Sums of nothingness

Sums of nothingness

26 August 2018

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They flew in bosom

Starry eyed children from home

Otherworldly trace

 

Mother stilled my heart

Creepers exhaled wilderness

Petals hung in air

 

Old garlands crumbled

Yesterday’s gods lived no more

Peace an outsider

 

Carved doors stayed ajar

Valleys and hills relayed height

Journeys dispelled fear

 

Moonbeams carried sight

Into the night I rode lone

Withered traces swept

 

Retracing mindscape

Counting footsteps I gathered

Sums of nothingness

 

Reading of the poem: 

Here without You – 3 Doors Down

 

 

The Edge of the Light

The Edge of the Light

24 June 2018

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There is dark

On the road to Home

It revives

Surprises

When we feel that we’re alone

It cloaks us like ink

 

We reach brink

Of our own limits

Fortune tells

Unheard Tales

The faithless the self impales

Carry no crosses

 

Heartbeats still

Raging fires cease

The disease

Self made ache

We commit the same mistake

Over and over

 

Withered eyes

Seek out the lanterns

Look outside

Not inside

Curtains ruffle as they slide

Concealing outcomes

 

The Light shines

I hold it within

Starry skies

Breath that cries

Outreach of my inner depths

When the will wavers

 

Seek the star

When the night is dark

Like a spark

It will guide

Know that in darkness you ride

The Edge of the Light

 

Reading of the poem:

Shine a Light – Banners

 

« When you come to the edge of all of the light you’ve known and are about to drop off into the darkness of the unknown, faith is knowing one of two things will happen. You’ll have something solid to stand on or you’ll be taught to fly » Patrick Overton

 

Do you hear me now ?

Do you hear me now ?

24 June 2018

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Wasted memories

Withered jasmine flowers cast

A pathway to home

 

Lilies in the pond

Roots swaying under water

Beckoning to stems

 

Yesterday’s trials

Reaching the otherworldly

Luminescent talks

 

Edge of sanity

Hovering in between worlds

Seeing the unseen

 

Ghost whispers in me

Beseeching wandering thoughts

A silent prayer

 

Sheltered happenings

Breathing into the ether

Do you hear me now ?

 

Reading of the poem: 

Adiyogi: The Source of Yoga – Original Music Video ft. Kailash Kher & Prasoon Joshi

It rained in my Heart

It rained in my Heart

15 March 2018

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Desert skies looming

Grey landscapes of dust and toil

Sun’s pallor lasted

 

Butterflies hung low

Paper birds flirted with winds

Sands wasted on skin

 

Trees shriveled in sight

Limp grass a patchwork of gloom

Green a memory

 

Stillness at peak point

Air absent in atmosphere

Windmills in the mind

 

Whisper from lost Home

Scent of jasmine in the air

Ray pierced into Grey

 

Skies broke into blue

Keen thoughts stirred within my soul

It rained in my Heart

 

Reading of the poem: 

Six Hours – Abel Korzeniowski

In upward movement

In upward movement

20 May 2017

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Churn my wheels

Spin through my mindscapes

They translate

Change to come

Rotation a spin of Times

Creating with rhymes

 

Read through me

The books forgotten

Treasure hunt

Ill-gotten

Gold an alchemist’s project

A dream to reject

 

Morph me slow

Pictured yesterday

When we lay

In warm hay

Looking at twin suns that rose

New old to depose

 

Ring in me

Bell of home coming

When we speak

In drumming

Beats of the hearts that will learn

What in soul we yearn

 

Breathe through me

Void of the living

When we gave

Forgiving

The random web of deceit

Our soul free complete

 

Break in me

The downward spiral

When the wake

Feels viral

The morrows lead denouement

In upward movement

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Taro – Alt-J

Matilda – Alt-J

Dissolve Me – Alt-J

Tainted veils that fall

Tainted veils that fall

22 – 23 July 2016

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Blue shadows

Overarching reach

Into mind

Wind patterns

Blowing with the Heart that yearns

For tomorrow’s seed

 

Foreign breed

We are from the stars

Dust of space

Silken trace

Flowing from infinite dams

Waters of dreamland

 

Overflow

Spinning into soul

Threaded streams

Made of dreams

Pulsating within the Eye

Gathered momentum

 

Curtains split

Inner feelings stir

Mind retreats

The door slams

Hushed countenance repealing

The call of doorways

 

Mirrored fins

Remnants of the tale

Echoed voice

Call of whale

Replicating ancestors

Calling through pitch black

 

Souls recall

Meanings of somewhere

A lost home

Forgotten

Discarding sheen now rotten

Tainted veils that fall

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Fly Over Me, The Approach and Vibrations  – Sequentia Legenda

Au revoir – Sequentia Legenda

Somewhere – Sequentia Legenda

 

Not at Home

Not at Home

14 May 2016

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The garden

Withers from the sun

It once breathed

Shining bright

The same rays give life and death

All is in dosage

 

Drop by drop

Even venom cures

Plastic face

Renews grace

Through the effect of poison

Coursing through its lines

 

Drip by drip

The blood exchanges

Old for new

They were few

Now they scurry throughout Earth

Ants in royal hills

 

Pulse by pulse

We measure other

The heartbeat

A keen drum

Of all the feelings the sum

Muffled nothingness

 

Pace by pace

I gain momentum

Consistence

The tedium

Daily inching towards hope

While this Earth I roam

 

Not at home

Lost in wilderness

Green ivy

Enchains me

Into thickest of the fear

As I look for keys

 

Not at home

The padlock still creaks

Though I oil

Its hinges

Stealing myself through thin holes

For a glance at home

 

Soul cringes

Upon the return

The elders

They make way

Brash generations today

Their young mind wavers

 

Not at home

No lessons are learnt

Amnesia

The only tool

I chase my tail like a fool

Humourless plaything

 

Not at home

Invisible dome

Compresses

Suppresses

The eyes in all Cypresses

Giant lookout post

 

Reading of the poem:  cypresses pali-shop com Two Cypresses by Vincent Van Gogh

Sunny Road – Emiliana Torrini

Tookah – Emiliana Torrini

Baby Blue – Emiliana Torrini