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

Time no Time

Time no Time

8 May 2016

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Inside Time

Milliseconds drip

Centuries

Whirling fast

Within warped universes

That leave head spinning

 

Under Time

The silence echoes

Wasted thoughts

Daily tasks

Withered in suns as she basks

Outlines twined shadows

 

The humdrum

It stretches worthless

Sunken fear

Opposed rising

The mind and thought surmising

Through opposite peaks

 

Across Time

Walking gingerly

Guided path

Mentor flies

Following with downcast eyes

Avoiding the wrath

 

Outside Time

Proportions vary

All dilates

Written slates

Matter less when we become

Light’s transient beings

 

Time no Time

All the dead people

They party

Pale corpses

They make merry with shut eyes

When sight sees not lies

 

Reading of the poem: 

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City of the Dead – Eurielle

Rescue me – Eurielle

Lament for Thorin – Eurielle

No trade where no fear

No trade where no fear

7 May 2016

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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: 

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My Favourite Faded Fantasy – Damien Rice

I don’t want to change you – Damien Rice

The Blower’s Daughter – Damien Rice

Giant that staggers

Giant that staggers

6 May 2016

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You misread

The sacred teachings

Book of dead

Cherry tree

The baby cradled on knee

That knelt in penance

 

We restore

Balance forsaken

Promises

Weak taken

More than dignity of whore

Who spoke in wisdom

 

Time hastens

To broken seconds

Send not dogs

To do errands

Your messages borne by crown

My only audience

 

She repeats

My darkened thunders

I promised

Rare wonders

From the whole you gave bleak seed

Your downfall the greed

 

Between worlds

We shuttle griefless

Your wombs dry

Souls seedless

You carry wasted bodies

Useless sacrifice

 

Look beyond

The days are counted

They fly swift

Like daggers

Finding the eye that blinks not

Giant that staggers

 

Reading of poem: 

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The Eyes of Truth – Enigma

Beyond the Invisible – Enigma

Silence must be heard – Enigma

In trailing backwards

In trailing backwards

4 May 2016

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She calls me

The dark blue Mother

Her voice soft

Piercing Time

The inflexions in the rhyme

Depicting morrows

 

The false lords

They carry baskets

Weight of grapes

Slowing necks

Craning into swirling voids

Where Time stills no more

 

Silent watch

As it unfolds bleak

He said it

Undeterred

By chattering of the herd

Scattering in pain

 

They pay high

Sins of the father

Price in veins

That flow grey

Squandering remains of day

When crowns mistook heads

 

The waters

They surge above bridge

The dams fade

Crumbling sands

Crashing on the outer rims

Of Humanity’s peaks

 

Slaves hurry

To their sunken graves

Their feet sore

From walking

Their inane mouths still talking

Of undone evils

 

Three by three

They pair uneven

Their tales dead

Like roadkill

As the blue graveyards thunder

Sealing them under

 

Ingrained roots

Of loving solace

They bring grace

Salvation

The gills opening to air

Stored in the bubbles

 

We will fly

When the waters wane

Into skies

Where twin suns

Beckon to purple landscapes

In trailing backwards

 

Reading of the poem: 

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The Alchemist Universe

Orbs Love & Light

The Healing of Orion

Semblance of the soul

Semblance of the soul

1 April 2016

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Silly girl

I followed your steps

Winding down

Dead orchard

The wells were brimming with noise

Of the green apples

 

They mature

Skins a green-blue hue

I had lost

Every clue

My foreplay a silent pawn

In the game of thrones

 

Day will dawn

Upon the questions

Of the night

They spin dark

Answers in tale of two minds

That carelessness grinds

 

Apple pie

Bittersweet raw taste

Sugar waste

I serve it

To the awnings of needy

I shun hands greedy

 

Bright red lips

They soaked in apple

Of my eye

Remembrance

Fluttering eyelid pictures

Flight of the vultures

 

Silly boy

He soars me to skies

His arms weak

Feathers torn

His mind with lies more than worn

Semblance of the soul

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Dope Noir – Waldeck

No One Here – Waldeck

Fallen Angel – Waldeck

Do you see?

Do you see?

