Soul between two worlds
4 July 2018
The light plays with dark
Random pathways of glitter
Entwined creations
Scintillating beams
Whispers from lands of morrows
Otherworldly dreams
Enchantment in chest
Mind composing miracles
Soul between two worlds
Reading of the poem:
Divine Overtone Chanting – Istvan Sky
The Dragon Egg
7 February 2018
She could see that he was speaking but she could not hear him anymore. It was as if she was in a deep tunnel underground with the waters rushing above it. He sensed that she was not hearing him anymore and reached out to slightly shake her shoulders to jolt her back into awareness of what he was saying and she felt the sensation dim. He was telling her that she had a son who was now six years old and who was a hybrid. He was born from a relationship that she had broken off more than six years ago.
She was still puzzled as to how she could have conceived the baby without having to carry it within her womb. He told her that the hybrids did not require to be carried in the womb of a human mother until maturity but just needed to be conceived and kept within the womb for a number of weeks. After that they were able to be transported and kept elsewhere in certain conditions until they hatched. She felt a curious click when he mentioned the word hatched. It made her think back to a moment during the relationship when her boyfriend’s mother had come to meet her. They had met at the airport and the older woman had behaved strangely with her, her arms going all around her in an odd way before they had departed.
She remembered how her boyfriend had mentioned that his mother had come to retrieve the egg. She had dismissed the whole matter from her mind as being ludicrous at the time but now things seemed different. She thought back to the times when she could hear a baby crying in her head and had believed it to be linked to her children being away from her for a short period. She also thought back to the times when she had felt a telepathic communication of desperation from someone she could not identify as well as to her increasing obsession about dragons. She had still sent comforting thoughts to that being at each communication she felt although she could not identify who it was.
The final communication just before it had been cut off was the description of a young human being with a tail that could retract at will. It also described the way the mother of her ex-boyfriend had retrieved the egg from her. Apparently the egg was vibrating at a different frequency level than the one she was vibrating at. This difference in frequency allowed the older woman to isolate the egg in the womb from the womb and be able to pull it out in the open air where it remained invisible and keep it with her. She had then taken the egg with her back to South Africa where she had placed it in the incubator until it had hatched. The result was a handsome young boy who could move at will between the appearance of a dragon and that of a human with only the tail remaining sometimes when he did not use enough energy for the transformation.
She looked again at the man in front of her. He was telling her that the young boy needed her now because he was growing strong and would not listen to anybody else. For some reason, despite their separation, he had formed a very strong bond with her and had demanded to be reunited with her. She wondered what it would be like to mother this hybrid child. Would she have the strength to teach him right from wrong and be able to go through with any punishments if he did not obey. Rewarding a strong hybrid would not be an issue but how to punish a strong hybrid that could cut you to pieces if he wished to ?
The man could see all of these questions go through her mind as she thought and he reassured her that the child seemed to have already developed an immense loyalty to his mother he did not know. In fact, many of the things that would have otherwise happened to her when she put her ex-boyfriend out of her life were rendered impossible by his intervention. Right from the safety of his egg, he had projected a field of energy around her to shield her from any harm according to the man. She smiled with a mixture of pride and amazement. She would take care of him. He was her boy after all and would grow to be a fine dragon human.
Rockabye – Clean Bandit ft. Sean Paul & Anne-Marie
In golden glory
16 August 2017
Rake me vice
From purest device
Northern cap
Fingers wrap
Ice cold times will await me
When I wake again
Taking turns
In kaleidoscope
I am you
I am eye
Everything that flows
Between glares and glows
Hush baby
The gardens are ripe
With your tears
We create
Forests where dragon appears
In golden glory
Reading of the poem:
Through the veil – Diane Arkenstone
Of a soul to move with no tear
29-30 October 2016
In between the light and the dark
Where salt melts in the mouth of nuns
That sing to the molding of the suns
Within all creation its spark
The slaughtered trees release their bark
Fall of the mighty the weak stuns
The seeker the Truth never shuns
To wisp of stories listen, hark
Take me to a place that lives tales
Of glorious moments I hear
Of ships’ steadied flight without sails
Of blissful coming to me dear
Of crossing my heart without nails
Of a soul to move with no tear
Reading of the poem:
Rotlaust tre fell – Wardruna
Dissolution Time
9 August 2016
Mind racking
Shelves of solutions
Magic books
Sever hooks
Tales twisted by clever crooks
Opportunities
Spell woman
Spirit spells nothing
Only heart
Shines bright through
The key to skies in the clue
