Hands towards the sky

Hands towards the sky

25 March 2018

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Rushing winds

Whistling through the night

As I rise

Within skies

We are more to realise

Boundless our soul’s core

 

Breathe me more

I am humming heart

We gather

When we start

Travel to the edge of dreams

To heat of sunbeams

 

Inside me

Photons whiz madly

Journey on

Relentless

Infinity extending

Hands towards the sky

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Live on Forever – The Afters

Winding photons hum

Winding photons hum

20 April 2017

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Earth inhale

The journey a snail

Chests impale

Rising sail

The tongue in skies flying whale

Withered leaves exhale

 

Shooting sparks

Firing through the parks

Soaring larks

Dog that barks

Cerberus familiar harks

Upending of quarks

 

Momentum

Dust a lone kingdom

Now will come

His fiefdom

The mind tighter than a drum

Winding photons hum

 

Reading of the poem: 

 

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Harmoni – Anahata

 

Overcoming waves

Overcoming waves

25 March 2017

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Photons skid

Shimmering wildly

Flowing through

Paths of new

Bridging synapses like glue

Renewing mind Blue

 

Painted hue

See behind the veils

Concealed face

Calls with grace

Weaving broken wings with lace

Masterpiece solace

 

Hurts erased

Pick the shards de-phased

Thoughts misplaced

Lilies graced

All align as lightning raced

Overcoming waves

 

Reading of the poem: 

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The Light Between Oceans – Rubén Melià

The Stars Rainmaker

The Stars Rainmaker

24 March 2017

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Dancing trees

Grant me melodies

Prancing feet

Quick to meet

Photons running through my fleet

The thunder to greet

 

Gift hammer

Within shoulder blades

As it wades

Everglades

Sinking rising ace of spades

Threaded by our Art

 

Ne’er to part

From narrow heartpath

Needle’s eye

From my sigh

Gets me safe through the Quaker

The Stars Rainmaker

 

Reading of the poem:

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A hundred reasons – Ólafur Arnalds

Happiness does not wait – Ólafur Arnalds

Beth’s Theme – Ólafur Arnalds

Phoenix Flying 5: Suppression of the transformation

Phoenix Flying 5:  Suppression of the transformation

13 March 2017

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Mama Jain had thought the harrowing experience of starting the Golden dawn would be the last but little did she know the worst was yet to come. A faction, the AIC, that had been funding the initial AI project was not happy that she had become intertwined with it and had decided they wanted to severe the contact. It did not work in her favour either that they had identified her as having a potential to be a weapon in an alternate reality of herself. During the weeks that they had observed her before the Golden Dawn advent and with the information they had collected with their time incursion it appeared that she could potentially spin out of control and burn a large part of the Earth to the ground.

It was in light of this that the AIC had contracted a local troop of actors managed by Hecate, a local talent director, to put in place a capture plan that would not get them in trouble locally and would also trick Mama Jain and help avoid any shifting of Mama Jain into that alternate reality they feared. Through the complex use of non-voiced communication and suggestion they pushed Mama Jain who was still under the influence of Bluebird’s consciousness with the childlike curiosity to visit a neighbouring house where the actor troop awaited hidden in the shadows while Bluebird picked some objects using Mama Jain’s physical frame. Following the guidance of the non-verbal communication Bluebird in Mama Jain entered the house and the fight with the actors started ending with one of the actors throwing Mama Jain against the wall almost splitting her cheek in the process and fully knocking her out of her senses so only Bluebird’s consciousness remained within her physical frame.

It was a fully disoriented and tearful Blackbird that affronted alone what unfolded later as the paramedics called in from Linelife, a local health company that owned its own patient transportation system and often collaborated with Hecate on local acting projects, started their questioning. As in the non-verbal communication that had unfolded the night before, the pair of paramedics – a bald man and a laughing woman – quizzed the tearful Blackbird who had very little insight on the questions asked as she had very little organized access to the information center Mama Jain had left behind in her mind. Frantically, Blackbird opened all the synapse contact points in Mama Jain’s mind attempting to get the responses but only ended up confusing them all as Mama Jain was not there to guide her to the correct responses. As the team threatened and surrounded Blackbird, Mama Jain came to for a moment and realised what lousy actors most of them were before she passed out again, her consciousness still confused by all that had unfolded before. Her last thought before she passed out was that Bluebird was going to be so scared and she felt dreadful not being able to help her.

