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

Butterflies died first

Butterflies died first

17 September 2015

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Basking in the sun

Their wings shower of colours

Heart-wrenching beauty

Flying free in skies

Translucent against the blue

Like heavenly gift

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Flaming wave blazed through

No trees withstood its fervour

As it scorched all souls

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Wings transformed moth-like

Turning ashes in mid-air

Butterflies died first

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We faced each other

Foetal position resumed

Time to be reborn

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In Peace with the Flames

In Peace with the Flames

15 September 2015

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Seven days and nights

The task had me in waking

My feet bore no sole

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I roamed wilderness

Through the thicket and the thorns

Gathering all fuel

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Building the Bonfire

The twig like the log will serve

Awakening sparks

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Rapture turned desire

Desire spent itself in Love

Making Light shadows

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Human sacrifice

I threw myself into fires

Agni wept my Soul

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As the fire soared

Hands extended in ashes

I dissolved in void

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In Peace with the Flames

Bodiless and soul flying

I merged with the One

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The Time will never come back

The Time will never come back

4 September 2015

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I coloured your lids

Kiss of death had them waning

I infused them blue

 

Your cheeks had whitened

A bloody drip from my veins

Brought them back rosy

 

Death became you so

I walked out to embrace it

Arms laden with hopes

 

It whirred in my mind

The Time will never come back

When you and I loved

 

I stood at the tides

Watched burial of your face

Seep into nothing

 

Unbeknownst to all

Hearts shaped back from oblivion

Even death forgets

 

Your resurrection

Spun all clocks backwards in space

From ashes blown home

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The Time will Never come Back – The Last Days

A day will soon come (Translation of Il viendra le jour)

A day will soon come

August 30, 2015

(Original french version here – Il viendra le jour )

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A distant call rings

Black echoes from beyond grave

Bring me back your blood

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Served bloody sausage

Of our dead future

Oh what rotten fruit

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Indigested dish

Brings back weary memories

From depths I had slain

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It I had reviled

Tasted it in weightlessness

Stealthily, hidden

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Heavy, disgusting

Sour-bitter of a dead past

An acid reflux

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Vomit your offal

Finally free my stomach

To digest other

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I would tear my skin

If it were to bear your stench

Make it new banner

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I will clamour loud

The withering of my sighs

Satirised in vain

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To live and then die

Of nature to wound myself

That in me slithers

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A life extinguished

I collected the ashes

And made a new shroud

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To die and then live

Did I have to use the if/saw (play on si – scie in the French version i.e. the if or the saw)

To cut everything

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A day will soon come

Where a beautiful bright void

Will cleanse my stomach

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Practising still life

Practising still life

29 August 2015

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Walking on eggshells

Toiling through the days planted

A slippery path

 

A parade for none

Balance maintained by sheer will

For pain to withstand

 

Life is always such

That calm relays agony

Rainbow to be felt

 

Kick off calm and dance

Raging with the elements

That battle within

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Spending you in throes

Fight and you are overcome

You fight only you

 

Blinded spectacle

Lending itself to ashes

The blind will behold

 

Practising still life

A lifetime to reach the point

Of abandonment

 

Look into my eyes

I will raise you now my peace

For shelter you bring

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I will call your name

I will call your name

28 August 2015

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These flames soar higher

The blaze creates new ashes

As burnt flesh will fly

 

A journey of Love

Where human form now desists

Melting to the core

 

Iridescent forms

Replaced the Earthly formats

As all flesh was gone

 

Clasping, unclasping

Sight will touch skin forever

As it transcends hands

 

Show me more of you

Let your light make me complete

Peeling dark off me

 

Potent and silken

These waves that bolster all flow

Submerge and lift me

 

Flying unabashed

On the wings of our hunger

I will call your name

 

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The red writhing hood

The red writhing hood

14 August 2015

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In the woods she strays

Flowers bloom in every place

Sun goads her deeper

 

A clearing sits well

In midst of mind’s dark thickets

As sun’s rays lessen

 

Flashing teeth bore hard

Into mind bewitched by stars

What an ad venture!

 

Reality strikes

Talking into the wrong strides

As footsteps recede

 

Its breath came noisy

Now lurking in the darkness

Old foe sat quiet

 

The red writhing hood

Would have to defeat again

A new big bad wolf

 

Silver metal shone

Whose blood was it now that pearled

Upon naked flesh?

 

Grey daylight broke bond

Metamorphosis flamed skin

Consumed as ashes

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Dying within me / Mourant en mon être

Dying within me

31 July 2015

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Butterfly flutters

Its wings not of season’s taste

Find themselves stripped off

The clockwork whirred on

Prototype adjustments set

Prolonging still life

The flame rekindled

Withstood only mid-season

Dying within me

Ashes stirred ablaze

Reborn out of nothingness

Seethed eternal life

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Mourant en mon être

31 juillet 2015

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Papillon s’agite

Ses ailes de saison d’hier

Se trouvent déchiquetées

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La mécanique tourne

Rajusté le prototype

Prolongeant vie morte

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Le feu ranimé

Dura seulement mi-saison

Mourant en mon être

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Cendres vivifiées

Rejaillissant du néant

Gorgées d’éternel

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The nostalgia of your face

The nostalgia of your face

22 July 2015

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Crimson drops fall soft

As withered rose slowly dives

Into realms unknown

Known, unknown, mysterious

Multiverse spells your past names

Stashes to ashes

Consumed and forgotten goods

Burnt in memory

Thoughts aflame purge all inside

A new dawn is born within

Winds blow on grey plains

Rich of scattered wealth’s remnants

All without lies bleak

Appearance, mind of the weak

Leaves, shun the dust-ridden veins

Moonlight colours blue

The ghostly sight of decay

Compact in red tape

Vermilion slowly scatters

The nostalgia of your face

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