Crows invade my sight

Crows invade my sight

26 August 2018

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Dry pitiless cries

Resonating through my mind

Dull and hoarse voices

 

A glare in the eye

Beak a scavenger’s emblem

Robe mantle of dark

 

Merciless swirling

Cawing from morning till night

Crows invade my sight

 

Reading of the poem: 

Counting crows – Round Here

 

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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Courtesy Christian Schloe

 

“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

 

 

Nighttime Dress

Nighttime Dress

30 July 2016

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Carry three

Through the night’s mantle

The monsters

Dismantle

My cloak of everlasting

Neon light blasting

 

Dragons rise

Their wings a sunshade

For Gaia

Oblivious

She sunbathes as the suns burn

Centuries that turn

 

Cool me slow

Bring the humming low

Nighttime Dress

Moon caress

He watches her now undress

Speaker of the names

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Sow The Salt – Thomas Feiner & Steve Jansen

Many names – Thomas Feiner

Mesmerene – Thomas Feiner

Small satisfactions

Small satisfactions

29 February 2016

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Whispering

They invoke heartbeats

Laughter shines

Between sighs

Their hands draw the lows and highs

Each other’s confines

 

We are them

A glorious emblem

Of waking

In the love

Mantle of joy from above

Gracing our shoulders

 

Our smiles light

Lips exhaling slow

Broken days

Breath of nights

From times our jaws were set tight

Like life rope walker

 

Walls shudder

From growing fusion

Of bodies

You or me

The borders I cannot see

You end I begin

 

Then I end

Within your debut

Hushed fiat lux

When you grow

Fairy wings that I now sow

With my dying breath

 

Downtrodden

Small satisfactions

Console me

Like fingers

Brushing soft across my face

Wings of Angel’s grace

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Little things – Lotte Kestner

Wait for me – Lotte Kestner

Halo – Lotte Kestner

 

Become Love my Love

Become Love my Love

23 September 2015

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Shed the dark mantle

Embrace budding wilderness

Lose shimmering light

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Devoid of all doubt

In peace with the middle way

Desireless of fight

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Find reflections owned

Shine the Truth into their void

Be each way mastered

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Lose conflictions earned

Embrace the dark of their plight

Twine you unburdened

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Open your ribcage

Neither victim nor slayer

Walk in unity

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Impregnate my Heart

Seed me with our future Life

Become Love my Love

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Images courtesy Thomasz Alen Copera with some using George Redhawk animation techniques

Angels don’t walk Earth

Angels don’t walk Earth

28 July 2015

  

Evening expands

Its mantle shade for all souls

Some darkness, some light

 

The moon rises slow

In inky horizon stares

At my downcast face

 

A flutter nearby

Responding to twist in chest

Angels don’t walk Earth

 

Skies dark split open

Gathering essence of me

As it gushes forth

 

Night sleeps in my heart

That beats so slight to wane tunes

Ice cold and withered

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