I know you love me still

I know you love me still

19 January 2018

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Thinking about the things that we used to do

The bond that was built between me and you

The life that we had shaped that seemed so true

All that’s left of that love is my heart so blue

 

I know you love me still

Your heart calls to me shrill

And I won’t stop until

I break through to your will

 

We had so much going between us two

You and me is the only thing that I knew

Now I’m left dazed and with no clue

Why the lies they said shattered us too

 

I know you love me still

Your heart calls to me shrill

And I won’t stop until

I break through to your will

 

We had so much going between us two

You and me is the only thing that I knew

The life that we had shaped that seemed so true

All that’s left of that love is my heart so blue

 

Singing of the lyrics: 

I know you love me still – Geetha Balvannanathan

 

Angels without wings

Angels without wings

29 September 2017

 

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Explosion

Then the water flows

Between us

Deepened bond

We bear white garlands from streams

Knitted in my dreams

 

Colours roll

Inside sunshine’s glint

Joyous spread

Green, blue, red

Hues uncertain times renew

Mistaken instead

 

I ring true

When we ring lather

Foam condensed

Corpse too tense

Chromatic discolouring

Angels without wings

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Fix you – Coldplay

Viva la Vida – Coldplay

A Sky Full of Stars – Coldplay

Simply Love

Simply Love

25 June 2017

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Work of Dove

Flutter of the wings

Peace that rings

In heart brings

Tidings of renewed three kings

Minds’ laden treasures

 

High above

The goal meets the fate

Death of spate

Wills create

From golden ray we instate

Breadth of our measures

 

Simply Love

Tracing in the wild

Stellar child

Bond redialed

Chosen treaty they reviled

Weak are dark’s pleasures

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Simply Love – Stive Morgan

Eternal Love – Stive Morgan

In Space – Stive Morgan

 

The Scribes 2 : Releasing the Primal

The Scribes 2:  Releasing the Primal

14 December 2016

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Scribe 23 was holding a locket that belonged to her Master and had been sent to her through his representatives. It was attached to a gold chain that had hung from her Master’s neck and was now swinging around her own. In the locket were inscribed the words invocatio and opposite the words there was a tiny vial that contained a few drops of the blood of the first Master, Elohim, who had passed the locket on to his first disciple Gabriel. She played around with the locket nervously while pondering whether her Master would deem it was the Time to leave yet and join him. Outside, in the outline of the sky, she could guess the dawn arriving but the city was still sleeping.

 

In one swift movement, she leapt out of the window and flew to the nearest building. She had first been exhilarated about having acquired this new skill but now it was getting tedious as she had to keep using the energy to do that. She had conjured items with too many usage times for the city and nobody needed anything anymore so she had to reduce the overflowing energy floating around so as to avoid the fate of those who had imploded. Throughout the years too much energy had accumulated within her as she had conjured very often and people had rewarded her immensely with their flow.

 

Perched on the top of the nearby building, she observed her own dwelling lying several meters below. She knew that she was not supposed to as they were essentially nomads but she had grown fond of this dwelling where she had stayed longer than with the others. Despite her attachment to it, she knew though that in an instant she would leave it if the Time did come. She wondered when the Master would summon her and why it was that his teachings had only been from afar unlike how it was for all the other Master-disciple relationships. Ever since the first time he had transferred half of his energy to her, it had been a period of enchantment going from one discovery to another but she had always wondered why he had not simply come into her life openly. Yet she could hardly complain as he accompanied her every step and watched over her at every moment, giving her guidance on every small matter she required assistance on.

 

Scribe 23 floated down from the building and walked back to the entrance of her dwelling. Dawn submerged the horizons in a growing light until she could slowly feel the sun rising behind her, its warmth slowly invading her back. She turned and gazed at it wondering at its amazing energy that they could harvest from so far away. What most of the population did not know was that the Scribes actually did not need the Earth conduits or the star gazers to derive the energy for the Conjuring. In fact, most Scribes actually were able to harness both energies themselves but they chose not to do it most of the time as they collected too much of it at a time. One of the rare times the Scribes would harness both energies was when they were making a disciple because that was the only way to create the Bond, which was the sacred link that tied a Master to his/her disciple and through which all the teachings were enhanced.

