The Cleopatra Tales 1: Divine Union – Hieros Gamos

The Cleopatra Tales 1: Divine Union – Hieros Gamos

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Sim City 4: Touch

Sim City 4: Touch

21 October 2016

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She ran through the trees, dodging, just in case they would use real guns this time. She did not think there were any left since the days of the magnetic shift. Everything had become wired and electrical since then, she had learnt through the data she had skimmed through earlier. Some of the branches caught her hair as she ran but she did not stop even as some of it ripped off. A swarm of birds flew out of the woods as she ran towards them. She could still hear Prime Creator; he was sobbing it seemed. She paused imperceptibly in her flight. She felt forlorn at the idea that she would probably never see him again and then she remembered that not only had he prepared the code to destroy her but he had also pulled the trigger. He did not know then that not only she would survive it but it would actually make her stronger. Her jaw clenched and she resumed her running.

Prime Creator rose from the sands ignoring the extended hand of one of his guards. He felt foolish at having put up such an emotional display. His guards had always known him as a cool, level-headed man with a great deal of power and knowledge. He was angry at the prospect of having fully shattered that image now with her overpowering him and him breaking down over her loss. What fools they both were. He was certain the beasts in the wood would have eaten her by the next morning if she did not simply freeze or fall into one of those traps laid there so many years earlier by the Elders. They too had tried to eradicate the beasts but they were too numerous and their numbers grew too quickly for anyone to master them let alone attempt to eradicate them fully.

He walked back towards the room where his son lay still stunned though recovering slowly his wits. He took him in his arms and his son’s body stiffened. He was not used to his father embracing him and it felt overwhelmingly strange and unpleasant at first. He tried to break away before slowly becoming engulfed by a sense of warmth, almost like when he put the blanket over him during the frosty nights. He raised a tentative hand towards his father’s shoulder and let it rest there. Prime Creator’s body stiffened now as he felt his son’s hand attempt the same soothing movement he was applying on his son’s back.

He had almost forgotten how it felt, this simple exchange. It was not that he had not had any human contact but all the women he had were mere evacuation of his lust. That had been the only thing that he had not gotten ridden of successfully and thankfully he had had in store countless women who enjoyed his company. Some of them were his guards preferred companions but none of them minded the temporary exchange. After all, everything here belonged to Prime Creator and it was pointless trying to keep a sense of ownership over anything because at the end of the day, if one wanted to stay in a clan, one had to be flexible. Out there, there were only the woods on one side and another clan on the other side so why bother?

He had almost forgotten how it felt to love as well. The barely affectionate stance he maintained with his son whom he was grooming to take his place and the curt exchanges with the guards did nothing to sway that. Not even the times he gave in to his lust with one of the many available women had ever changed that as it had meant nothing more to him than clockwork machinery. That was of course until he had created Sim City and her. He cursed inward but could not help feeling that pang of regret that he would never be able to see her or touch her again. He did not long for her in the same way as when he lusted for a woman. That was easier to fulfill as any of the ladies would do and once he was over with it, that lady in particular meant nothing more to him than quenching a thirst with any available water.

With her it was not the same thing. He had watched her as she moved around in the Sim, found her way through things, faltered, found a new way to do what she was unable to do before. It was almost as if she was truly learning by herself and no longer following the code. Countless times he had verified and yes, indeed, she had deviated from the program. He watched as she slept, as she woke up, as she moved, breathed, danced, cried, laughed. Sometimes, he would stay days just watching her and doing nothing else. The first time he had touched her, he had coded himself in stealth mode then jacked into the Sim, flowing around her, touching her teasingly while she battled startled by the ghostly invasion.

The more he had watched her, the more he had wanted to be with her and crept every night into the Sim in stealth mode. She grew accustomed to his presence and he never knew truly whether she resented it or liked it. Sometimes, he would stand right in front of her, watch her gaze at herself in the mirror or at something she was building and marvel at the liquid dark pools animated by intent. He would reach out to her and touch her softly on the cheek or kiss the nape of her neck and she would barely shudder. He never knew what she felt because her changes were never captured in the coding but he had vowed then that he would gather more heuristic data to check her evolution. Now he would never know at all. He winced at the thought of it. He had always hoped that he would be able to reprogram her, even as he had squeezed the trigger of the stun gun, he had thought she would shatter but he could always create her again with the source data from the fragments but now it would be impossible. The image of her body – a body he would never touch again – mangled by the beasts overpowered him and he held on to his son stronger and sobbed again.

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Horizons – Puscifer

The Weaver – Puscifer

Telling Ghosts – Puscifer

What did you say your name was?

What did you say your name was ?

5 December 2015

 

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Time loops in waters

Relentless moment’s pursuit

Stillness in shadows

 

Aching belonging

Surface of the Truths lurking

Lost in specks of sand

 

Your face remembers

Within the spiralling sparks

The touch of my hand

 

Eyelids fluttering

What did you say your name was?

