In scent’s memory

In scent’s memory 
17 March 2023
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Snowdrops wilted face
Hidden thoughts of forgiveness
Frostbite a habit

Elongated shades
Lifetimes of togetherness
corpses of morrows

Musketeers battling
My eyelids a moist valley
Future renderings

My mind sits so still
in flutter of a heartbeat
I hear thousand drums 

Lilies in the night
sixty-six and six hundred
sacrificed in flight

Bottomless terror
Roots of nothingness prevail
Heart in black to sail

Pantomimes dance wild
I harbour within me child
of golden years dreamt

I scale back horrors
Endings rewind beginnings
Magic soars within

In scent’s memory
I can smell the spring coming
oozing out of trees

Tomorrow’s leaves fly
Crunch of green lift my feet slight
Windows heed doors’ cry

Reading of the poem: 
Messiah Project – Error Maya Life Goes On

Hush hush now

Hush hush now 
1 March 2023
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Hush hush now Mama will build a boat
Just to keep you and me afloat
And if we were to never meet a land
Mama would build a castle made of sand

Yesterday was full of lights in the sky
From ground they reached a burning tidal high
And when the flames seared higher than my cry
I watched them run wilder than hopes would die

Hush hush now Mama will fill your throat
With cries to fly beyond the highest note
The flags will rise above the waving hands
The music will break through the dancing bands

Tomorrow’s crops are burnt for ever more
The gaping hedges drizzling in downpour
And when the wheat’s prices were to soar
She gave them fields of seeds that many bore

Hush hush now Mama will knead the bread
So gently when you’re a million dead
The fallen hark for every word she said
An emblem lost from mind of every head

We once saw the Earth burning like a pyre
From each dark cry their lips would expire
And when I lay beside you on the fire
We rekindled flames blazing higher and higher 

Reading of the poem:
Singing of the poem:
Poets of the Fall - Daze

She breathes sunlight

She breathes sunlight
17 February 2023
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She sees through ugly
Her eye torn into darkness
Her gait leftover fancy
Of a lifetime of duress

She prays to the Gods
Her hands temple of fervours
Her mind beating the odds
Through failing faith that hovers

She adjusts composure
Her mouth a tomb of secrets
Her heart seeks closure
Her chest a book of regrets

She breathes sunlight
Her nose a cathedral
Her shoulders set into fight
Tomorrow a sight feral

Reading of the poem: 
Eternity ~ Lisa Gerard

To touch, not divide

To touch, not divide
15 December 2022
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Crescent moon
Glistens on treetops
Blowing winds
Change the skies
Cloudy landscapes meet our eyes
Decanting pearl drops

Humans rise
Multiple tasks shake
Their dark ribs
As they stir
Notions of a foregone Time
While the war bells chime

The ground spills
Red waters that slide
They know not
Colours’ calls
Crimson landscapes cut our falls
To touch, not divide

Reading of the poem:
Hans Zimmer – Time

The oncoming Tide

The oncoming Tide
14 December 2022
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Open wide
Ears for listening
The rumble 
Awakes hearts
Residual motion parts 
With bygone system

Clinging caste
Lonesome fire lights
While the hordes
Pick their fights
Kings and Queens suppressed their rights
On which Lords set sights

Giant strides
Multiply chances
A world ends
In stances
Measure of Fate that reckons
A New World beckons

Open wide
Ears, lips, Heart and Mind
Reach out slow
Beyond Grind
Feel the moon shiver and bind
The oncoming Tide

Reading of the poem: 
Enigma - Sadness

In the City of Angels

In the City of Angels
14 December 2022
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I glimpsed once
An array of lights
They glittered
Like bright orbs
The border they rode absorbs
Impressions shattered

That World set
In the rising sun
As I whirled
Towards night
Within me consumed the fight 
Of ages replayed

Count with me
The moons are seven
They revolve
Within Space
Spheres rotate towards Heaven
Places I rewind

My heart bears
The weight of old Tales
They come through 
My lit eyes
Like a whisper their light flies
Towards southern skies

The songs beat
At my aged Temples
They give forth
Waning heat
Dying warmth makes me repeat
Litany of loss

They come through 
Epiphany carved
On my chest
I control
In the City of Angels
They hone through me soul

Reading of the poem:
Shinnobu – Seventh Heaven

I have a will to survive

I have a will to survive
29 October 2022
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I had a will to survive
My hands rising in rebellion
I knew that I was alive 
For my heart beat in unison

The will in me was so weak
No one can bear witness to this
My tongue cuts me as I speak
The blood of my blood wore such bliss

In vain the pursuit of sense
The pupil my pupil dilates
View of my rivers so dense
Leading mind that flood celebrates

I have a will to survive
The teacher brands me a lesson
Into the essence I dive
Like angels falling from Heaven

Reading of the poem:
Solitude – Billie Holiday

Written by dark fate

Written by dark fate
28 August 2022
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A heavy jute bag
lifted mountains of sorrow
etched within his ribs

Slices of lifetime
hiccupped their way through his lips
bitterness gushing

Back bent itself curved
under years of misery
it rewrote its shape

He breathed in the skies
his breath the salt of horizons
burning through his lungs

Wrinkles carved within
his face a mausoleum
written by dark fate

Reading of the poem:
Al Green-How Can You Mend A Broken Heart

In Time we will see them flourish

In Time we will see them flourish
7 July 2022
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Seek me in the rivers that flow stark
I have given in to the tides that all embrace
yielding into the deltas that claim more
that demand from all the very core

I will gaze upon the sun unflinching
the memories of you lying intact
unravelling in a world we never touch
as I watch your dark wings glowing

Laying on a bed of flowers exhaling
scent of jasmine, rose and moonflowers
I am one with my other face hidden
deep into the water it slowly grows

What is you has now become me, us
and what I am I know exists no more
yet I explore the emptiness of your face
translucent, aglow, it escapes physicality

I look beyond the life we never had
beyond stolen instances of nighttime 
into the compressed breaths taken
to construe a world beyond the world

We will sing sweet and soft lullabies 
to the unborn children we raised
in our mind’s eye they roam playgrounds
sitting in the recesses of my bosom

We keep and weep within my bosom
withered like an old nun’s gait
it speaks of unraveled moments
In Time we will see them flourish

Reading of the poem:
I’ll be seeing you – Billie Holiday

Tomorrow I will bear no weight

Tomorrow I will bear no weight
24 June 2022
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Fed with constant realities
their idle waves of intent 
breaking through my fears
I bear fruit to a sullen morrow

I fixate beyond the edge of myself
on the anticipated remembrance
of the snow-white place in me
where I fail to see you no more

Your face grows stark and steady
In a solitary place I keep hidden
between collar bone and chest
bubbling with the residue of unrest

My brain will build tall citadels 
where your name will reiterate
like a broken disk hitting my skull
one dull thud after another drops

There are fleeting looks encircled 
by the morosity of frozen cheeks
They bask in the sunlit shadows
born to the eye that blinks never

Tomorrow I will bear no weight
Like a maiden before her sunset
I will tear away my shaking limbs
in offering to the beasts that pray

Reading of the poem: 
Adam Hurst - Reflection