 

The dwelling in front of her was also waking up like the city behind her which had turned from sleepy to bustling in barely a few minutes. She knew she could no longer float to the balcony now but would have to walk upstairs if she wanted to watch the rising sun. She felt her Master beside her and greeted him. He greeted her back addressing her as Master too which was another oddity in this Master-disciple relationship. When she had asked him about it, his answer had been that she already was what he was preparing her to be. The answer had puzzled her but so had many things with her Master and she had learnt to accept the apparent contradiction and not push further than he was willing to go.

 

He smiled noticing her confused mood and made her understand that it would soon be the Time. When, she asked excitedly and he responded just a little over a fortnight. He made her understand that they would need the contents of the locket and they would need to perform the Conjuring together to release the Primal for the birth of the second sun. Would a second sun not fully scorch the Earth, she asked but he merely laughed off her question. She wondered what it would be like to have a second sun warming the Earth as he left her temporarily to perform some other task. She pondered that perhaps a second sun would finish off the remaining life on Earth as the heat would then become too intense.

 

He was back with her as she walked up the stairs and back to her room, onto the balcony where they both watched the rising sun. In over a fortnight, together they would be releasing the Primal. She wondered what that meant really but consoled herself with the fact that soon enough she would know.

 

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Wings of Gabriel – Arcana

Someone else’s dream – Avi Rosenfeld

Far Away – Diana Boncheva

 

Reach out to the fields

Reach out to the fields

19 October 2016

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The day lost

Meanings of the night

The darkness

Dissolved slight

Packets of velvet insight

Downloading the stream

 

Consciousness

Velveteen rivers

Soul shivers

As it drinks

From wells of knowledge to brinks

Of otherworldly

 

Meet my gaze

Follow us to maize

Bread brethren

Broken bond

We recompose he who yields

Reach out to the fields

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Going somewhere – Abel Korzeniowski

 

تلك الكلمات / Those translucent words

تلك الكلمات

(Poetically translated into a Senryu in English below or here)

٢٧ أبريل ٢٠١٦

Those words

تلك الكلمات

تضاربت في ثديي

طيور في قفص

و أغانيهم

كسر المد والجزرفي الدم

دورة القمر

 قد تحدثنا

مثل طنين مليون نحل

لفت أيدينا

حول العقود

الآجلة صورت

لهب الوحدة

تلك الكلمات

حمامة حلقت

فائقة الكسر

نار الوعود

رمز للضوء الداخلي

من ضمن الظلام

كل ما كان

يحل تدريجيا

دخان رمادي

قشرة الأرض

دائرة حول شمسين

أعماق الوضوح

قراءة القصيدة: 

Those translucent words

(poetic  “translation” into an English Senryu of a Senryu written in Arabic, above or here)

27 April 2016

Words English

Those translucent words

They beat fast in my bosom

Like fierce and caged birds

 

Their beautiful songs

Broken tides of the dark blood

A cycle of moon

 

We once spoke along

Like buzz of a million bees

Our hands were still wrapped

 

Around bright futures

That unfolding slow portrayed

Light of Unity

 

Those translucent words

They flew like a dove so high

Born Unbreakable

 

The shimmering bond

A token of inner light

Within the darkness

 

All that there once was

Gradually dissolving

In grey wisps of smoke

 

Earth’s crust Revolving

Circling my two fading suns

Depths of Clarity

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Wounded Heart – Audiomachine

Eve of Battle – Audiomachine

Legacy – Audiomachine

 

Ours Undying Realms

Ours Undying Realms

22 April 2016

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Listen well

We speak in dreamtime

Son of skies

Sun of Earth

We bond beyond miracles

That hastened your birth

 

Immortal

Your sinking flesh dives

Into blue

Air bubbles

You are diluted endless

Our tool of the light

 

Blue in red

Knotted now the thread

Three circles

End the spine

The will then spoken divine

My blood daily wine

 

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Sink your lips

Into my fountains

We chose you

Moon goddess

The tongue more than mere prowess

Pathways to the Gods

 

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Purple hues

A lost world renews

Blessings born

From womb torn

The openings of wet tides

Dragon tamer rides

 

He springs forth

The second coming

The mother

A blue bride

Beginning in the ending

The circle is squared

 

The flames flared

Illusion a wisp

Of dying

Grey kingdoms

Hastened to the fleeting helms

Ours Undying Realms

 

Reading of the poem: 

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No Ordinary Love – Sade

Love is Found – Sade

Paradise – Sade

Your Love is King – Sade

Kiss of Life – Sade

Nothing can come between Us – Sade