Deep into mountain

Deep into mountain

15 June 2020

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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

The Devil’s Wife 5 : The way of the Flesh

6 June 2020

Courtesy Stefan Gesell

 

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

Alternate Realities – Chapter Eight : Training the dragons

1 June 2020

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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

Catch me when I fall

25 May 2020

Courtesy Stefan Gesell

 

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

My heart blue and wild

10 May 2020

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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

The Frost Chronicles 6: The secret world of the Marid part 4

7 May 2020

Courtesy Christian Schloe

 

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.

 

  • You should not be here, he said in her mind
  • I needed to see you, she answered
  • This is not the right time. I will come to you later or tomorrow
  • I need your help now
  • I am sure this can wait. I sense what you need to ask of me and this can wait. I have an important meeting now.
  • I will go then but I am not sure how to get out of here. It seemed very natural to sink into the ground but now I feel stuck and cannot rise out of here.

 

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

Burning within breath

10 April 2020

Courtesy Christian Schloe

 

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

When dark contains sight

21 October 2018

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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

Alone we are not lonesome

19 June 2018

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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

Weigh me scales

Weigh me scales

20 March 2018

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Breath that clogs

Pores choking in dust

Seekers run

Flowers sink

Mind shunning all that is pink

Sinking into grey

 

Wanderlust

Opening music

Nimble hands

Fear disbands

Thoughts of everlasting love

Heart swelters above

 

Seal me scar

Watch me from afar

Weigh me scales

Fly me whales

Birthing anew chest inhales

Fallen shooting star

 

Reading of the poem: 

Chanson pour le petit moineau – Abel Korzeniowski

Evgeni’s Waltz (W.E) – Abel Korzeniowski

Song of Time – Abel Korzeniowski