Ticking Bomb
30 April 2017
Red matter
Spilling over roofs
Withered snow
Collapsing
Plucked daffodils now gasping
Rasping rhapsodies
Mad Hatter
He follows Alice
Down the wells
Dark spirals
Sliding cubicles warping
Unheard melodies
Sails tatter
Waving through the past
Undone Times
Ticking Bomb
Winding through the bleeding vines
Mind a zone of mines
Reading of the poem:
Time – N’to
Keeper of my Light
23 November 2016
Stealth dancing
Your shadow on mine
The twirl slow
The breath low
Abated sunken in teeth
Touch diffusing heat
Grasp my arm
Fend off from me harm
The days yarn
Needles work
Into my heart as they smirk
Un-assorted pairs
The eye stares
Into my bosom
The head spares
Grow me hairs
Of whiter melancholy
Love’s monopoly
Brittle game
The players like darts
Launching pad
Wicked fad
Flame thrower sprucing the ends
Hate makes no amends
In love’s sight
We sighed like children
Hiding toy
Breathing joy
Theft of innocence galore
Pile me more to store
Move the whim
From my bleeding shore
Bury dark
From the bright
Swirl out of my mind’s delight
Keeper of my light
Reading of the poem:
Tango Sentimientos – Tango Project
Angel Burns
30 July 2016
Desert posts
Light greying landscapes
Tower scrapes
Edge of skies
The breach revealing the lies
All zones set in void
Mind devoid
Of fears rattlesnakes
The leaves rakes
Pages scorched
Their edges like stems reveal
Truth of what we feel
Remnants torched
They keep us unknown
Angel burns
The Heart yearns
Netherworld in pieces shown
To my bleeding Eye
Reading of the poem:
Ignite – Sky Architect
Mother’s spirits had risen
28 November 2015
The sun regained cold
Petunias withered up
White and pink faces
Soft pastels played in my Heart
A bridge of purple faded
Citrus evergreen
Haunted by orange speckles
Bore timid blossoms
A shade of penance hung low
Within branches of my thoughts
Hibiscus rose red
Tussled with bougainvillea
Prominent flowers
The crimson in my mind’s shades
Spoke of bleeding memories
Frangipani bloomed
Delicate orange on white
Its scent thief of Hearts
Captured throb within ribcage
Sought bloom’s renewed tenderness
Grass ran through Earth’s brown
Carpet of fresh green kingdoms
Grasshoppers’ domain
Mother’s sprits had risen
Winding through me a new hope
The moon rose silver
Exhaling through jasmine’s breath
Faint springtime’s treasures
Hushed feeling of renewal
Coursed through my Heart lily white
Amethystium – Enchantment
Amethystium..Treasure ( Isabliss )(Stine Mari Langstrand)
Amethystium – Strangely Beautiful
The Loss of what is not there
13 September 2015
If I could appeal
To beat of your bleeding Heart
I see withering
If I could go back
Halt now shift within your heart
I see unfolding
If I could stop it
The day you will choose reason
I see oncoming
I would move time’s space
Within that fraction of mind
When intent went wrong
Alas I watch it
The Loss of what is not there
Awaiting future
When cycle is spent
Time will then fold on itself
So past comes undone
With Knowledge of Loss
You will transcend the intent
Rephrasing the past
Thus I say this much
Perhaps that you will look too
Saves us the heartache
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