Cutting through Slices

Cutting through Slices

15 June 2017

 

Shifting node

In the mind’s spaces

Thought races

Embraces

Strings of unwoven laces

End the start faces

 

Star studded

Nights of never more

They whisper

Through Lisper

The thoughts becoming crisper

In sounds we thudded

 

Hovercraft

Through the mind we craft

Two by two

We go through

The door that heart entices

Cutting through Slices

 

Reading of the poem: 

Instrumental – Aye Malik Tere Bande Hum (Flute, Sitar & Santoor)

Instrumental – Megha Chayee Aadhi Raat (Sitar, Santoor & Flute)

Chandan Sa Badan Chanchal Chitwan (Sitar, Flute & Santoor)

Breaking beautiful

Breaking beautiful

22 July 2016

Courtesy wallpaperup.com

 

Plenty lack

Land of abundance

Growling call

Heads that fall

Watching the morrows rewind

Into lost stardom

 

Pacing free

Tangled black spiders

In webs three

Upon knee

I beseech the spinning wheels

Harrowing the reels

 

Eggshells crack

Breaking beautiful

Layers ooze

Ozone’s scar

We retrieve what we now are

Beyond the faces

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Beautiful Ones – Poets of the Fall

 

Our traces

Our traces

20 May 2016

Courtesy Karol Bak on pinterest.com

 

The battle

Against hopelessness

Repeated

Endlessly

Within the soul restlessness

Killer of the dreams

 

The days fly

Repeated measures

The pace slow

Hesitant

Walking behind lost treasures

Our selves a shadow

 

We are lost

Cast in wilderness

Our traces

Running roots

Within futures’ past faces

Faded memories

 

Reading of the poem: 

Daydreams – Abel Korzeniowski

Artistic collaboration

1 February 2016

Painting again using oils but this time with my daughter, a beautiful experience!

So proud to see her painting is so much nicer than mine with all the beautiful flowers.

 

She advised me to add more flowers to my half of the painting as I had only put a few on her insistence and as it is an oil painting I might just do that this weekend.

 

What a lovely and enjoyable experience 😀

 

My chevalet is an improvised one as I gave mine to my daughter

 

Waters in rivers

Waters in rivers

26 January 2016

Remember

The lazy sunshine

Uncovered

Discovered

Our creased and tired bodies

That night had stitched tight

 

We withdrew

Chasing the slumber

Your neck firm

Nose in crooks

Of those times I could write books

Tantalising flights

 

Inside you

Lemon and honey

The bees clung

The flies cried

Upon your shirt my tears dried

Summer was blazing

 

Winter came

It skipped autumn’s leaves

Fast hurtled

Blood curdled

The scream never left my lips

Smothered in silence

 

 

Outside Blue

Scent of jam wasted

Blueberries

Mossy bread

Knives tearing inside my head

Remains of dried fruit

 

Apple pie

Clammy like a lie

Stuffed throat

Faces gloat

The love is not for keeping

Like us you’re weeping

 

I dive lone

Into bleak memories

The lakes blue

The sun high

The heart brimming in a sigh

Plunge in Neverland

 

Forgotten

The path to surface

Oxygen

Rarefied

From everything the Heart shied

Tray gold food rotten

 

Within dreams

My toe meets your knee

Shivering

Stolen touch

Alas memories how they flee

With my sight waking

 

I stand still

The birds now chirp low

Their beaks keen

Hues unseen

Colours fuse on window sill

The glass a blue wall

 

They fly free

While I turn my back

Underage

By design

Running still on the same track

In childhood I whine

 

Bring me now

To this grown body

Dried raisins

Await me

You and I a haunted ghost

Abyss clothed in skins

 

Courtesy jellyfields.com

 

She timeless

Runs through the forests

Laughter bright

Hooded night

A shield from morrows

Binds her to your corpse

 

Suddenly

You cut the ropes loose

Hanging hard

Clinging on

The loose ends ring emptily

The feelings now dawn

 

Bittersweet

Threads of silk flutter

You are gone

The clouds fall

Crashing on Earth they are born

Waters in rivers

 

Now I live

Unseeing eye strays

Blank stares freeze

Warm Heart thaws

There are reasons to forgive

I find many ways

 

Reading of the poem: 

 

 

Gifs respectively courtesy goodreads.com, matthiaswyler.ch and Micael Reynaud on dailymail.co.uk

Outside your world – Arcana

Lost in Time – Arcana

Serenity – Arcana

A choir of Angels

Broken memories my staff

Broken memories my staff

7 December 2015

 

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I walk in yonder valleys of shadow and doubt

I never really knew what life was all about

Though my lips I puckered, have learnt to purse and pout

And sing unrestrained to the tune of Schubert’s Trout

 

 

For I now embark lonesome on life’s last ferry

Looking I know, all around, within, seems dreary

I force laugh, conjuring up moments so merry

Face freezes, I realize my heart’s too weary

 

 

Through fading and withered faces I walk alone

Through the shadows and the pleasures that once had shone

Bright light, right unto my eyes, brought my lips a moan

Alas, it is all gone now, is my heart of stone?

 

 

I walk and I walk, I walk an endless journey

Through unrelenting ashen faces once creamy

Towards a dull future for which I hold no key

Sluggish and haggard steps mistaken for dreamy

 

 

Courtesy imgarcade.com

 

I walk through morrows

Broken memories my staff

In lone shadowland

 

 

 

 

Spente le Stelle – Emma Shapplin

Memories – Within Temptation

 

 

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A Tale of wincing virtues

A Tale of wincing virtues

5 December 2015

 

Courtesy gifs.alphacodes.com

 

 

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

 

Courtesy cosmopolitain.co.uk

 

 

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

 

 

Courtesy gifs.alphacodes.com

 

 

Boulevard of Broken Dreams – Greenday

I walk Alone – Tarja Tarunen

 

 

Jerusalem’s lost Ark wind

Jerusalem’s lost Ark wind

16 November 2015

Courtesy Thomasz Alen Copera

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Swollen Polygon

My Heart shaped Geometry

On which side to draw

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Numbers dance hidden

Chance law of art’s memory

Fear outcome curse fades

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Loved ones’ blood flesh tears

Angry steel violence clinch

Evening rain, fragile fall

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Women dancing star

Wash sadness from soldiers’ eyes

Stone faces missing

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Invisible ones

Scream loud, torture unsaid sing

Own freedom bitter

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Courtesy noize on deviantart.com

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Dead dance supports graves

Mother dancing wages joy

Foreign laugh anguish

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Courtesy yamdallah.blogspot.com

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Humble Pi curve Arc

Kingdoms cover in bell shape

Secluded valleys

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Protect victories

King’s vanity broken works

Lost ancient city

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Build Ocean’s Rainbows

Jerusalem’s lost Ark wind

April’s histories

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Moon ruins footstep

Dried ambition dust prison

Desert life over

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Stop man’s Dominions

Love fall’s million stars

Distant planet’s fog

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Courtesy yangtianli on deviantart.com

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Shape of my Heart – Sting

Fragile – Sting

They Dance Alone – Sting

Lost without You – Sting