Keeper of my Light

Keeper of my Light

23 November 2016

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Stealth dancing

Your shadow on mine

The twirl slow

The breath low

Abated sunken in teeth

Touch diffusing heat

 

Grasp my arm

Fend off from me harm

The days yarn

Needles work

Into my heart as they smirk

Un-assorted pairs

 

The eye stares

Into my bosom

The head spares

Grow me hairs

Of whiter melancholy

Love’s monopoly

 

Brittle game

The players like darts

Launching pad

Wicked fad

Flame thrower sprucing the ends

Hate makes no amends

 

In love’s sight

We sighed like children

Hiding toy

Breathing joy

Theft of innocence galore

Pile me more to store

 

Move the whim

From my bleeding shore

Bury dark

From the bright

Swirl out of my mind’s delight

Keeper of my light

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Tango Sentimientos – Tango Project

Woman on the Top

Woman on the Top

27 August 2016

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Salvation

Your empty wordings

Flowing free

Withered tree

Unwatered by your limp hand

A mouth to demand

 

Damnation

Your hatred coursing

Black rivers

Bring shivers

Brethren replicate the quakes

Judges make mistakes

 

Innocence

A burning willow

Nooses flow

Like the waves

Your mountains’ glory but caves

Sheltering the knaves

 

Complacence

Congratulate self

Twisted doll

Tightly knit

Into clothes that barely fit

Reintegrates shelf

 

Conduction

My nerves leading way

From decay

To dismay

Prosecuting intention

Witnesses galore

 

Eruption

My fiery breath

Heated frame

Sorry lame

I will not stretch below tame

Woman on the Top

 

Reading of the poem: 

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The Eternal Return – Irfan

Monsalvato – Irfan

Peregrinatio – Irfan

 

O Lune de mes nuits blanches / O Moon of my sleepless nights

O Lune de mes nuits blanches

(Poème écrit sous forme de Sonnet Occitan traduit en anglais ci-dessous ou ici)

19 juin 2016

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La chaleur du désert n’empêche froid dans le Cœur

Du temps de l’innocence je garde instants fraîcheur

De courses dans les prés verts avant temps de rancœur

Quand acte déliquescence engendra fruit d’aigreur

 

Une chanson de Prévert ranime en moi clameur

Du temps de l’insouciance le long d’années bonheur

Chantant à cœur ouvert je recueille les pleurs

De mille nuits d’existence de vies rouges comme des fleurs

 

O Lune de mes nuits blanches dans tes robes argentées

Vois-tu les traces mortelles de nos ébats blessés ?

J’ai la mémoire qui flanche de trop d’âmes arpentées

 

Les vies lasses s’amoncellent en des remparts dressés

Echafaud où l’on tranche les cous aux lignes bleutées

Marées mortes ritournelles pour des devins pressés

 

Lecture du poème: 

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O Moon of my sleepless nights

(Translation into English of the Occitan Sonnet written in French. See original above or here)

19 June 2016

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The desert heat prevents not cold in the Heart

From a Time of innocence, I keep fresh instants

Of running in green meadows before rancour time

When deliquescence act begat fruit of sourness

 

A song of Prévert revives in me outcry

Of an untroubled Time alongside years of happiness

Singing open-hearted I collect the tears

Of thousand nights of existence of lives red like flowers

 

O Moon of my sleepless nights in your silvery dresses

Do you see the deadly traces of our wounded lovemaking?

My memory fails me from too many souls travelled

 

The tired lives are stacking up in upright walls prepared

Scaffold where one slices the necks with the bluish lines

Dead Tides chorus for hurried soothsayers

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Sois tranquille – Emmanuel Moiré

Sans dire un mot – Emmanuel Moiré

Beau malheur – Emmanuel Moiré

The spiraling flights right into the sky

The spiraling flights right into the sky

(original form of 15^th century rondeau cinquain)

19 April 2016

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The spiraling flights right into the sky

The wuthering heights, the children that fly

The sweltering rain, the dark clouds that weep

The simmering pain, the angels that keep

Farewell into lights the soul that flies high

 

The thunderous nights of hearts that deny

The weakening plights of stories that try

The innocence slain downward paths too steep

The spiraling flights right into the sky

The wuthering heights, the children that fly

The sweltering rain, the dark clouds that weep

 

