The light spilling fast 24 March 2021
Cavernous shadows sight my eyes I follow dark inside A dialog between us overcomes cobwebs Thought expressed ringing through my head the message sits clumsy an attempt to understand meanings of half light Piercing ray resounding echo burning through retina the stratosphere now reckons the light spilling fast Reading of the poem:
Stive Morgan - Melancholy
The raven that flew
26 March 2020
Pray hearken
The raven that flew
Now anew
Yes anew
Will you reach into flowers
And grant us the dew?
Hark listen
The raven that flew
Yet it knew
Yes it knew
That you and I through hours
Was a tale so true
Now darkened
The raven that flew
T’was for two
So it blew
On the Sycamore treetop
It sat black and blue
Reading of the poem:
Nicki Parrott – I Will Wait For You
What was meant in skies
16 August 2017
Wayward steps
Take me through the rythms
Taut and learnt
Through message
Of teacher to the pupil
Wide eyed awe of new
Grant me holes
I will pierce through you
For lessons
To gush forth
Pupil and teacher awash
With nature’s lessons
Sing me ode
Engulf me darkness
Fray me stone
Lit alone
They practise tearing to hone
What was meant in skies
Reading of the poem:
Tower of Light – David Arkenstone
In the Promised Land
4 January 2017
Lend me hand
Harken to my rhyme
Pantomime
Quick to grime
Restless gimmicks sleek to mime
Twisted message brand
Love demand
Forbid murky slime
Sink the crime
Split the dime
From the forests mellow clime
The fruits of the hand
Fear disband
Within Sands of Time
Glowing thyme
Hearts that chime
Orchards growing neem and lime
In the promised land
Reading of the poem:
Lady of the Lake – Peter Sterling
The Sands of Time – Peter Sterling
Promised Land – Peter Sterling
The fools follow lies
1 January 2017
Undeterred
Blinded hatred herd
Pushing through
Wars of faith
Warlords faithless brink masters
Pushing to blisters
Consensus
A brief bleak respite
Nature’s call
Angels fall
Instincts of the animal
Woven in mammal
Prime life thoughts
Rhyme forget me nots
Prayers meek
Cathedrals
Art of taking to the peak
Mistakes that they seek
All is spent
Pennies and heaven
Pains in souls
Underwent
Momentary bridled lamp
The blind back to camp
Treasure map
Splitting in four squares
Hidden wolves
Prepare lairs
In the message look for ark
Brittle noise their bark
Orders tight
Like my bosom’s breath
Impending
Lifelike death
The wise point to the blue skies
The fools follow lies
Reading of the poem:
Warlords – Audiomachine
Wars of Faith – Audiomachine
When it all falls down – Audiomachine
Being Alive – Audiomachine
Unfinished Life – Audiomachine
Final Hope – Audiomachine
As He leads me Home
25 April 2016
Slippery steep slope
The past a sleek marble wall
For the lost to grope
Holding on to threads
Silken, embedded in cracks
No basis for fate
The future’s presents
Unseen by the blind of heart
Pennies on their eyes
See them walking dead
Their bosoms laden with stones
Of their precious kind
Garland of flowers
Withering from stressful times
Each their own cross borne
I dwell in the now
My feet open source of surge
Thunderbolt for skies
Electricity
Coursing through my seething hands
His message of love
Infinity calls
Within my chest the answer
As He leads me Home
Reading of the poem:
Crisis of Faith – Audiomachine
Path to Freedom – Audiomachine
Home Again – Audiomachine
Of Divine Union
10 March 2016
The dawn wakes
Your sleeping form’s sight
From corner
I perceive
You are the light of my eyes
Answer to prayers
Your message
It comes in layers
Successive
Messengers
Forsaken in them the might
They live in the love
All that is
Invented for you
Light giver
Moon lover
You who complete my blue shades
With ink of your heart
The world fades
In between flickers
Only you
Resplendent
Radiance of the core self
You call my lost name
I respond
With every fiber
You stir flames
Sunlit games
Every path leads to your frame
As you hide I seek
Predestined
To chant your glory
I weave love
And glitter
My heart in beats tells story
Of Divine Union
Reading of the poem:
Manmohana – Bela Shende
Through the filter
22 December 2015
What
Sorrow
For the soul
Whose being gets
The Divine blessings from the Source of all
Transmitting the message modulated
Through the filter
Of inward
Centered
Self
Take me to Church – Hozier cover
Deeper shades of Blues
4 December 2015
The outer world fades
Spinning into soft whispers
Mind into new hues
All the Earth in me
Crumbling into desert sands
Disappearing clues
Voices pale mirrors
Of forgotten faces’ names
The past paid its dues
Unfamiliar scents
Dilation of inner ways
Roads turned avenues
Avracadavra
Words piles of wayward bells’ chimes
Summoning Dark calls
The Undead rises
From the gates of Netherworld
Another bell tolls
Sweet cinnamon’s taste
Breath fragrant over rotting
Pestilence’s frame
Chaos brought upon
Winding steep pathways through sands
Message sorrow’s flame
A kiss from shadows
Queen of bees for King of flies
Requiem’s dance shoes
Beating at Temples
Upper levels’ near disgrace
Downtrodden the views
Burning embers speak
Cherished secrets woven lies
Ages of misuse
Rising from ashes
Lavender in oceans spun
Deeper shades of Blues
Two steps from Hell – False King
Two steps from Hell – White Witch
Legend – Dancing dress scene – Tangerine Dream
Two steps from Hell – Sons of War
Two steps from Hell – Ghost Brigades
Gravity propelled
7 November 2015
From bottomless pit
Between the red and the blue
He rose from split
I watched in stillness
As fires ignited core
Red and Blue then fused
I walk on Water
One foot set before Other
I walk on the sands
The crowd held me down
Thorny bushes they planted
As the fires burnt
Mother they confuse
This message you flow through me
With me messenger
I jumped through timeloop
The Grace of pulls and pushes
Gravity propelled
The lighthouse now gleamed
Twelve stars in the seven skies
Red lay within Blue
Diane Arkenstone – The Voice of the Sea
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