Stillness of my breath
12 July 2020
Summer turned lazy
It watched the path to waters
sizzle under rain
My footsteps left stains
of earthen recollections
green grass and brown dirt
The winding path led
To where waters encountered
stillness of my breath
Reading of the poem:
Beethoven – Sonate au Clair de Lune + 300 Peintures
Deep into mountain
15 June 2020
The ground heaved to sounds
Spluttering of flames within
The core of the earth
The mind harkened to whispers
That spelt cruelty of men
Eruption threatened
Smoke blew from underbelly
Projections in air
Taut silence blazed in bosom
Rage of many fires swelled
The lava gushed forth
Its path a river winding
Deep into mountain
Anger in the mind spilled forth
Erasing taunts of humans
Reading of the poem:
Hypnotic eyes – Shinnobu
The Devil’s Wife 5 : The way of the Flesh
6 June 2020
Her laughter suddenly stopped as he made his way towards her. She felt a rise in the intensity of his gaze towards her. She could see his body shimmering in the sun although it was no longer visible when he was elsewhere in the room. It was a beautiful sight indeed, like a river of diamonds sparkling under the sun. He slowly picked her up from the chair where she was seated and lifted her, making his way towards the bed. She wondered what it would be like to have a physical relationship with him as until now they had only kissed.
He lay her on the bed and left her there her heart fluttering wondering where he was as he was out of the sun again and she no longer saw his shape. She felt him again as the bed was weighed down by his form as he stretched himself on it next to her. She felt him lean towards her and then felt his lips on hers as he kissed her slowly and deliberately. She was glad she was stretched on the bed as she felt herself going weak as he kissed her. He undressed her very slowly and she felt him study her body as he did so. It was as if her whole body was on flames as he kissed and touched her everywhere and as they made love she felt as if her whole being was consumed by him.
Later on as she lay beside him with her arms around him she felt that it was the happiest moment of her life with this contentment filling her up and warming her from the inside. She had never even in her wildest dreams imagined that she would be making love with an invisible being let alone the Devil himself. It was an exhilarating experience beyond her wildest dreams. She hoped that he too had experienced the same elation and she was eager to speak to him and get his impressions.
She wondered how it could possibly take place this way between them while he was not made of flesh. Yet the lovemaking was something that went beyond any pleasure she had ever had with men in a human form. He seemed to sense her mood and embraced her again making the flames soar higher within her. She thought to herself that this was not just the way of the Flesh. This was something more, the melding of two souls and two diverse forms of life. This was pure rapture.
Jesse Cook Rapture
Alternate Realities – Chapter Eight : Training the dragons
1 June 2020
She was awoken from her daydreaming about the dragons with a start when Horus touched her arm and pointed to a large clearing in the woods above which they were flying. Horus uttered a few words in the language of the light and the dragons swooped towards the clearing. She just had the time to cling on for dear life to the bony protrusion at the base of the dragon’s neck before they swooped as she had understood the command Horus gave just in time. The dragons had grown again in stature as she had been imagining them growing while they flew. They stood now in a circle around the large clearing.
Horus gave an order and the dragons took to the skies again before swooping down with their mouths open but without fires coming out of them. She realized that they were mimicking a flame attack but were just not using the full breath of the dragon as they did not want to set fire to the woods. Some of the dragon crossed each other’s paths and Horus asked them to stay at a safe distance from each other. He again gave the order for the attack and this time they came down swooping without crossing each other’s paths. After he had made them repeat the attack around 15 times, Horus told them that they could now play for the rest of the time.