The unearthly sights of the Gods that cry

The unwritten rights the rumbling outcry

The darkening stain of the flows that seep

The memories that wane though stirrings run deep

Dry foreboding writes the shrill and the wry

 

The spiraling flights right into the sky

The wuthering heights, the children that fly

The sweltering rain, the dark clouds that weep

The simmering pain, the angels that keep

Farewell into lights the soul that flies high

 

Reading of the poem: 

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The spiraling flights

Modern form of the rondeau (15 lines with “Rentrement” at 9^th and 15^th lines)

19 April 2016

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The spiraling flights right into the sky

The wuthering heights, the children that fly

The sweltering rain, the dark clouds that weep

The simmering pain, the angels that keep

Farewell into lights the soul that flies high

 

The thunderous nights of hearts that deny

The weakening plights of stories that try

The innocence slain downward paths too steep

The spiraling flights

 

The unearthly sights of the Gods that cry

The unwritten rights the rumbling outcry

The darkening stain of the flows that seep

The memories that wane though stirrings run deep

Dry foreboding writes the shrill and the wry

The spiraling flights

 

Reading of the poem: 

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The pain of separation (The longing)

Only Breath – Rumi

The Longing – The Truth of the friend, Rumi

Writing Neverland

Writing Neverland

30 December 2015

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I will walk alone

Through moonlit pathways to stones

Where snow will bear fruit

 

Fruit will taste bitter

As honey and dewdrops wane

In winter’s chilled hearth

 

Frozen blueberries

Rasp berries upon my frame

While wood clasps chimneys

 

Thawing tongue will cut

Within mind stories of flame

That ash blew to winds

 

Woodcutters did thrive

The age of innocence spent

Wicker braids weaker

 

Icicles dangle

Inner pails warm bellies flow

Gushing winterland

 

Broken red bangle

Shards of glass in my fingers

Writing Neverland

 

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Of The Wand And The Moon – Watch The Skyline Catch Fire

I died yesterday

I died yesterday

9 November 2015

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She sacred victim

Not to death but more to life

I died yesterday

 

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The Heart the mind churned

Eating from the humblest Pie

Learn to Square Circle

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Twenty three my roots

As the atoms with the breath

Cross rays to dissolve

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Dynamics of Love

Unstable equilibrium

Above Delta spin

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Sacred was the dance

Within skin circumference

Lead the light-filled rays

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Essence now free me

Staircase counts end of Heartpath

Metatron’s dark side

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Infinity’s fumes

Took stillness to Twenty-two

Through moonlight’s chamber

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Dark I was widow

I flowed as tomorrow’s bride

I died yesterday

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Heart grieved seven years

The underdogs’ power surged

Resistance in Ohm

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I chanted behind

Four more arrows’ golden sphere

Little bones’ white noise

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Pink sphere’s future veil

Backward source in sonic wall

Pink circles my trails

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Suicide sheep now shift

Trancescape’s aqua forest fog

Cast away reeds’ sparks

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Of dancing feathers

Waves crack opening heartpath

North stillness in storm

.

Maya dying swan

How graceful your fluttering

Sinusoidal

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Electricity

Shift in downward frequencies

I died yesterday

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Sixty one in grace

Three stages of innocence

As sixteen turns wise

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Opening the shaft

Electricity simmers

Yellow in the red

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The kraken approached

Land of nevermore dissolved

In Eye of Monster

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I like Mother quaked

Our bones in poles now shifted

To bluest graveyards

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As the chants now hummed

I lived in the bloodied flood

Red was my garment

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They sprinkled waters

Led bees to our choicest source

Red rose gives honey

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Perhaps another

She offered me a new chance

I died yesterday

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Now with all consumed

In Heart only renewal

I live on Today

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Dorothy Meets The Tinman (The Wizard of Oz 1939)

Gurdjieff Sacred Dance – Ho Yah

Rumi Poem, Iranian Music and Divine Dance

Darkside – Metatron (Music Video)

Darkside – Heart

Darkside (Psychic) – Golden Arrow

Etherwood – Cast Away

Maya Plisetskaya, age 61, dances Dying Swan

Hans Zimmer – Duduk Of The North

Hans Zimmer – The Kraken

Hans Zimmer – Aurora

Hans Zimmer – Injection