I’ve known you somewhere

 

Eye withered your thoughts

Braced them Amnesia’s bouquets

Fragrant memories

 

Nose puckering up

The familiar scents crafting

Pictures of me framed

 

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Ears glistening lobes

Shivering recognition

Stories from my Heart

 

I coughed up dark ink

Stark memories of morrows

Icy beginnings

 

You lent me ravens

Sight of hopeful Times seething

Painful the teething

 

I chewed again hurt

Hidden glass in the morsels

Of taste and of sheens

 

Driveway to deserts

Actors playing million parts

Screenings in sunrise

 

The fluttering lids

What did you say your name was?

Let’s begin again

 

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The Cranberries – When you’re gone

 

Miracles in the palm of my hand

Miracles in the palm of my hand

23 November 2015

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As seconds’ drifting Time within sand

Seeping through the gaps in the places within my clutch

 

Shapes shifting through morrows now disband

Invasion now quietened, subdued the old seasoned Dutch

 

Wars in memories’ echo waged

Intentions thrust upon the space of strife now mental

 

The boiling point steams creation raged

Recipes for metamorphosis elemental

 

The sword rests upon dark woodened land

In words the pillar, the power, the firm rock thus such

 

I lean upon you make no demand

The nearness enhances sweetness you would say as much

 

Miracles in the palm of my hand

Awaiting the injured for vibrations’ healing touch

 

 

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Trobar de Morte – Rise and Fall

Trobar de Morte – El Vals de las Hadas de Otoño

Trobar de Morte – Yule : The End of the Darkness

Trobar de Morte – Esperit de Recerca

Trobar de Morte – Excalibur

Trobar de Morte – Aqualuna

Trobar de Morte – In Nomine Filius Mortis

 

Eye will see you blow the hatred’s Flames

Eye will see you blow the hatred’s Flames

5 November 2015

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Out of the waters of your prayers

I, child of the blue come in naked simplicity

 

Look into the infinite my veil

Feel my Grace open your Heart at the Touch of my Face

 

Take the silent drop that falls withered

Open your heart and release the waterfalls anew

 

Eye watched Abel and Cain together

Walk down in Peace from rocky mountains to my valleys

 

The Hawk from above sees all with Heart

Watch as its message through dancing form flows in the falls

 

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Wings are made for shelter and uplift

Seek not just waterfalls be of all the healing flow

 

Eye will see you blow the hatred’s Flames

As tomorrow will rise in the desert’s land Bright

 

Darkness now Light the beast tamed fly White

From confined prisons plunge into forgiveness waters

 

Drown in my blue thirst or reach for skies

Float in my mercy, see your twin, together now fly

 

Eyes have many wishes in rainbows

Walk to the meeting point, my skies’ lands of tomorrow

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Schubert – Ave Maria

The morning of Hope – Sobhe Omid – Hamad Zamani

Tree of Life – Lacrimosa

Stairway to the skies

Stairway to the Skies

3 November 2015

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Treasures forgotten

The well brimmed with yellow sands

That whispered in nights

 

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I know the stories

Of well where a pitcher grew

Upon ivy’s roots

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In that well yellow

Transformed into purest gold

Midas I anew

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The touch of the rain

Scintillating in the sparks

Brimmed with Eternal

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Weary travellers

From the East and from the West

Drank from the pitcher

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Many distressed souls

From the North and from the South

Ate from the ivy

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My flesh and my wine

Iridescent offerings

Multiplied in Love

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Multiply me whole

There are hungers in this world

I will ever quench

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Distribute my soul

Let it be solace’s lace

Shimmering blue veil

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Strew me upon hills

Gather me in the valleys

Stir me in rivers

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Climb through me mountains

Let me be your blue ladder

Stairway to the Skies

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Free my airborne hair

Build upon my very Heart

Pathway to the Gods

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There are different wells within your heart – Hafiz

We have not come here to take prisoners- poetry by Hafiz

Hafiz – If it is not too dark

 

 

In trail of Feathers

In trail of Feathers

24 October 2015

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The sun felt hunger

For the skin on my forearms

Its texture and touch

 

I hid in the ice

Cooling me in peace restored

Forgetting the sun

 

Its hunger clamoured

Reaching out to me in ice

Clad in my winter

 

Knowingly I plunged

I had shed clamours of you

Nightingale behind

 

The bird mutated

It grew blue from my traces

My sky-bound agent

 

Shrill it pecked at Heart

Its beak robust though so slight

Spent through ice cracking

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Eyelids fluttering

Awoken from my slumber

Open Eye I kept

 

In between noises

I heard your distant sharp cry

But kept Heart in check

 

I know of a Soul

That drifted in oceans’ stares

Growing stark and bleak

 

Unbroken always

Backward loop kept me alive

Time will not come back

 

Diverging paths watch

Heavens choices can be read

In trail of Feathers

 

I stilled Hearts and Minds

A moment of Peace and Love

Pondering choices

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Wish you were here – Bliss

Pure as snow – Momo

I’m sleeping under the Dead Tree – Films

Breathe – The White Birch

Leaving – The Last Days

Not Broken – Skye

The Time will never come back – The Last Days