Lest you live as I would die

Lest you live as I would die

12 March 2016

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Hold the door

Its old hinges creak

Of lost time

They dare speak

Of slow walks in the moonlight

Of hope cloaked in sight

 

Hold the door

It tries to snap shut

Locking hurt

Deep within

Crushing rose petals that bloom

When sunlight drizzles

 

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Hold the door

It closes in tight

Reducing

Space of love

The chest caves in under might

Pressure of sorrow

 

Hold the door

It cuts through answers

To Questions

Lost inking

Connection’s tendrils sinking

Communication

 

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Hold the door

It would allow us

To glimpse light

Sea beyond

The nature of you and me

Sketched in wilderness

 

Hold the door

It is like coffin

Embalming

Pervading

Lest you live as I would die

Motionless, empty

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Come Heavy Sleep – John Dowland (Steven Rickards, counter-tenor Dorothy Linell, lute)

In darkness let me dwell – John Dowland (Andreas Scholl)

Flow my tears – John Dowland (Valeria Mignaco, soprano, Alfonso Marin Lute)

I saw my lady weep – John Dowland (Andreas Scholl)

In Darkness let me Dwell – John Dowland (Ellen Hargis, soprano; Jacob Heringman, lute; Mary Springfels, viol)

Come again – John Dowland (Paul Agnew, tenor, Christoper Wilson, Lute)

Weep you no more, sad fountains – John Dowland (Anne Sofie von Otter, mezzo-soprano, Jakob Lindberg, lute)

 

Morrows in the Sun

Morrows in the Sun

2 February 2016

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You cast stones

Forgetting ripples

Your mind hard

Tired bones

Every hurt that you discard

Builds a waning castle

 

You can live

You can also die

In between

Nothingness

Even in shadows of Spain

Stories will be told

 

All we see

Dreamtime’s harmony

Oft disturbed

By dark thoughts

Night mares mere taunts in flashes

Of hooves beating sand

 

We will reign

The scars of the past

Into love

Forgiveness

She is deep like the marshes

Bordering mind’s land

 

We hold high

The hopes of our hearts

Yet we flaunt

Shields of tin

We forego the love for taunt

Smarting soul within

 

Crushed dreams

Give but few breadcrumbs

Trails gone cold

Eaten hearts

Oh the wincing how it smarts

When the heart grows old

 

I restore

The blackbird with blue

Fingers locked

Brush ablaze

Breathing out a love so true

Your face in a haze

 

All the lies

Now they’re washed away

Naked stand

With your love

Your blue heart battlefields’ death

Yet the surging bliss

 

Do you feel

The morrows have come

Creeping slow

Yellow glow

Collecting wild daffodils

Resonating thrills

 

You sink deep

Feathered rainbows splash

Across you

Coloured hue

Your body an artist’s dream

The gleam of moonbeam

 

They come fast

The morrows that last

You’re sinking

Heart blinking

Red SOS love’s inking

Splattered in your mind

 

Remember

Morrows in the Sun

When dark calls

And love weeps

Between our bodies it seeps

Glory to be whole

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Inside her – Evi Vine

 

 

Of mice and dices

Of mice and dices

9 December 2015

 

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My toes in the sand

Chipped irregular paintings

Edges’ adornments

 

Colourless waters

Whisking away solid grounds

I stand through nowhere

 

The sea comes to die

On sinking sand that withstands

My frame as I lie

 

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Down crashes the moon

Picture perfect of night fall

Under rising sun

 

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The waves roared thunderous

Upon wild decaying shores

Swept dark moonlight’s blue

 

Winter’s rain beckoned

Fleeting recognition’s wink

Seasons bear their tides

 

I rose up to ends

Stammered stories, chattered pains

Of mice and dices

 

 

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Howards End sequence analysis clip

Howard’s End Trailer

May 9, 2015 Bluebells in Sussex

Yellow Sunflower

Yellow Sunflower
31 October 2015

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Yellow Sunflower
Always turns towards the sun
When it scorches most

It is the nature
Of flowers that draw on sun
To set it ablaze

Sunflowers retain
Through dazzling yellow pitch black
That draws in sun’s rays

Even sun must die
Small deaths over horizon
But rise shine again

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A World of Magic

A World of Magic

4 September 2015

Courtesy Jean-Luc in5d.com

.

Straighten the measure

Music will fall soft from lips

Absurd no one quips

.

Pull the greying hood

Red long since went riding home

Flowers picked never

.

Tug a piece of war

Illusions will loosen faiths

And all in between

.

Tell and show in jar

I will grant my secrets too

Till chest is empty

.

Treasures you take home

We wove all as we spun love

I watched you coming

.

In desert I roam

Your face behind these eyelids

My only compass

.

Gift me your music

I will show you road to stars

That dance beneath skies

.

A World of Magic

Sheltered in my open palms

By your shielding hand

.

Courtesy Jean-Luc in5d.com

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

.

Served bloody sausage

Of our dead future

Oh what rotten fruit

.

Indigested dish

Brings back weary memories

From depths I had slain

.

It I had reviled

Tasted it in weightlessness

Stealthily, hidden

.

Heavy, disgusting

Sour-bitter of a dead past

An acid reflux

.

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

.

I will clamour loud

The withering of my sighs

Satirised in vain

.

To live and then die

Of nature to wound myself

That in me slithers

.

A life extinguished

I collected the ashes

And made a new shroud

.

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

.

A day will soon come

Where a beautiful bright void

Will cleanse my stomach

.

This empty room without you

This empty room without you

18 August 2015

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Every time you leave

Eye witnesses eclipses

As sun covers you

 

Morning birds cry shrill

From sorrow of your absence

As night dies silent

 

I twirl the needles

Time will hasten by my will

We will meet again

 

Brief moments through day

Confused storm of the senses

Reliving rapture

 

I wither in it

This empty room without you

Where our joys burst flames

 

Should I stop the Sun

Shield the moon from its day wrath

That you may lay here?

 

Softly soothing talk

Your lips kiss away the pain

“I have never gone!”

 

Absent no longer

You are now a part of me

I will reach within

 

Courtesy twirlit.com from the movie Ghost

Fabrizio Paterlini – Empty Room