Nine weeks surmising
28 January 2017
Implosions
In a fiery heart
Cause ashes
To flutter
Like butterflies catching Art
In agony’s dreams
Unstitched seams
The dress drops on ground
Masks unveiled
Eye revealed
Watching but through the heart streams
More than what it seems
Stand erect
Uncoil the love strands
Heart withstands
Love demands
Three a time to incubate
Nine weeks surmising
Reading of the poem:
I put a spell on you – Jesse Cook and Emma Lee
Into my nine realms
5-7 October 2016
Unravel
Depths of the token
Call of wild
Nature’s child
The twelve move into thirteen
The heart in chest keen
Pyramid
Three points of suture
The secret
Lost future
The galactic happenings
Renewed in endings
Golden horn
Blowing over winds
Peace treaty
Broken fast
The days counted to the last
Smothering waters
Heart falters
Summoning the dread
We were fed
Dose of lead
Counting drops of salvation
Retreat in nation
Madman hangs
To moon’s crescent flags
The will drags
Writhing rags
Semblances of our being
The Heart unseeing
Eternal
Journey of the suns
Water tilts
Into skies
My golden wings as she flies
Into my nine realms
Reading of the poem:
Burana – Irfan
The Golden Horn – Irfan
The Eternal Return – Irfan
I land on my feet
5-6 September 2016
Riddle me
Bullets of the fall
Showering
Innocents
Rows of blue begonias drenched
In carmine water
Ex-spleen me
Meaningless phrases
Connecting
The white dots
On whiteboard chalk erases
The sight of the light
Think of me
As a little cat
The Nine Lives
All Times’ Fleet
Throw me from the highest heights
I land on my feet
Reading of the poem:
Army of Me – Björk
Aquatic
5 September 2016
September
Month of the nine trees
Grows branches
Into skies
The Angels now hear the cries
The deafening tides
Tree trunks float
On rivers of hope
The mind copes
In sawing
The thoughts that pervade clawing
The glimmering leaves
Bark and leaf
Two to a third birth
We pluck them
From the hearth
They grow in wasteland marshes
The city harsh is
Countryside
Landscapes of the fall
Beckon slow
To soul’s call
Finest grass for the reaper
Green is the new black
Oxygen
Failing my two lungs
They gather
Communion
Of pairs they will be but one
Fate of the changeling
Uprising
In waves of morrow
Destiny
Aquatic
They move underground frantic
The stone is their tomb
Reading of the poem:
9 crimes – Damien Rice
Delicate – Damien Rice
I don’t Want to Change You – Damien Rice
Ten was the Number
23 October 2015
You led strong the path
Stark contrasts blinded the eye
That dwelt in the mind
I walked yesterday
Within your footsteps’ clamours
We both lost the way
Recovering sight
I shook the night’s salty waves
And brought you the light
You breathed into me
Heat of a thousand dragons
Forgotten treasure
I frosted your mind
Brought to it a chilling peace
My deadly waters
Tendrils lily white
Reaching out to ink pitch black
Rewrite nuances
Softly exploring
I opened the Heart Channel
Regenerating
Tomorrow’s bud stems
From roots that creep within Earth
Nine reaching for skies
From nine we split Three
As you and I climbed the Tree
Climbing us becomes
Ten was the Number
We had decomposed from nine
As the candles hung
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