Lady of the Lake
1 January 2017
The fool yawns
Brethren’s darkened spawns
History
In making
From the skull and bones aching
The truth often dawns
In Legends
Beginning upends
Within dreams
Muffled screams
Of the red roses stutters
Restless mind mutters
Burnt on stake
Lady of the Lake
Red in blue
Infused hue
Holy blood the long-lost clue
In Time will renew
Reading of the poem:
Lady of the Lake – Audiomachine
Legacy – Audiomachine
The Legend begins – Audiomachine
Dissolution Time
9 August 2016
Mind racking
Shelves of solutions
Magic books
Sever hooks
Tales twisted by clever crooks
Opportunities
Spell woman
Spirit spells nothing
Only heart
Shines bright through
The key to skies in the clue
Code in the heart’s light
Eye sees spark
The heart sees morrows
Brittle ends
Beginning
Crossing over skulls and bones
Into new alleys
Shiver hard
I breed menestrels
Wilting bard
Composes
More than the feat of Moses
Dreamtime creation
Chimera
Bellerophon slays
We have ways
Set in skies
Splitting they shatter the lies
Breaking all the ties
Desperate
Measures peak at noon
Dissolution Time
In the rhyme
Where the quakes meet pantomime
Replicating chime
Reading of the poem:
La Paloma (No More) – Elvis Presley
Only You – Elvis Presley (The Platters)
It’s Now or Never – Elvis Presley
Before it escapes my reach
7 December 2015
This vanishing world
I want to swallow its fluff
Morrows’ candy threads
Let them glue me pink
Upon my eternal blue
Rainbows’ beginnings
Deep within my soul
I want to lock its treasures
Relish them in chest
The throbbing stillness
Lies wake in me through Night’s sleep
Breath in me serene
The Sun rises East
Waking new Worlds to the Dawn
That births in Sorrows
Farewell to the world
Heaves in my blossoming Heart
As it lulls the Tides
I touch it fading
Before it escapes my reach
Into Oblivion
Before the Dawn – Evanescence
I thought I should share what sunrise looks like from my balcony so added this as an afterthought. I am yet to take a full video of the time from night to dawn and transform it into a timelapse piece. Meanwhile I hope you like the below:
Now that the trail has gone cold
15 November 2015
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In the beginning
Time washed me on empty shores
Shell of air that hung
.
She breathed me Fire
Mother wove me from her womb
Golden thread for stars
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She covered me clay
Rising tides her Oceans spent
Nights on my dark hair
.
. .
She swelled me tremors
Beating Heart she raised me high
Tidal waves my blood
.
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She kneaded me bread
The black and the white she joined
Every mouth to feed
.
I wake in her ice
Now that the trail has gone cold
Heart follows her scent
.
Only my Mother
Scent of Jasmine knew her feet
Ambrosian Life
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The Cranberries – Zombie
The Cranberries – Dreams
The Cranberries – Animal Instinct
Seeing you through I
3 November 2015
When did it begin?
I have no thread to follow
Beginning is end
The mountains are rich
With treasures of Beloved
Icicles are grapes
I who did not drink
Walk dazed in drunken stupor
From heavenly scents
You are everywhere
Earth pulses with your Heartbeats
That call out to skies
You are all sweetness
A slithering snake’s venom
Becomes bees’ honey
For every question
You gave all answers before
Universal One
Seeing You through I
I saw myself in your Light
Your Kingdom become
End in beginning
1 August 2015
This house is silent
Its whispers contained within
The sound of stillness
Throb of heart no more
In chest treasures lay muffled
Still-born witnesses
Opening closing
Gyrating elements dance
Renewed ecstasy
All within will still
As the numbers now converge
End in beginning
The waves’ thunder calls
Soul dissolves in the answer
All without merges
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