then spoken divine
My blood daily wine
Sink your lips
Into my fountains
We chose you
Moon goddess
The tongue more than mere prowess
Pathways to the Gods
Purple hues
A lost world renews
Blessings born
From womb torn
The openings of wet tides
Dragon tamer rides
He springs forth
The second coming
The mother
A blue bride
Beginning in the ending
The circle is squared
The flames flared
Illusion a wisp
Of dying
Grey kingdoms
Hastened to the fleeting helms
Ours Undying Realms
Reading of the poem:
No Ordinary Love – Sade
Love is Found – Sade
Paradise – Sade
Your Love is King – Sade
Kiss of Life – Sade
Nothing can come between Us – Sade
Feel through lips see through Heart the pain now gone
17 March 2016
Remember the time you fit me like glove
The beach in our minds glistened under moon
We split the waters and gathered in love
Mastered tidal waves that ebbed all too soon
Fusion confusion wild horse and white dove
Through opposites strong wills do sway and swoon
Surrender, compromise to will above
Dark hour like light blaze stops shadows at noon
Take me to zero-point show me your face
Through mists that clear outline of Avalon
The mirror’s surface reflects sunken Grace
Rise above fumes of sorrow’s cloak you don
Come hither ease my frame out of white lace
Feel through lips, see through Heart the pain now gone
Reading of the poem:
La Genèse – Arman Amar
Glory’s wake
26 February 2016
Sacrifice
A three letter word
Embedded
In my streams
Your broken body in dreams
As they take you down
They walk high
Above wilting stars
Their reign dark
Our fate stark
Destiny written in scars
Etched in our feathers
Soul weathers
Many thunderstorms
The heart heals
In the light
From coursing river it swarms
Energy of blue
To renew
A leap of blind faith
Dark wedded
Starry skies
Waking souls discover lies
Under white covers
Moon hovers
Ominous silver
Lost star’s gate
It dissolves
Within the streams of their hate
As bosoms lay bare
Reach within
To morrows’ stories
I hold sight
Of beacons
Soaring eagles beyond might
Of Kings and regents
We are Queens
Within our kingdoms
Bold reasons
Hold our heads
Above the valleys he dreads
Renewal our means
She gives birth
To our sorrows’ death
We inhale
Holy breath
Woven through the times on Earth
Chosen detention
Glory’s wake
Within the surging
Energy
Coursing through
The hand extended now you take
Psalms our intention
Reading of the poem:
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Poets of the fall – Rebirth
Dreamtime’s kiss
13 February 2016
Wane spirit
Comfortably tucked
Beside me
Breathing soft
Exhaling scent of amber
Musk and sandalwood
The tremors
Silently waking
The body
A snug spoon
Whispering under the moon
Night of no farewells
Inky black
It extended wide
Our slumber
Deep consumed
With heartbeats now soft resumed
Rhythmical slow dance
Play the track
Synchronicity
Brought alive
In our ears
Lost in a shadow less dream
Casting away fears
Hearts flutter
Sleep’s proximity
Sheer hindrance
For the love
Waking duty’s vibrancy
No time for penance
At dawn’s stride
Unabashed fingers
Implore sly
Rise and lie
There are landscapes to explore
Under moon then sun
Seek and hide
Abundance in me
Roam the sky
Stir the sigh
Wake the fragrance that lingers
In heart of gardens
Make me miss
The moments of calm
When we knew
Deep and true
The linings of fate and clouds
White and silver shrouds
Dreamtime’s kiss
The most soothing balm
Heart so blue
Stirred anew
Beats to new found melodies
Where soul is at ease
9na Sinfonia – Beethoven
Moonlight Sonata – Beethoven
Fur Elise – Beethoven
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