The Silent Tree

The Silent Tree

21 June 2016

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The Silent Tree

It bustles around

With keen promises of words

Hanging like dead fruit

Adrift the swaying leaves

 

The Silent Tree

It sheltered my frame

With a hundred drops of shade

Casting spells of dark

Amidst the scorching sun

 

The Silent Tree

I climbed its branches

Making merry of the ground

My hands tools of skies

Beyond reach of the mind

 

The Silent Tree

We had carved its bark

With tomorrows nevermore

Basking in todays

In fading centuries

 

The Silent Tree

We had cut its branches

When dying sun passed away

Snuffed out like candle

Within eye of the Storm

 

The Silent Tree

We both watched it fall

Its roots decaying  tunnels

Where the rats ran free

Through eras of regret

 

The Silent Tree

Its hushed memories

Shivered within my bosom

When the moon sang shrill

With voiceless agony

 

The Silent Tree

I shake off its leaves

From desperate clinging arms

That embraced me tight

Before I emerged free

 

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Death is a disease – Clint Mansell, Kronos Quartet, Mogwai

Xibalba – Clint Mansell, Kronos Quartet, Mogwai

Together we will live forever – Clint Mansell, Kronos Quartet, Mogwai

Weavers in dungeons

Weavers in dungeons

16 May 2016

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Crawling Earth

Heavenly nature

Wasted flight

Burnt candle

Amorphous remnants of light

Hybrid beings roam

 

Scorching rays

A prison so bright

Morning sun

Shunned glory

The rebels face fate gory

Beads of consequence

 

The hand counts

Remainders of days

Centuries

Fly in hours

Counting the traces of scars

From wings’ extraction

 

Monster park

Theme of a nightmare

Creepers seed

With tight veins

Thickening branches restrain

Every free movement

 

Running still

Mouth a gaping hole

Motionless

Screaming void

Face of expressions devoid

Legions of stillness

 

Eerie lights

Decorate their frames

Forgotten

Ancient names

Lie in books to raise them free

Weavers in dungeons

 

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The offering – Shaman’s Harvest

Dragonfly – Shaman’s Harvest

In chains – Shaman’s Harvest

 

Through the flying times I knelt

Through the flying times I knelt

27 February 2016

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We are born

Like in a whirlwind

The hours strike

Our birth’s time

Like flame of burning candle

Sketched in the tempest

 

We grow needs

The crowning of life

Wilting through

What heart heeds

Within the morrows I sow

Food for my own thought

 

There are shades

Painted within me

Where I find

Alternates

Possibilities to breathe

Scarcity of you

 

We are born

Like paper airplanes

The winds lift

The winds rip

They set us lone and adrift

From our shining selves

 

I am not

My death is open

Like a book

Angular

Each corner a tilting point

Where I die some more

 

The fate blind

She grants me token

Of morrows

Where I lie

A closed copy of myself

Within deep set grave

 

We are born

Like a flight of geese

Panicked flight

Left to right

The Northern skies ours to please

As we yearn Southern

 

Fortune said

She favours the brave

I forgot

How it felt

To wish upon a new day

Untainted by sigh

 

Holy grails

Within my faint grasp

Air leaving

As I gasp

Through the flying times I knelt

My tidings the nails

 

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Black & Blue – Archive

Again – Archive

Distorted Angels – Archive

Axiom – Archive

 

Ten was the Number

Ten was the Number

23 October 2015

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You led strong the path

Stark contrasts blinded the eye

That dwelt in the mind

 

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I walked yesterday

Within your footsteps’ clamours

We both lost the way

 

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Recovering sight

I shook the night’s salty waves

And brought you the light

 

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You breathed into me

Heat of a thousand dragons

Forgotten treasure

 

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I frosted your mind

Brought to it a chilling peace

My deadly waters

 

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Tendrils lily white

Reaching out to ink pitch black

Rewrite nuances

 

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Softly exploring

I opened the Heart Channel

Regenerating

 

Tomorrow’s bud stems

From roots that creep within Earth

Nine reaching for skies

 

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From nine we split Three

As you and I climbed the Tree

Climbing us becomes

 

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Ten was the Number

We had decomposed from nine

As the candles hung

 

 

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Beyond Connection

Beyond Connection

2 September 2015

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I constructed you

You then deconstructed me

Laughed, hid the pieces

 

The key to the mind

Lies within thoughts’ meanders

Keys to heart flicker

 

Captured and released

Unwilling pact of freedom

Misplaced denied bonds

 

My hands lay helpless

Numbness then blood flowing back

Tingling sensations

 

Phantom cords cut all

Wounds that had crusted over

Where salt cauterised

 

Seeking the prison

Of mind that had most mattered

Cotton for the soul

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Beguiled mind relived

A lifetime of servitude

To masters that fleeced

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A shiver calling

To birth of a new era

Where slaves buy life back

 

A penny for Love

No quarters given today

Dime dozen’s fickle

 

Your form bathed in light

Cast against my darkness spelt

Chance of renewal

 

The candle’s flame lisped

Slithering towards my heart

Whispering new tongue

 

Every language ours

My thoughts trail off into yours

Beyond Connection

 

Ears pick up no sound

Artful measures a hiss feigned

Lungs filled in silence

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What is this madness?

What is this madness?

19 August 2015

 

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I wake before dawn

Having slept at its onset

Verily refreshed

 

If you are handler

Let my body be handles

That you may hold me

 

Thoughts of you suffuse

My very core as they light

Every handle’s fires

 

I became candle

That you may see in the dark

During your journeys

 

I became your feet

That I may lift your being

To the highest states

 

Elevated, free

You trod upon me never

We flew in heavens

 

Like your cloak of skies

I sleep with your sweet setting

Within me you rise

 

The suns wilting, skulk

At this radiance of you

As your soul unfolds

 

The moon unabashed

Held mirror to your image

And stole your silver

 

Sun and moon conspired

In wake of your glorious light

To cast you shadows

 

What is this madness

That day is night, night is day

And you stay the One?

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The foghorn blows not

The foghorn blows not

2 August 2015

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Mist covered the Earth

As she exhaled past sorrows

Pervading all thoughts

 

The lighthouse faded

Jaded memories walk past

Flickering in dark

 

A light shines sudden

Like a candle in the house

As shooting star falls

 

Footsteps in the night

Weary traveller is lost

The foghorn blows not

 

Earth shifted again

Countless stories washed over

As pale new dawns rose

 

Memories cords loosened

Strumming to toneless voices

Bees hum in playground

 

The fog now thickens

Let wilderness spread around

Don’t blow the foghorn

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