Messenger
4 January 2017
Birth in stars
Growth in the moonshine
Blessed in wine
Sleek pristine
From gift of birth do not dine
Polluted alters
Sing story
Slow the candle light
Bring the sight
Slow the might
Sorrows empty change delight
Reversing altars
Voices ring
Ear deciphering
Messenger
Carries weight
Of parcels deliverance gait
Wading through waters
Reading of the poem:
The Messenger – Audiomachine
Prologue & Birth – Audiomachine
Hope and Glory – Audiomachine
Heavens within me
13 May 2016
They speak fast
Of fires of hell
Chiming bell
Lost players
For who rings the fated knell
They quake in questions
The preachers
They spit dark venom
From black souls
Pits and coals
All stirred up without the love
Forgotten the dove
The slayers
They blend words and swords
Practicing
A fine art
Never to reach divine start
The engine falters
Lost prayers
Realms of green altars
Whispering
Beckoning
To ultimate sacrifice
My bosom to slice
Piece me meals
In temples of greed
You were born
Swallow’s creed
Migration within you seed
Of moving morrows
Drink my blood
I am son of none
Sun’s first born
Moon’s daughter
You sip of me in laughter
Sorrow’s canticles
Hear never
The whispers are soft
The thunders
Harsh wonders
I lone listen to neither
Heavens within me
Reading of the poem:
Hymn to Hope – Secret Garden
Illumination – Secret Garden
The Promise – Secret Garden
As the Ravens swarm
8 February 2016
Slow they show
The shimmering peaks
The love’s hope
Periscope
Looking out of the waters
Rimmed with icy blue
The cleansing
Gift of springtime’s sprouts
Dancing feet
Humming beat
Prancing around the lilies
Chasing across Time
It blinks fast
The glowing heartbeat
Building up
Winding stairs
Leading down into the wells
Where the blood simmers
Flatline’s trace
When all is balance
Without face
She calls loud
Her shadows like the moon’s hue
Silver and grey streaks
We renew
From depths of our selves
Holy chants
Bees’ water
Our birth into mystic skies
Which speak of fear’s loss
Of decaying skin
Cleaned so neat what feat!
This absence
In presence
I scrubbed harder than steel nails
This soul how she wails
The moon flies
Over dark rivers
Where men cry
As they die
Their souls steeped in nothingness
The void it calls so
In the skies
High above the trees
She glimmered
Slight traces
Aurora borealis
Shimmering portal
Pilgrimage
To darker silence
Where the waves
Ride the shades
Of snow falling onto stones
Altars of the old
We rehearse
Death and its shadows
Like bleak slaves
Submissive
Mortality donned like cloak
We once immortal
They bind us
With paper names’ codes
Like grey moths
To stark light
We go down without a fight
Our minds bound to false
Like dewdrops
The gleaming droplets
Of bloods call
Misery
A notion to overcome
As the Ravens swarm
Reading of the poem:
Solringen – Wardruna
Naudir – Wardruna
AnsuR – Wardruna
Fehu – Wardruna
Ingwar – Wardruna
Healing lines my Heart
10 November 2015
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Walk unto altars
No sacrifice but the Grace
Of Blue requiems
Sing the nightingale
Twenty sparrows talked to crows
Of deserts’ pirates
Walk across the dunes
To the solitary grounds
Where angels wept tears
Enter your Temple
Within the sands of Time’s flow
Flaming bush whispers
Walk over the waters
Ebb and flow will set you free
Humble is the Pi
Breathe into the Ground
The fumes of tomorrow’s Life
As I set the Breath
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Walk into the skies
Let the airborne meet the Tunes
Silenced Chimera
Red was the sea’s glint
As she touched the sky-bred Flames
Breathing in the rain
Walk astride the Times
When her hair loose hung in grapes
Wine for the living
Blue was the sky’s Breath
Wings crossed the Ocean’s timelapse
A second coming
Walk under the stones
Crushing is the morrow’s grief
If countdown went wrong
More than a sole Head
Bellerophon my hand’s art
Healing lines my Heart
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