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

Arrival

Arrival

4 June 2017

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Revival

Embedded white code

To explode

As they rode

In sunset of the bloodlines

Reeking through the vines

 

Survival

Banished from abode

Sunny road

Where they goad

The heart in field of the mines

On grey matter dines

 

Arrival

Power of anode

Heavy load

To erode

The limitless shakes confines

Following the signs

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Death in June – The Enemy Within

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Tombstones seal

2 May 2017

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Skies that rise

Forgotten the wise

Set sunrise

On demise

The nothing in glaring beam

To be what they seem

 

Birds that mock

Seasons out of stock

Set the lock

On havoc

Desolation way of stream

In the human dream

 

None to stand

I let go Her hand

Cattle brand

In the land

No power left to rewind

Destiny of blind

 

Sands that grind

Rising seas unkind

Stars that wind

In Her mind

Death oncoming theirs to find

Earth in crust to bind

 

Dust piling

Thunder beguiling

Ropes filing

Times riling

Unshed the voice of the meek

In the desert streak

 

Ceilings peel

Pillars downtown reel

Tendrils feel

Tombstones seal

Winds of raging death that reek

Of destruction’s peak

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Dream 1 (Before the wind blows it all away) – Max Richter

Power coursing through my veins

Power coursing through my veins

5 August 2016

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Spreading beak

Welcoming sunshine

The lark chirps

Reaching peak

Towering above the days

The Heart the mind sways

 

Yesterday

Was but jester day

Overkill

Of dark clowns

Greed envy hate ill that drowns

In blackened rivers

 

I float high

My wings Hearts’ vessels

Energy

Of Heart beats

Power coursing through my veins

Never corrupting

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Setting Me Free – Beth Hart

 

Crimson Fields

Crimson Fields

30 July 2016

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Haughty manes

Shake with the terror

Of ending

Dark clinging

To the remnants of the might

Keeping up the fight

 

Face the Fate

It is above Time

Ease the grip

Lest we slip

Into brink of nothingness

Scurrying the mice

 

They bathe us

In desperation

Crimson Fields

Power wields

Strength of receding darkness

Blast preceding ice

 

Reading of the poem: 

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People – Kat Frankie

Humanity stuck in throat

Humanity stuck in throat (With Love only Creed)

6 December 2015

 

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Sometimes I throw up

From a small tightened belly

Waters muddy brown

 

A share of disgrace

From non-existent lean wells

River banks of stench

 

Sometimes I throw up

Endless fights in name of Gods

Blind to their fake creed

 

Giddiness alerts

A wave of nausea strikes

Within pulsing Heart

 

Sometimes I throw up

Humanity stuck in throat

Like an endless thorn

 

While the dead bear dead

And life dwindles in lost Hope

As powers grow walls

 

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Sometimes I digest

Small miracles of caring

Emblems of sharing

 

A slice of fresh bread

Multiplied not divided

For aching stomachs

 

Sometimes I digest

As the young outgrow shackles

With Peace in their trails

 

New Dawn beckoning

Skies of reachable Nature

Resting place of coils

 

Sometimes I digest

Small measures of blue freedom

With Love only Creed

 

Unstoppable Grace

Traces of Ancient Wisdom

The Death of the Greed

 

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The Old Ways – Loreena McKennitt

The Mystic’s Dream – Loreena McKennitt

Seeds of Love – Loreena McKennitt

A Time for Us – Andy Williams

Luminescence strikes Heart before I leave this old world

Luminescence strikes Heart before I leave this old world

2 December 2015

 

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Coils expand while energy flares

Heartbeats gradual surge, evolution of the Love

 

 

Mother gifts back to me my birth right

Waters’ healing powers, implosion at zero-point

 

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Mutation of the strands’ energy

Transformation of human legacy in stillness

 

 

Dreaming in flight, awakening Light

Dehydrating the nucleus of water’s core creed

 

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Scorching truth, gone the slumber’s movements

Quakes’ vibrations stir Earth as humanity shifts lands

 

Holographic landscapes, mind’s burden

Architects of life building innerscapes’ texture sweet

 

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No tools save the power of the will

Alternate reality, minds construct the alpha

 

 

Awareness focus energy waves

Fight for Life extends in holographic worlds that twine

 

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Steadfast dreams in etheric pathways

Shades of vanity dying floating in Light I flaunt

 

 

Toenails painted in faint starlit blue

Luminescence strikes Heart before I leave this old world

 

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The Awakening – Ivan Torrent

Human Legacy – Ivan Torrent

Icarus- Ivan Torrent

Fight for Life – Ivan Torrent

Architects of Life – Ivan Torrent

The Power of Will – Ivan Torrent

Before I leave this world – Ivan Torrent

Harrowing will be thy shame

Harrowing will be thy shame

9 October 2015

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Blue moon spake to me

Eerie silvery voices

Rang through her waning

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“Repent young blue one

Let the dark souls be your guides

See power in Fear”

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I bid the moon Light

That she may see in darkness

That this Heart dispels

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“Thy Heart be undone

Thy will be forever none

Thy memories spent”

