Within and without

Within and without

5 May 2017

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The dark shout

From wells of the doubt

End to flout

Thrash about

In beginnings star-fed stout

Within and without

 

Reading of the poem: 

Sins of a Solar Empire – Toma

Terraforming – Toma

This is the End of everything – Toma

One Day Superman – Toma

Two – Toma

In Perfect harmony – Toma

End of my Journey

End of my Journey

5 May 2017

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Brotherhood

Once raised to do good

Cloaked in hood

Wed the wood

Branded fellows cattle food

Goal misunderstood

 

The resolve

Of star bred absolve

Problems solve

Winds revolve

Magnitudes where they devolve

Humans to evolve

 

Destiny

Oracles that see

History

Law of Three

Wade in waters to the knee

End of my Journey

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Brotherhood – John Dreamer

Becoming a Legend – John Dreamer

True Strength – John Dreamer

Rise Extended – John Dreamer

It’s Time – John Dreamer

End of my Journey – John Dreamer

 

The Old Souls Chronicles 1: Lurch

The Old Souls Chronicles 1: Lurch

12 March 2017

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He coughed and the blood brimmed at his lips. He was having a bad time hiding it today. Looking around warily he took his handkerchief out and slowly wiped the sides of his lips. He gazed at the stained kerchief and wondered whether someone would notice it before he could get rid of it. Rolling it into a small ball, he held it within his fist and slowly headed towards the crowd in front of the restaurant. This was the only place they were giving free meals in the neighbourhood and he did not want to miss the meal of the day.

 

When he reached the crowd, they parted slowly giving him space to move closer to the restaurant’s door. It was the usage when someone older joined the crowd and he realised that they were all much younger than him, newcomers. Only a couple of older men and women were now in front of him blocking the entrance to the restaurant. Nobody was really hungry from the look of it but they all were looking forward to the prospect of having an actual meal. Processing air for energy was enough to live on but some missed the old times when you could actually chew something and feel its warmth in your belly. The newcomers only came for the high and the laughs. They found it very funny to try getting energy the old way that their parents spoke about.

 

The passage to the restaurant slowly cleared up and he made his way to the counter. They were serving simili chicken broth as no animals were killed anymore. It was made of vegetables and a special DNA replicating mushroom that replicated the cells and therefore taste of whatever animal was on the menu. It was just a sort of wink to the old timers and their meat-eating days and a way of allowing them to have their preferences without hurting any living being on Gaia.

 

He took the bowl of broth and walked to an unoccupied high chair proceeding to eat hungrily. Realising that some people had started staring, he checked himself to appear less hungry and ate a little less eagerly. It would not sit well with the onlookers if they realised he was actually relying on the meal and not on the air transformation for his energy intake. The warmth of the broth consoled and placated him but it also stirred the fluttering. His chest heaved and he coughed again but this time a bit harder and a bit longer. His body lurched forward mouth spitting forth several bright red spots across his table and on the floor. His immediate neighbours retreated in panic moving swiftly away from him and the ones further away curled up their noses and mouths in disgust.

 

He realised there was no point concealing anymore and put the handkerchief to his lips dabbing them to wipe away the blood. There was a buzz around him and he realised they had called in the health squad. Two of them came towards him. Mr. Ricini said one of them softly. Yes, he answered realizing there was no point lying as they could sense his identity. We are sorry you are experiencing this and can help you put an end to it, pursued the soft-tongued health officer, Aron. I don’t want to put an end to it he said, I want to die. All the onlookers shrank back in surprise and disgust at the notion that someone would actively want to die. The officers looked at each other and then back at him. You cannot do that here Sir, said the other health officer.

 

Suddenly, the meaninglessness and abjection of it all hit him and he felt desolate as their wills pressed against his but he fought back. He was frantic to keep his own desire now that he had expressed it in open space. He laughed and the cough got worse. He stiffened and then suddenly lurched forward mouth spilling blood…

 

Mirror – Lil Wayne ft Bruno Mars

 

 

 

Within Grace

Within Grace

4 March 2016

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Bound by oath

Made in code and blood

Knights will join

Tooth and loin

Though it is the mighty Queen

Who leads King’s battle

 

Salt for Toth

Sugar for the bees

I pray strong

Though on knees

My sight restored to Unseen

A snake with rattle

 

Heart in peace

Discovering wills

I float through

Noah’s ark

It rekindles in me spark

Of destiny’s spear

 

We lead crowd

Bonded in fever

They shout loud

Voices hoarse

Blind eyes decoding the Morse

As I type haggard

 

We strip folds

From unseeing eyes

Waking up

Seeing lies

They discover land of Oz

Broken the wizard

 

The King walks

His pace a slow move

While the Queen

Unhindered

Flies high through the battle cries

Sacrifice her groove

 

Openings

Entrenched in our souls

They beckon

To the grapes

High above the wilting shapes

Of trees in the wind

 

Holocaust

Burning apple trees

Violins

Aching wood

Empty stomachs yearning food

Beating above dins

 

Dance to beat

Live die and repeat

Past blunders

Wane thunders

Warning chimes as thief plunders

Plucking from bosoms

 

Hearts turn cold

This was not the fate

We wrote once

With bright pens

The worthy cooped up in dens

Waiting for lions

 

Blue craters

They await the sane

Lost haters

Smothered dust

Dissolves into fading rust

Of forgotten steel

 

She will come

From bowels of Earth

She ignites

My hands gifts

Blue heart throbbing as she lifts

My frame into skies

 

I am two

Between me and you

I hover

Within Grace

She turns towards me her face

Sunken eyes teardrops

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Window to your soul – Delerium

Dark Star – Delerium

Koran – Delerium

Silence – Delerium

Fallen – Delerium

Flatlands – Delerium