What I see now dies

What I see now dies

7 January 2017

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Words spilling

Through intent killing

She takes me

Cherished tree

Withered hearts that beg in plea

Washed in random sea

 

They walk out

Shadows tall and stout

Souls that winced

Intent rinsed

Rising red from meat that’s minced

Mind no heart convinced

 

Moons follow

Heartbeats to hollow

Willow’s seed

Murky weed

Choices made on brink of speed

We retain soft reed

 

Save me sight

Hush the renewed plight

Blinding stare

Whining glare

Flight in seconds we were there

Living in nightmare

 

Grinding blast

Dissolution fast

Wink you’re gone

On the lawn

Brittle pieces once upon

A lifeline now torn

 

They crawl slow

Shadows through the flow

Mend my eyes

Feed me lies

I once looked upon the skies

What I see now dies

 

Reading of the poem:  

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The Sound of Silence – Pat Metheny

Minuano – Pat Metheny

Last Train Home – Pat Metheny

To the End of the World – Pat Metheny

The Truth will Always Be – Pat Metheny

Always and Forever – Pat Metheny

 

Weavers in dungeons

Weavers in dungeons

16 May 2016

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Crawling Earth

Heavenly nature

Wasted flight

Burnt candle

Amorphous remnants of light

Hybrid beings roam

 

Scorching rays

A prison so bright

Morning sun

Shunned glory

The rebels face fate gory

Beads of consequence

 

The hand counts

Remainders of days

Centuries

Fly in hours

Counting the traces of scars

From wings’ extraction

 

Monster park

Theme of a nightmare

Creepers seed

With tight veins

Thickening branches restrain

Every free movement

 

Running still

Mouth a gaping hole

Motionless

Screaming void

Face of expressions devoid

Legions of stillness

 

Eerie lights

Decorate their frames

Forgotten

Ancient names

Lie in books to raise them free

Weavers in dungeons

 

Reading of the poem: 

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The offering – Shaman’s Harvest

Dragonfly – Shaman’s Harvest

In chains – Shaman’s Harvest

 

I have a nightmare

I have a nightmare

14 March 2016

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I still feel

Touch of summer breeze

It held me

In rapture

As my heart you then captured

Under spells of fate

 

You and I

Made from the same thread

You spun lies

I spun truth

In between there were tangles

Where we smoothed angles

 

Brief instant

Concentric circles

Lapped at squares

No split hairs

Overcoming all hurdles

Geometries matched

 

You in me

Within dreamtime’s realm

Ecstatic

Lost magic

You the captain at my helm

Guided me to port

 

Safe Haven

Memories of green

I spoke Love

You mistake

We never own what we take

Over the free will

 

I still freeze

I have a nightmare

Where the breeze

Talks to us

Persuades me to let go

I never say no

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Ruhe – Schiller