When the Angels cry

When the Angels cry

31 May 2017

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Darkness stood

A ground in sinking

Blaring black

Symbols drawn

Remnants of my pen inking

Contours of demise

 

We will rise

In the wings that flap

Tomorrows

Sails ahead

The heart in light like arrows

Integrity shot

 

Unveiled hot

Smoldering pits wake

Soul in stake

Of choices

The senseless balance forsake

When the Angels cry

 

Reading of the poem: 

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City of Angels – Thirty seconds to Mars

Inky Blue

Inky Blue

19 August 2016

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She sank into the waters which enveloped her, soothing and relaxing her tense muscles. The breath seeped easily out of her mouth as she welcomed the pitch black surroundings.

This was her ninth trial now to seep into nothingness. She yearned for that.

The mind always won though with its fight for survival.

She always resurfaced spluttering between relief and grief for not having overcome the resistance.

The moon resplendent celebrated her defeat once again. Once again it played upon the surface in the distance as she gathered her clothes she had left upon the shore.

She looked at that other spot where the moon was playing with the waves. It seemed like the perfect spot, far out into the sea though without the rock cover

Next month she thought to herself as she put her clothes slowly back on shivering despite the heat. Next month she would try again when the moon was high and the watchers were low.

To sink, to sink into that bottomless ink.

 

Reading of the microfiction: 

Le Grand Bleu – Eric Serra

Le Grand Bleu / Huacracocha – Eric Serra

The Big Blue – A Better Place

 

This incessant hide and seek

This incessant hide and seek

29 August 2015

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This grasp of mine fails

To capture the whole picture

That beholds my eyes

 

Incessant leakage

Of soul into heart’s stem roots

Parts of me emerge

 

Feelings of sinking

Although grounds see me soaring

Your wings lift me through

 

Heart pulses with sights

That blinded numb my mind’s play

And taught me new tricks

 

Capturing phrases

In stilted buzz of wires

That haltingly speak

 

The ear composes

An orchestra for the vein

That spurts red music

 

The waves submerge me

Floating whole in naked sea

I reach and touch you

 

It cranes my neck out

This incessant hide and seek

In between two Worlds

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