The Cleopatra Tales 1: Divine Union – Hieros Gamos

The Cleopatra Tales 1: Divine Union – Hieros Gamos

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Chef d’orchestre à lutrins âme église qui médite / Conductor with lecterns soul church that meditates

Chef d’orchestre à lutrins âme église qui médite

(poème écrit sous forme de sonnet Petrarch en Alexandrin traduit en anglais ci-bas ou ici)

6 septembre 2016

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Les douleurs effacées en séries de hoquets

Vivre comme lampe qui suinte un passé langoureux

Fracture du temps éreinte mon élan amoureux

De ces temps trépassés j’ai formé des bouquets

 

Souvenirs déplacés comme images en loquets

De mémoire sont la feinte en mon corps douloureux

De vieux sentiers empreinte porte les tiers valeureux

En pointe de croix lassés habitants des troquets

 

Ressource en moi entrain résurrection dédite

Des plaies qui s’amoncellent illusion de travers

J’élèverais les quatrains à des places inédites

 

Moitiés d’Alexandrins ma version érudite

Musique de violoncelle pour un cœur en deux vers

Chef d’orchestre à lutrins âme église qui médite

 

Lecture du sonnet: 

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Conductor with lecterns soul church that meditates

(Poem written as an Italian Petrarch sonnet in Alexandrin form. See original above or here)

September 6, 2016

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The pain that is erased in series of hiccups

To live like lamp oozing of a languorous past

The Time fracture that tires my loving momentum

Of these forgotten Times I created bouquets

 

The memories misplaced images in latches

Are the memory’s sham in my aching body

From old trails the imprint bears the thirds valorous

In advanced cross weary residents of cafés

 

Resource in me the flame resurrection denied

From sores that are piling a deformed illusion

I would raise the quatrains to newly found places

 

Halves of Alexandrines my scholarly version

The music of cellos for heart in two verses

Conductor with lecterns soul church that meditates

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Stonemilker – Björk

Lionsong – Björk

Unravel – Björk

 

The Time will never come back

The Time will never come back

4 September 2015

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I coloured your lids

Kiss of death had them waning

I infused them blue

 

Your cheeks had whitened

A bloody drip from my veins

Brought them back rosy

 

Death became you so

I walked out to embrace it

Arms laden with hopes

 

It whirred in my mind

The Time will never come back

When you and I loved

 

I stood at the tides

Watched burial of your face

Seep into nothing

 

Unbeknownst to all

Hearts shaped back from oblivion

Even death forgets

 

Your resurrection

Spun all clocks backwards in space

From ashes blown home

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The Time will Never come Back – The Last Days

Darken the full moon

Darken the full moon

18 July 2015

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Hushed tones cover moss

As the desert air seeps in

Every pore fills dust

Mind’s spores strive to break the crust

Of memory’s pearly shells

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Waning jasmine dies

Breathing promises of life

In resurrection

Soul’s sight resuscitated

Speaks visions of new morrows

Earth spells rhythm of waves

Scourging all rock and ocean

While tides break even

Mind spent all thoughts in balance

As the Blue called to the Grey

Clouds gathered in sky

Grimacing scars of pitch black

Darken the full moon

Lost in death’s realm your face stark

Bore no semblance of life’s call

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