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I pleated love charms

With silver rays from her veins

Gifted them in Love

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“Hark!” she bellowed sharp

“Harrowing will be thy shame

In all kingdoms come”

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Impenetrable

The Source that created me

Flowed in me silent

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Listen to the Angels speak

Listen to the Angels speak

22 September 2015

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You say this is Life

Accept it as in the now

But the calling grows

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Everywhere I look

Sense of purpose pervades me

Your door I sit at

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Waiting on your needs

I grow within your shadow

Projecting you light

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Time seeps through our souls

Projected through pilfered space

Like sand through our hands

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Look at your fingers

Count the possibilities

Lo! They multiply

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See beyond Time’s trap

Hurtling through the illusion

Your standstill withstand

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As the powers surge

Listen to the Angels speak

The Truth is elsewhere

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The Stigmata of Sexuality

The Stigmata of Sexuality

19 September 2015

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I was recently warned about the sexual content of my poetry and the accompanying images insofar as it was published together with my profile on a professional website and might hurt my professional image.

The person was a very good friend of mine and I knew her not to be really bothered by such matters but more concerned about its impact on my image from an external standpoint as this was a conservative region – unlike the western regions. Therefore I just exchanged with her banal thoughts on the fact that I write poetry and this is who I also am, which I am not willing to suppress to please the rampant hypocrisy of the region. Besides, needless to say that this region knows a flourish of sexuality, albeit in a very hidden and sometimes distorted way if you take Saudi for example.

 

This incident got me thinking however about Sexuality and its connotations and manifestations on a more global level. Needless to say and there are profuse sayings about this matter that money and sex are what really seem to rule this world. It is fascinating to notice though how these elements are transformed, darkened, soiled and then returned to the world with a negative emphasis of their essence.

 

Money, which started out as a symbolic energy exchange is now mainly used to corrupt, to buy something that ethics and basic decency would not allow for. It is exchanged under the table, between conniving looks and slithering fingers so that a deed, that would otherwise not be carried out finds some sanctity in the eyes of the person having to commit it for this price.

 

Sexuality is used in a certain way to corrupt too. Many business transactions have been consolidated on the basis of a hooker or a few hookers who are left with the person making the decision to facilitate the business transaction or with the person deciding himself. It is also used to obtain power whether direct or indirect and to trap unwary people into the web of blackmail depending on situation, gender, position and nature and extent of the sexual happening.

 

In both cases, the bait is given and everybody looks the other way because these items represent the final boundaries of decency and morality. Thus, sexuality like money has earned an increased social stigmata. Expressing sexuality has become the epitome of expressing the desire to be a whore because today, sexuality has finally become totally associated with “whoredom”.

We don’t even need to step into the earlier stages of how religion transformed sexuality from its original healing intent into something dark and foreboding to be shunned, thereby sweepingly relegating women as a gender into the role of the gate to a purgatory leading to hell. Even without this terrible legacy, modern day antics would have anyway succeeded in transforming sexuality into something lurid and to be totally associated with only what should be kept in the dark.

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Even sexuality within marriage is still somewhat akin to the forbidden. I know of one woman whose religious conservative husband wanted to divorce her because she was expressing too much pleasure during their lovemaking. Apparently he expected her to lie down and live through it without a word as if she were some dutiful wife just stitching a button on his shirt or cooking without his presence beside her. He thought that expressing pleasure was a sign of her being more like a whore than a wife. I remember one incident involving myself when an earlier boyfriend refused to even think about the earlier stages of a sexual relationship saying that he respected me too much and did not consider me a whore – thank you very much!

 

Those who seek spirituality in the eastern world are the other ones aside from religion who have given sexuality its stigmata as they consider that sexuality must be taken out of the equation of attaining higher realms because it would bring them down from their endeavours into a carnal world. They believe that sexuality is a directly limiting factor of accessing higher realms because of the lust associated with it. They seem to forget that all the temples throughout Asia showcase to some extent or the other sexualised representations of the Gods that they themselves pray to. It would therefore seem in all fairness that sexuality was a means of attaining higher realms or at least was associated with the higher realms as the Gods themselves practised it. Today, only those who practise Tantra still think of it as a way to attain higher realms although they do it in a more concentrated way focusing mainly on the sexual happening and less on the other items associated with spirituality (here too the various masters differ in their way of interpreting Tantra).

 

Personally, I have always seen sexuality as a healing source and a means to transcendence if used in the right way and therefore fail to see in it something that could soil despite the various incidents I have witnessed or any I have been subject to. There was a time when sexuality was regularly practised as a means to heal people and women who would now be called whores were then hailed as remarkable healers. In fact, the legend has it that Mary Magdalene herself was one such healer while today’s history books list her simply down as the whore who got redeemed by Jesus’s Love and compassion.

 

It is about time to remove the stigma associated with sexuality and finally allow it to reintegrate its role in healing and nurturing instead of leaving it distorted and creating negative energy throughout our beings and throughout the world. This would also finally allow women to lose their ill-fated designation as the gates to a hellish purgatory and reinstate their roles as nurturers and healers.

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