The Silent Tree

The Silent Tree

21 June 2016

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The Silent Tree

It bustles around

With keen promises of words

Hanging like dead fruit

Adrift the swaying leaves

 

The Silent Tree

It sheltered my frame

With a hundred drops of shade

Casting spells of dark

Amidst the scorching sun

 

The Silent Tree

I climbed its branches

Making merry of the ground

My hands tools of skies

Beyond reach of the mind

 

The Silent Tree

We had carved its bark

With tomorrows nevermore

Basking in todays

In fading centuries

 

The Silent Tree

We had cut its branches

When dying sun passed away

Snuffed out like candle

Within eye of the Storm

 

The Silent Tree

We both watched it fall

Its roots decaying  tunnels

Where the rats ran free

Through eras of regret

 

The Silent Tree

Its hushed memories

Shivered within my bosom

When the moon sang shrill

With voiceless agony

 

The Silent Tree

I shake off its leaves

From desperate clinging arms

That embraced me tight

Before I emerged free

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Death is a disease – Clint Mansell, Kronos Quartet, Mogwai

Xibalba – Clint Mansell, Kronos Quartet, Mogwai

Together we will live forever – Clint Mansell, Kronos Quartet, Mogwai

Exhaling stillness

Exhaling stillness

4 June 2016

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Restless Times

The road knows two sides

Straight ahead

Wall awaits

Pacing left right and center

Footsteps a quagmire

 

Burnt desire

Parchment of memories

Coded red

Bloodied lips

Utter words of safe havens

Peacocks and ravens

 

Middle way

Lost in centuries

When dragons

Founded grace

The knights adopting their pace

Upheld the old code

 

Angels sway

To tunes of morrows

When sorrows

Overcome

The thunders of their low hum

As voices crackle

 

Knitted faith

Protects no longer

Knots untied

Unweaving

Widows and sons bereaving

The lost promises

 

Spear pierces

Its thrust solemn sigh

Exposed flank

Receiving

Like a fluttering dove weeps

Exhaling stillness

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Man on Fire – Lisa Gerrard

Sorrow – Lisa Gerrard and Hans Zimmer

The Host of Seraphim – Lisa Gerrard & Dead Can Dance

Hello heartbreak my old friend

Hello Heartbreak my old friend

26 November 2015

 

 

Resurrecting thoughts

Within promises of flow

Other tidal waves

 

Stillness within chest

Spent are the breaths of dawn’s fight

In meagre treasures

 

Hovering silence

The wasted seconds breathing

Without the colours

 

 

Listen to the Tunes

Cast upon the shores of sand

Vivid foresight shares

 

 

Darkness always comes

When memories will gather

On the brink of ice

 

Searching in shadows

There is a point in the night

When the dark meets light

 

When the moon says shrill

Hello Heartbreak my old friend

Whisper to me soft

 

 

 

 

 

Lake of Tears – To Blossom Blue

 

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Winter’s promises وعود الشتاء

Winter’s promises

24 November 2015

 

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Mist in horizon

Reverberating silence

White cloak of autumn

 

Sun in the blue skies

Golden rays of ice-clad warmth

Stillness in the breeze

 

Violet pinstripes

Edge of the pink-clad clamours

Indian summer song

 

Darkness of the night

Casket for the moonlight’s beams

Winter’s promises

 

 

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وعود الشتاء

24 نوفمبر 2015

 

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ضباب في الأفق

ردَد أصداء الصَمت

ستارالخريف

 

زرق شمس السَماء

الجليد الذَهبي

سكون النَسيم

 

البنفسجي

حافة الصَخب الوردي

لحن صيف هندي

 

ظلام اللَيل

النَعش لضوء القمر

وعود الشِتاء

 

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yaron pe’er-orion

In the House of Love

In the House of Love

1 November 2015

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I drifted up stairs so small in their breadth

In my ears only sound of heartbeats rings

Guide me whether they be Lover or Seth

Confusion to empath mind always brings

 

And as I leapt to a most certain death

Shattered memories sheltered inside wings

Willing to breathe out my ever last breath

The song gift of you in my heart now sings

 

Mother gracefully offered her trunks’ fur

As I fell she caught me tended to fall

Softest she could though parts did pierce me through

 

In agony I opened eyes, saw her

All my promises she made me recall

Broken, whole, she pushed me in life anew

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Let me be your Gipsy Love

Let me be your Gipsy Love

4 September 2015

 

 

As time folded neat

I ruffled its snow-white sheets

And danced in their midst

 

In between spaces

I pranced around in transport

Life cannot bind me

 

No pacing in mind

A step before the other

Promises to keep

 

Growing in the wild

I just will not be planted

In pot place me not

 

Open your heart’s bars

Let me be your Gipsy Love

Reinvent our souls

 

I will colour Life

Rainbows will be our dwelling

Soar with me higher

A million kisses

A million kisses

8 August 2015

 

Stars scrambled in you

Meaningless puzzle, mind’s mess

Inner clockworks stir

 

A map of you prints

In my soul still life’s landscape

Multiplicity

 

Ubiquity calls

To mind other sources flow

Gushing energy

 

Myriads of strings hold

Every nerve wired closely

To your frame’s workings

 

Tirelessly kneading

Electricity your tool

Clay turns live sculpture

 

Insides churn outside

Life’s miracles live on cliff

Bordering your name

 

The edge of you brings

Into my deepest recess

Promises of life

 

Ghostly lips will press

Like a tattoo on my nape

A million kisses

Courtesy Adam Martinakis

  

Evolution

Evolution

23 July 2015

 

Unwavering gaze

Covering the horizon

With new promises

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