Flying South
7 March 2017
Feeding herd
Revolves around me
Claws of Hawk
On the fish
The lamb is opening dish
In supper of wolves
Spilling yoke
The hen rescued egg
Wisps of smoke
Ribs that poke
Talismans that we invoke
Through Truths that we spoke
The chatter
Subsides with the winds
Flying South
Closing mouth
Face racing against the clouds
I follow the birds
Reading of the poem:
Vuelvo al Sur – Caetano Veloso
A Tale of wincing virtues
5 December 2015
Of broken items
Furniture, relics and dreams
She had a room filled
The bustling places
Livelihood of ghostly gait
Simmering ashes
Mocking birds’ speeches
Tunes of ivory and stone
Cast in slow pavements
Slippery ridges
On banks leading to nowhere
From rivers of ice
Stretches of treasures
Meaningful pebbles of Life
Appealing to none
Cruises for the dead
Box of chatter for leisure
Frigid drooping shores
Songs of soft nothings
Of quiet little measures
Distilling poisons
A hymn to the knaves
The unrelenting few dazed
Strewn astride her past
Book of small paces
Featuring starlets and sods
Blank fading faces
Of quirks of the game
A Tale of wincing virtues
Of falsehood and blame
Boulevard of Broken Dreams – Greenday
I walk Alone – Tarja Tarunen
You can only see with Heart
27 October 2015
Mind brings the chatter
Where every essence dissolves
In river of Souls
Emerging from Dark
Time came to experience
Passage of the Love
Cut down the symbols
I taught you Love in the Faith
That spoke in your coils
Softly voices spake
The morrows in the wisdom
Of Enlightenment
You erected me
Stony voice in heartless Field
Light Thunder covers
Feel in the tendrils
Messages of compassion
Rewriting your Fate
.
Close your eyes my Love
You can only see with Heart
Through the fall in me
.
Come to me in the mist’s sighs
11 October 2015
The rain speaks the most
Its patter mind’s chatter spent
Unwinding coils
Heart its chatter is storing
To speak coiled Love
.
The sun scorches lands
Offered to its deadly rays
In wake of the Fear
Walking within its healing
I kiss strong the loving sun
.
When sun breathes in land
Come to me in the mist’s sighs
Reverberating
I will carry you above
Where the Love paints its rainbows
.
The wings flapping high
Rising above crusty Grey
Shake off salty tomb
Renewed butterfly’s colours
Take caterpillar beyond
.
The unbearable knowledge
13 September 2015
.
Tonight time stood still
The unbearable knowledge
Weighed heart down with rocks
.
Gathering myself
I silenced the soul’s chatter
That had grown mindless
.
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