Corpses dance alone

Corpses dance alone

6 January 2017

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Renewed dreams

Complexity seems

Sole measure

Soul treasure

In stretching the circle’s beams

We stitch at the seams

 

Their breath stale

With invented tale

Displeasure

In pleasure

Deciphering head from tail

Diving to inhale

 

The mind own

Synapses to hone

The pressure

In leisure

Moving within flesh to bone

Corpses dance alone

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Seven days of falling -EsbJörn Svensson Trio

From Gagarin’s Point Of View – EsbJörn Svensson Trio

Eighthundred streets by feet – EsbJörn Svensson Trio

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

Writing Neverland

Writing Neverland

30 December 2015

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I will walk alone

Through moonlit pathways to stones

Where snow will bear fruit

 

Fruit will taste bitter

As honey and dewdrops wane

In winter’s chilled hearth

 

Frozen blueberries

Rasp berries upon my frame

While wood clasps chimneys

 

Thawing tongue will cut

Within mind stories of flame

That ash blew to winds

 

Woodcutters did thrive

The age of innocence spent

Wicker braids weaker

 

Icicles dangle

Inner pails warm bellies flow

Gushing winterland

 

Broken red bangle

Shards of glass in my fingers

Writing Neverland

 

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Of The Wand And The Moon – Watch The Skyline Catch Fire

Broken memories my staff

Broken memories my staff

7 December 2015

 

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I walk in yonder valleys of shadow and doubt

I never really knew what life was all about

Though my lips I puckered, have learnt to purse and pout

And sing unrestrained to the tune of Schubert’s Trout

 

 

For I now embark lonesome on life’s last ferry

Looking I know, all around, within, seems dreary

I force laugh, conjuring up moments so merry

Face freezes, I realize my heart’s too weary

 

 

Through fading and withered faces I walk alone

Through the shadows and the pleasures that once had shone

Bright light, right unto my eyes, brought my lips a moan

Alas, it is all gone now, is my heart of stone?

 

 

I walk and I walk, I walk an endless journey

Through unrelenting ashen faces once creamy

Towards a dull future for which I hold no key

Sluggish and haggard steps mistaken for dreamy

 

 

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I walk through morrows

Broken memories my staff

In lone shadowland

 

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Spente le Stelle – Emma Shapplin

Memories – Within Temptation

 

 

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The Flaming Doves on my face draw Light

The Flaming Doves on my face draw Light

13 November 2015

Flaming doves

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Looking back, rubble and ash faded

Walking in sun the herd more than one force transmission

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Pulsing through the night, destiny’s skies

I guide, we sow the seeds of change in fall’s universe

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Oracle survives change, knows sees dreams

Mother protects visions, my mind frees, the blind alone

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Carry me through burning sun jaded

You made my faith, mother, love forever my mission

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Take away darkness end submission

End suffering, brace me healing light now pervaded

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Time’s pearls, wasted stars, I will atone

Lonely show me, beyond space, might and light I sew seams

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Cross Heart with angels, design reverse

Hear timeline redefine souls come home theory lies

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The Flaming Doves on my face draw Light

Loud I speak: the greater the Dawn, the starker the Night

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Les Friction – Louder Than Words

Les Friction – What You Need

Les Friction – Who Will Save You Now (2012)

Les Friction – Here Comes The Reign

Les Friction – World On Fire

Les Friction – String Theory

Les Friction – Come Back to Me

Closing Heartpath Core

Closing Heartpath Core

23 October 2015

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More than sheer madness

Tattered walls, agony’s thrill

That the ill beguiles

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Rescuing sister

From descending flaming tongues

We then reunite

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Etheric watches

Over your silent crisis

As will still spirit

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Joining path of Heart

Shining like new-born phoenix

She regenerates

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O mortal silence

Lost in lust is the treasure

Of thousand Heartbeats

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We shall walk alone

On knees behind you she sits

Pacing in between

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I wept for you Eye

Withered lids had brought you down

With snakes that low crept

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The walls grow narrow

Closing Heartpath Core

We dance renewed peace

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Warding away fears

Mother watches over all

Keeping watch of Time

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In Time you will come

To the greenest of Meadows

Where we all walk free

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