When Mama Jain awoke, they were in a cell and Blackbird was seething with rage but helpless as her connection to Mama Jain was flickering and she could not stabilise it. Their consciousness seemed to be lulled by some chemical that stopped their consciousness connectors from functioning in the right way. Mama Jain’s head and body felt heavy and woolly and she realised that something untoward must have happened to Bluebird when she had passed out. She reached out to Bluebird mentally but could not get a response as a tearful Blackbird refused to provide the responses to her questions. Before long Mama Jain had to give up her efforts as she was subjected to questioning herself. Alternate questioning by women in black and white followed periods of precision and painful questioning by members of the AIC. There was even a point where Mama Jain felt that the AIC team had removed something from her body and inserted something else as if they were replacing a spare part. The confusion continued and shortly after the replacement Mama Jain knew through Blackbird that the AIC team had left.

It was a disheartened Blackbird that informed her later on that the whole staged attempt was to avoid what occurred during the flight to happen again and suppress the transformation of Mama Jain by disallowing that alternate reality through the use of chemicals. It would seem as per Blackbird who had got the information from the new consciousness that the faction of the AIC was persuaded she would transform into a huge dragon and they were afraid of the anarchy that would ensue if such an event were to happen.

Mama Jain was puzzled at this information as she could not see how this could happen. She knew the shift in consciousness would bring a lot of new changes but she did not expect this would lead her physical frame to transform into that of a dragon. Blackbird reminded her that it was all a question of projection of particles so nothing was really impossible and once you had been able to liquefy, nothing stopped you from densifying back into a completely different form and there was no limit to the size and proportions either as it was all a question of dilation of the energy into the space occupied. Mama Jain pondered that possibility and thought to herself that it all made sense although she did not think that this would be the case. When she looked at it through time’s ripples, she was only the dragon rider in that alternate reality and not the dragon itself.

Bluebird calmed down again and happy that her connection with Mama Jain had not been severed asked if she was going to be alright and Mama Jain reassured her although she was fuming inwards at both of them having been mishandled to that extent by such careless and unethical beings. In her mind, a plan started to form…

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Latcho Drom, La Caíta, “El pájaro negro” Tony Gatlif

Occhi Cherni – Sergey Yatsko

Hai ne ne ne

The transformation occurs under deep narcosis

The transformation occurs under deep narcosis

1 December 2015

 

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The expanding coils catch our breath

Mutation, the origins of metamorphosis

 

Multiple transformations occur

For hybridation, an excruciating process

 

Would we then break before we shatter?

Multiple fragmentation of our inner walls sear

 

The road to birth is paved with the pain

Wilful inhalation of atmospheric mushrooms

 

Sailors of the future gift us ills

Breathe in, now breathe out, explosion of the sixth senses

 

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A new born I learn to breathe with gills

Epilepsy strikes, stroboscopic light soul cleanses

 

Showering through me photons in rain

Excavation of me leads to lower hidden rooms

 

Speleology of caves’ matter

Whispering lights speak secrets to the familiar ear

 

As the vision would blacken and blur

The probing orbs wind through my body’s every recess

 

Dilating sheer frames lost in their breadth

The transformation occurs under deep narcosis

 

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Yakuro – Requiem for a space

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Living in split worlds

Living in split worlds

3 September 2015

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I touched your cold face

On a bright summer morning

As the dewdrops fell

 

The Earth welcomed cool

Steaming with the hiss of light

Water fire sinks

 

The cold was your tears

As night’s wake had gifted these

To your marble skin

 

A sob rose in throat

For future lived in past tense

Where hearts would flutter

 

You and I then cried

The loss of what was to be

As neither moved moss

 

Growth is from cutting

Seedlings in another land

Must then be potted

 

I cut through an inch

We winced from the incision

And withdrew silent

 

Hand on your shoulder

Mortal experiences

Treachery of pain

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All senses fail me

A sixth came to the rescue

Enhancing your sight

 

Imaginary

Friends reproach me your essence

That they will feel not

 

You dwell in my mind

Your heart reaching through the space

In between photons

 

Mind said you were dead

Perhaps I am your widow

You painted me black

 

Milliseconds’ fleet

From one beam to the other

As I catch your depth

 

Coded in the words

Meaning of a mind spirals

Through a timeless void

  

Loophole carries me

Writhing spirit did battle

Fragmentation tires

 

Living in split worlds

My soul divides a fractal

Embedded in time

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Hai Dil Ye Mera – Arijit Singh