The Gods are sleeping

The Gods are sleeping

13 September 2018

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The Gods are sleeping

Their infinite arms outstretched

Embracing our frames

 

The Gods are sleeping

Moss and heather cover them

Dark their sheltered caves

 

The Gods are sleeping

Their hair miles of cypresses

Wisps heave in the winds

 

The Gods are sleeping

Their faces emblems of peace

Bodies a firm rock

 

The Gods are sleeping

They dream plans to overcome

The human frailty

 

The Gods are weeping

Their tears a river of pain

Bondage unending

 

Reading of the poem: 

Fragile – Sting & Stevie Wonder

Frozen Times

Frozen Times

11 September 2016

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Pitch black hurts

The sensitive eyes

Reeling move

On blackboards

Revealing tempo of groove

Distilling the whites

 

Flying kites

Hover above me

Thin slices

Of glories

They regenerate delights

Of childhood stories

 

Hold with me

My grasp on them weak

I dare not

Even speak

As the ropes pulsate with throb

Of the blackened mob

 

Body loss

Puppeteers rewind

In twin peaks

Riddled streaks

Measures of hue man eat he

Shredded dignity

 

Lines to cross

In between jigsaw

Puzzle me not

We forgot

The clear-cut lines of the law

Lesser of evils

 

Weigh me down

Burden of anvils

Beat upon

Lost forlorn

The making of the sword less

Soulful from soulless

 

Talk to me

From withering caves

Your mouth shrine

Frozen times

The words fed to the wordless

Soul forever mine

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Death is not the end – Nick Cave

Into my Arms – Nick Cave

Till the End of the World – Nick Cave

 

Ceremonial Centuries

Ceremonial Centuries

28 August 2016

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She wears me

Like cloak of the night

Deep the probe

Velvet robe

I give in to her dark might

No desire to fight

 

She gifts me

Honey from the bees

Poisoned vines

Heady wines

From deep millenary caves

Lair the reaper paves

 

Twined voices

We offer choices

Oracles

Dark and Light

Compounded the miracles

Of steps in advance

 

Prime numbers

Divide infinite

Deep slumbers

They awake

Nails across blackboards they rake

Lessons to be learnt

 

I gift her

The past reckonings

Of morrows

Built in air

The knowledge she has been there

Inside new future

 

I wear her

Like remnants of fur

Naked flesh

Stretched afresh

Ceremonial centuries

Shredded now at ease

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Our Love is Easy – Melody Gardot

 

Woman on the Top

Woman on the Top

27 August 2016

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Salvation

Your empty wordings

Flowing free

Withered tree

Unwatered by your limp hand

A mouth to demand

 

Damnation

Your hatred coursing

Black rivers

Bring shivers

Brethren replicate the quakes

Judges make mistakes

 

Innocence

A burning willow

Nooses flow

Like the waves

Your mountains’ glory but caves

Sheltering the knaves

 

Complacence

Congratulate self

Twisted doll

Tightly knit

Into clothes that barely fit

Reintegrates shelf

 

Conduction

My nerves leading way

From decay

To dismay

Prosecuting intention

Witnesses galore

 

Eruption

My fiery breath

Heated frame

Sorry lame

I will not stretch below tame

Woman on the Top

 

Reading of the poem: 

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The Eternal Return – Irfan

Monsalvato – Irfan

Peregrinatio – Irfan

 

I will gather you dews from all morrows’ rainshine

I will gather you dews from all morrows’ rainshine

28 July 2016

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Meet me at stark midnight when the ravens are high

The tides walk my footsteps on a ravenous ledge

Where the dark meets the light on neither ground nor sky

Where the talk slips from preps gone to school of the edge

 

The clueless will flounder their thin minds a sheer fall

In brinks of no longer within a troubled sleep

Thickets a dire pounder no deep grasp to recall

Their greed getting stronger as the walls set so steep

 

Relinquish the doorways what goes in will come out

The will is in heartpath not within steely mind

The caves flourish subways from bare digging we flout

Brittle veins in bloodbath as hearts open they grind

 

Show me the avenues that carry your heart’s mine

I will gather you dews from all morrows’ rainshine

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Change – Poets of the Fall

No End no Beginning – Poets of the Fall

Dawn – Poets of the Fall

The Snow falls

The Snow falls

15 July 2016

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Whisper not

The walls can eavesdrop

Say it plain

It is vain

To keep or not to keep hushed

What plays in the Light

 

Pick the fight

Wisely the sage talks

Lonely walks

In crossroads

The wizards stir bats and toads

The love only heart

 

The Snow falls

On our illusions

As hearts throb

The thieves rob

Our intent’s energy waves

Reaching out from caves

 

Reading of the poem: 

 

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Scarborough Fair – Nox Arcana

The Swan Song

The Swan Song

13 May 2016

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Blue ribbons

Hang from the dark skies

As the rains

Fill the plains

With the remains of seasons

Spent in wasted stance

 

Plush meadows

Once breathed laughter’s lines

As the sun

Shone brightly

Upon yards now unsightly

A blossom of graves

 

They built caves

Within heathen grounds

Released hounds

On the weak

Their kings grovel as we speak

Their battlefields red

 

Newly wed

The bells ring for you

Pealing love

High above

The cries to bring out the dead

As the black tides sweep

 

Put to rest

Soul in house arrest

The moonbeams

Hush its screams

It wanes withers but for dreams

Daily sustenance

 

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Daylight broad

The waking penance

Where I walk

Where I talk

My mind in slow resonance

With the sleeping hordes

 

Iron rod

Piercing my ribcage

They seek rage

Through outrage

The body feels mind repeals

The soul mere stillness

 

Walk along

I will recount lives

Filling you

With wonders

From deep wells I draw splendors

My mouth a brush stroke

 

We relive

Many lost embers

The frail heart

Remembers

Feelings more than brief memoirs

Stories for boudoirs

 

United

The pieces of us

They sing loud

The Swan Song

Crystalline drops that take us

To where we belong

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Nocturne – Secret Garden

Swan – Secret Garden

Aragorn Sleepsong – Secret Garden