Anything at All

Anything at All

13 January 2017

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Judges Dread

The aligned Misfits

They cloaked Earth

From within

Mantle pieces of darkness

Hung below portraits

 

In pour traits

Waters reflection

The joke lost

April’s fools

We sent them back to the schools

Remembering Time

 

You got trend

Of my misread words

Blinded herds

Miscarried birds

Do I even have to Say

Anything at All?

 

Reading of the Poem: 

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“Nothing has to happen. It can just be. Like it was before you got there. It was just being and then you showed up and said, “It’s happening.” But you never saw the time before. Because you were somewhere else. You were there because things were happening. Just show up. That is all you need to do. Show up. It will happen.”

Nothing has to Happen – Hungry Ghosts

A Joke’s a Joke – Hungry Ghosts

Three Sisters – Hungry Ghosts

 

 

Ring of secrets break

Ring of secrets break

1 January 2017

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In nation

Imagination

A wild guess

To confess

The beauty of age will bless

The brave stand duress

 

The jesters

Of court that festers

Judges fools

Invalid rules

Time to go back to old schools

Reinvented tools

 

She then spake

Lady of the Lake

Tis the child

She said mild

For all nations now grow wild

Ring of secrets break

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Ring of Secrets – Audiomachine

Lady in the Water – Audiomachine

Visions of Utopia – Audiomachine

Sinner’s Prayer – Audiomachine

Souls in Waiting – Audiomachine

Miserere Nobis – Audiomachine

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