The Cleopatra Tales 1: Divine Union – Hieros Gamos

The Cleopatra Tales 1: Divine Union – Hieros Gamos

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Within I am Home

Within I am Home

3 February 2016

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I killed it

The doubt that ate me

Swallowed hard

In pain’s pangs

I breathed out pieces

Of what we had been

 

Summer’s taunt

A blue lake’s sadness

Flight no more

An option

We cast memories like faint rocks

They sink into Time

 

You spoke not

Our mouths were sewn tight

With regret

In corners

Where dark spent itself ageless

When the years forged light

 

Forgery

Copy of feeling

The kneeling

Unheard knight

Communication’s lost road

Works to his delight

 

Lost glory

Unspoken wisdom

It sings harsh

Like a clang

When pianos once smooth then rang

Strident melodies

 

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Forgotten

Your traits wrinkled cringe

Like corpses

Found bloated

In waters that have lost strength

Of their deep sources

 

I squared roots

Hit on triangles

They chimed shrill

Like pain’s wave

I found my death in a cave

Where hunters wrote life

 

He points shoots

The gun in my hand

Mere witness

Blue porter

I usher the tools of death

Slayer’s assistant

 

Mouth flippant

Heart in between lips

I spit out

The venom

Deep it runs so low it hums

Slight it overtakes

 

I am gone

There is a place lost

In my mind

Where I roam

Alone and blissful at peace

Within I am Home

 

Reading of my poem: 

This poem was inspired by a small exchange about abuse and how difficult it was to understand the victim’s stance. I therefore thought I should shed some light albeit in a poetic way from my own experience of how it happens and why one accepts it for so long. I guess it is simply the safe havens that we create which allow the experience to last, some sort of dissociation from what is happening in reality. I was not sure I should add this comment but I realised that the perspective of the subject of abuse seems really hard to grasp and readers don’t seem to have understood what this poem was about mainly. Perhaps my writing is too cryptic sometimes.

Just to reassure you, I am no longer in that kind of situation anymore and usually now smell abusers from a distance. In the self-preservation mode now, I have also severed relationships which might have been good but my principle has always been if he cannot control anger, bitterness or cannot handle stress, that is -even though slight and even though it may absolutely not be directed towards me – an indication that he has the potential of an abuser and I shy away even from that potential these days. Peace, kindness, compassion, humour and love are the only baggage I am willing to accept in any relationship and those who have not worked on themselves enough to have developed these traits are a total no-go for me, except in the cases of a friend in need of course.

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Midge Ure – Fragile

Breathe me – Sia

Midge Ure – Breathe

I, flying Phoenix

I, flying Phoenix

4 November 2015

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I walked into Love

Fearful, aligning my steps

A timid creature

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Love watched me serene

Blowing at me with her winds

Playfully sowing

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I walked in bubble

Made of the finest white glass

The texture of frost

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Love picked at me slow

Her pecking bird of heavens

Slow delivery

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The silent tremors

As she hovered around me

Oh the knees that shake!

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I craned slight my neck

She drew blood with her sharp fangs

The bloodied retreat

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I watched her now scared

Loathing her slight ugly form

Recollecting wits

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Butterfly hovers

Caterpillar a mere slug

Loathing slimy trail

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Love cast at me rocks

Hurling all within without

Sheared me, set me free

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Naked and exposed

With my last shuddering sighs

I bowed to her slight

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At last she then smiled

Mother and Father embraced

They showed me true Flames

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Fire all consumed

From ashes I then emerged

I, flying Phoenix

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The process of your own creation could be a distorted one if you do not listen carefully to the rain and do not understand correctly the synchronicities

Sacrifice is in leaving the greater for the greatest knowing the tool is not the task.

Silence – Vargo

Porspero’s books – opening crédits

Talking to Satie – Alessandra Celletti

Venez venez haine implacable – Gluck

Bliss – A Quiet Conversation

Giovanni Marradi – Just for You

Alessandra Celletti – I Discend to You, You Ascend to Me

The Sacrifice – Michael Nyman

Shatter me – Lindsey Stirling

Rumi – One Whisper of the Beloved

Voices of Infinity – Yakuro

Rumi – Gently, gently open your eyes

Vargo – The moment

On the Wings of Love – Fusion of Rumi and Hafiz poetry

The unbearable Knowledge

The unbearable knowledge

13 September 2015

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Tonight time stood still

The unbearable knowledge

Weighed heart down with rocks

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Gathering myself

I silenced the soul’s chatter

That had grown mindless

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