Code in the heart’s light
Eye sees spark
The heart sees morrows
Brittle ends
Beginning
Crossing over skulls and bones
Into new alleys
Shiver hard
I breed menestrels
Wilting bard
Composes
More than the feat of Moses
Dreamtime creation
Chimera
Bellerophon slays
We have ways
Set in skies
Splitting they shatter the lies
Breaking all the ties
Desperate
Measures peak at noon
Dissolution Time
In the rhyme
Where the quakes meet pantomime
Replicating chime
Reading of the poem:
La Paloma (No More) – Elvis Presley
Only You – Elvis Presley (The Platters)
It’s Now or Never – Elvis Presley
The permanent game
17 June 2016
I am wind
Blowing through the ice
Kissing peaks
Lurking deep
Within caverns of the Earth
Beckoning to sun
I am sun
Hiding my glory
Behind clouds
Amongst crowds
Blue red and gold define me
Purple is my frame
I’m water
Flowing through the streams
Gushing forth
Gathering
Glowing energy for all
As I rush to source
I am hole
Blacker than the night
Inhaling
Exhaling
Birthing rejecting matter
Parallel highways
I am Her
Eternal woman
My hand’s touch
Skies’ magic
The blue womb of creation
In red glove of Love
I am Time
Flowing forth both ways
Thrice forward
Once backward
Step back a recognition
Of the wayward path
I am storm
Darkest hues of skies
When lightning
Kisses Earth
When the sky-kissed lands give birth
To new promises
I am light
Brightening darkness
Waning moon
Fills herself
My inner core endless well
Where she transfigures
I am fire
Bottled in the skies
Like genie
Of heavens
Stormy dome my birthing field
I flying Phoenix
I am sun
Rebirth my credo
Concentrate
Of new shapes
Baring the rocky landscapes
That my glare begets
I am all
Impermanent frame
Inner core
Mutating
Cells within replicating
The permanent game
Reading of the poem:
Kyrie – Antaeus
The endless waters
26 May 2016
Waking up
To a sleeping world
The words hurled
Weak symbols
Unmoved zombies barely stir
Hearts lost in idols
The mind whirled
In between Twin Times
The spaces
Give me rhymes
With shaking tongue I ring bells
Lost their ghostly chimes
Mothers weep
Their withered breasts hang
Unto grounds
Lost babies
Strive through caves of Netherworld
To pick up the whiff
Barren wombs
Replicate nothing
The free mind
A wild thing
Creation is in the thought
The seeing of blind
Fear the wrath
The priests shriek strident
The breath stale
They inhale
Emblem of love they impale
Downfall of mortals
Breathe the love
Says the inner self
Its stillness
Warm river
Coursing through my veins shiver
The endless waters
Reading of the poem:
The moment – Vargo
Children of the Suns
9 May 2016
You twist turn
Your body’s language
Suppressed fire
The desire
To outrun fate’s marks dire
Palms’ consequences
Unwritten
Outcome of the Heart
Creation
Out of Blue
A pathway to elation
Stemming from the soul
You are mine
She claims her deathright
Hooded frames
Playing games
Between sparks of life and death
Unmuted the breath
Rasping voice
In countdown begins
The numbers
Coded thoughts
Series of forget me nots
Strewn through faded shapes
Explosion
Of coloured landscapes
The visions
Cascading
Heightened hues that the brush scrapes
From our life’s palettes
Invention
Within play of mind
The grey hounds
They wait dull
Minds where creation abounds
Canvas for their show
Time has come
Thinkers will create
Fearless roads
Carved in hills
Where the soul soars limitless
Before we need gills
We will swim
In deepest oceans
Blue memories
Misplacing
Every second of racing
Towards sunny skies
We shall fly
Birds of paradise
Hearts flowing
With the warmth
Of bright air infused in us
Children of the Suns
Reading of the poem:
Always Mine – Thomas Bergersen
The Dance of Colours /Fearless – Thomas Bergersen
Children of the Sun – Thomas Bergersen
No trade where no fear
7 May 2016
Silent stream
World of inversion
Relentless
Whirling fast
Desperation to the last
Of fading monsters
Strident scream
World of perversion
Black to white
The weak smite
The kings walk slow in tatters
While the knaves bear crowns
Inside out
The miracles wane
Fading pain
New desire
Unending cycle matters
The caves of my mind
Light splatters
Cavities of eyes
I see them
The dark hordes
Silhouettes cut against gleam
Of waning moonbeam
They depict
With our quaking fears
Shades of grey
Loss decay
Down once more into the fray
Battle creation
Upside down
Kafka they remind
Those patterns
Bleak lanterns
Rising of the dead who drowns
Though the hand extends
We will see
The victorious ends
Rise of tides
That repeat
Endless the ways of defeat
When hearts speak sorrow
White pages
They speak to me scores
Sentences
Suspended
The trail of lives now ended
When agony won
We are one
Our beauty so clear
Fine crystal
Shimmering
The end of slavery’s ring
No trade where no fear
Reading of the poem:
My Favourite Faded Fantasy – Damien Rice
I don’t want to change you – Damien Rice
The Blower’s Daughter – Damien Rice
Miracles in the palm of my hand
23 November 2015
As seconds’ drifting Time within sand
Seeping through the gaps in the places within my clutch
Shapes shifting through morrows now disband
Invasion now quietened, subdued the old seasoned Dutch
Wars in memories’ echo waged
Intentions thrust upon the space of strife now mental
The boiling point steams creation raged
Recipes for metamorphosis elemental
The sword rests upon dark woodened land
In words the pillar, the power, the firm rock thus such
I lean upon you make no demand
The nearness enhances sweetness you would say as much
Miracles in the palm of my hand
Awaiting the injured for vibrations’ healing touch
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