The dragons scurried along the clearing and some wrestled playfully while the others flew about in the skies pursuing one another. A couple of dragons started getting overexcited and this resulted in them breathing out flames. Horus yelled out an order but it was too late. The flames had caught on to the adjacent trees that were very dry and immediately shot into a high flaming torch. The fire spread quickly to the nearby trees and it was soon a bushfire. The dragon she had rode on at the beginning swooped down from the skies and lowered his head so that she may climb up. She mounted and it immediately took off to the skies with the other dragons following closely. Horus was not very pleased with the incident but told her that the rains would take care of the bushfire in due course. He was still pleased with the rigour shown by the dragons in the training despite the incident as they were relatively young and inexperienced dragons. They are almost ready, he said with a smile.
Enigma – Amen (Official Video)
Catch me when I fall
25 May 2020
The ducks are flying
Their sturdy wings an emblem
Of solidity
Wisps of airborne white
Traces of a tree shedding
All springtime’s whispers
Bosoms opening
Memories of summer hay
Open green meadows
Waterhen gliding
The reed caressed by the winds
Heartbeats in the chest
Willow tree rising
The bees humming in the sky
Afternoons of May
Summertime blue thoughts
Sprouts springing in rising mind
Catch me when I fall
Reading of the poem:
Evgeni’s Waltz – Abel Korzeniowski
My heart blue and wild
10 May 2020
Breathe within
My heart’s mysteries
Dialog
Suspended
The inner chambers obtuse
Clues to mind ended
Raise me steep
On cliffs of morrows
Relinquish
Powers urge
Fail to keep the very surge
Of my bosom’s fate
Hone me slate
Teachers to translate
The lesson
Memory
When I was a lonesome child
My heart blue and wild
Reading of the poem:
Gary Moore – Still got the Blues
The Frost Chronicles 6: The secret world of the Marid part 4
7 May 2020
The Marid seemed to sense her presence shortly after she had sunk into the ground and turned to scrutinize her. They did not seem hostile but neither did they seem friendly nor happy that she was there among them. Some of them were whispering to each other and pointing towards her. Others were looking back and forth at her and at her half-father. They seemed to be making some connection. Her half-father rose from his throne laying the scepter aside and made his way through the half circle to where she was.
In a flash she felt herself lifted and the Marid had transported her back into her flat. She had not even felt the resistance of the ground nor did it even seem that time had gone by when she had been lifted into the outside. At the same time the part of her that was high in the skies reintegrated her as if she were a bubble. It made her think of soap bubbles sticking to each other and then forming another larger bubble. Without a further word, the Marid left her and returned to his meeting.
Goëtia
Burning within breath
10 April 2020
The city sprawls
Its engines now spent
Loose hurdles
Blood curdles
Thoughts of morrows’ place to rent
The kites within chest
The flurry
Birds within the skies
Welcoming
Springtime gait
Treetops where the flowers wait
The fall in summer
Take a chance
Open the chimneys
The dust piled
Cleansed with broom
Learn to spell the miracles
Burning within breath
Reading of the poem:
London London – Cibelle
When dark contains sight
21 October 2018
Within a day dream
I gather features of past
In ribbons of kites
Sunshine awakens
Contentment a numbness sought
Shutting out the light
The breath a constraint
Recollections dark matter
Regrets confinement
There flies a small space
Extending light particles
Between you and me
I breathe in hollow
Extensions of my soul seep
Into the twilight
The play of shadows
A riddle for the seeker
When dark contains sight
Reading of the poem:
Space song – Beach house
Alone we are not lonesome
19 June 2018
Leaves fall off the tree
Yellow butterflies to ground
Moss heather and stone
Mind’s criss-cross of highs and lows
Tangled webs of slain desires
Clouds gathered in skies
Raindrops showering gardens
Pond fish thirst alive
Mind’s preoccupations cloud
Soul reaching out to rainbows
Birds’ flight back to nest
Huddled sounds of nestling wings
Pairs to one’s solace
Breath of the divine inside
Alone we are not lonesome
Reading of the poem:
Exaudi Vocem Meam Part I – Dark Sanctuary
Le Rêve de la Nymphe – Dark Sanctuary
Les entrailles de ce Purgatoire – Dark Sanctuary