23 January 2016

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Do you see

The falling memories

They build lakes

Steeped in blue

The hue of moonshine

She and I were two

 

Did you know

Inevitable

Red meets blue

Purple tunes

The fusion of the phoenix

Rising from ashes

 

Child in me

Picks up drawing ink

Squaring planes

Circles twined

Profusion of connections

Slits into the soul

 

You are blind

Like we were once deaf

Our worlds shut

Like tight breath

Exhaling from compressed lips

Landscapes of sorrow

 

The silence

Communication

All dead words

In white shroud

My dark shadows lost in cloud

Nine a mere number

 

In your mind

Your thoughts roam alone

Path of stone

Ropes for blind

Highways grey crumbs left behind

Bricks for the tender

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Trick or treat

Guessing overstayed

Underpaid

Time precious

Ticks sucking red drops of life

Amusement parks themes

 

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Dark playgrounds

I seldom choose black

Shapes curving

Circles full

Foot ventures not on dead track

Misplaced wanderings

 

Truth and lies

Tilting sceneries

Wilting rose

Doubts impose

Proximity’s timed playthings

Stuffed toys for musings

 

Bask in light

Revered distant star

Twinkle bright

Lost the fight

We honour your corpse buried

Six blue feet under

 

Thieves plunder

Jewels of your chest

Show and tell

Cast a spell

Between words plastered and song

The walls hearts arrest

 

Clock ticks talks

Language spelt or read

Hymns for dead

Clues for child

Imagination runs wild

My aim in clear head

 

Do you see

The wasted morrows

They sink ships

Hidden hues

Swarms of bees suckling pristine

Sprouting of my Blues

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Francesca Gagnon – Querer (Cirque du Soleil)

Una noche mas — Μία νύχτα ακόμα– YASMIN LEVY-LYRICS -Greek

Arno Elias -El corazon – Η καρδιά (greek subtitles)

The Cinematic Orchestra – Arrival of The Birds (432 hz)

Living in split worlds

Living in split worlds

3 September 2015

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I touched your cold face

On a bright summer morning

As the dewdrops fell

 

The Earth welcomed cool

Steaming with the hiss of light

Water fire sinks

 

The cold was your tears

As night’s wake had gifted these

To your marble skin

 

A sob rose in throat

For future lived in past tense

Where hearts would flutter

 

You and I then cried

The loss of what was to be

As neither moved moss

 

Growth is from cutting

Seedlings in another land

Must then be potted

 

I cut through an inch

We winced from the incision

And withdrew silent

 

Hand on your shoulder

Mortal experiences

Treachery of pain

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All senses fail me

A sixth came to the rescue

Enhancing your sight

 

Imaginary

Friends reproach me your essence

That they will feel not

 

You dwell in my mind

Your heart reaching through the space

In between photons

 

Mind said you were dead

Perhaps I am your widow

You painted me black

 

Milliseconds’ fleet

From one beam to the other

As I catch your depth

 

Coded in the words

Meaning of a mind spirals

Through a timeless void

  

Loophole carries me

Writhing spirit did battle

Fragmentation tires

 

Living in split worlds

My soul divides a fractal

Embedded in time

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Hai Dil Ye Mera – Arijit Singh

A day will soon come (Translation of Il viendra le jour)

A day will soon come

August 30, 2015

(Original french version here – Il viendra le jour )

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A distant call rings

Black echoes from beyond grave

Bring me back your blood

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Served bloody sausage

Of our dead future

Oh what rotten fruit

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Indigested dish

Brings back weary memories

From depths I had slain

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It I had reviled

Tasted it in weightlessness

Stealthily, hidden

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Heavy, disgusting

Sour-bitter of a dead past

An acid reflux

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Vomit your offal

Finally free my stomach

To digest other

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I would tear my skin

If it were to bear your stench

Make it new banner

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I will clamour loud

The withering of my sighs

Satirised in vain

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To live and then die

Of nature to wound myself

That in me slithers

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A life extinguished

I collected the ashes

And made a new shroud

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To die and then live

Did I have to use the if/saw (play on si – scie in the French version i.e. the if or the saw)

To cut everything

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A day will soon come

Where a beautiful bright void

Will cleanse my stomach

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Setting fire to the moon

Setting fire to the moon

21 December 2014

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While rose petals bloomed

Inky red trail of lovers

The sun set its course

How replenished will it glow?

Asked a bee of setting sun

The dusky shadows

Peeled off the edges of day

That haunted yet skies

Withered and wizened old man

Son of none, will you now die?

Moon carried the sun

Into a frozen night sky

As it died again

Did heavenly compromise

Seal fate of the fire ball?

Sun awakes from chill

Setting fire to the moon

Shakes off its dead skin

As day pierces into night

Will none renew without fight?

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