In my dreams

In my dreams

1 January 2018

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Changing sides

Black pawns in castle

Game hustle

Eyes sizzle

Stakes making my neck bristle

Hand on back that glides

 

Partner hides

Aces in the pack

Bring me back

Nerves that rack

Quest for needle in haystack

Lost with thread that slides

 

Careless rides

To edge of morrows

Puppet screams

In my dreams

Waking to my eyeborn streams

Wail in heart subsides

 

Reading of the poem: 

Sevdaliza – Bluecid

The days of the bloom

The days of the bloom

26 September 2016

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We designed them slow

Mountains in descent of glow

Pinnacles of grief

 

Steps a downward slip

Grasping understanding lip

Speech an upward myth

 

Falling into clouds

From skies heavenly blue shrouds

The fog revealing

 

Counting the mistakes

Piles of hollow riddled stakes

The game show of minds

 

Never mind she said

We’ll play moving pawns instead

On board black lilies

 

The days of the bloom

Your eyes white pearls gave them room

From cheek to the Heart

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Per le porte del tormento (Handel) Ann Hallenberg & Monica Piccinini

Stopping quakes

Stopping quakes

14-15 July 2016

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Portals guide

Between the twin worlds

Minds divide

In sections

My bodies’ intersections

As the joints shiver

 

Losing space

Dilating shrinking

Eyes blinking

Blindness sets

In the hollows on my face

No lives carved regrets

 

Stories flow

In the Gods’ secrets

Like honey

From the bees

I gather all on my knees

Token of knowledge

 

Life on edge

Wavering dreamtime

Spinning reels

Of events

The dramatic one prevents

The greater evils

 

Million spawns

Unaware games’ pawns

The beast yawns

As they live

The thwarting he will forgive

Ultimate goal kept

 

Stopping quakes

Tremors now lessened

He listened

As I wept

The large scale adventure swept

Under morrows’ rug

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Shiva Tandava – Psy Trance

Indian Trance – Morfou

Orkidea – Morfou

 

Know thyself

Know thyself

20 February 2016

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The dark smarts

Hooded shadows roam

Within night

Their feet slight

Their footsteps lost in silence

Of the blackened arts

 

The stories

Flowers in bouquet

Some radiant

Some wilted

Series of experiences

All set in the growth

 

Memories

Cast in blue windows

To the soul

There is trail

The heart wizens as I fail

To harken to both

 

Listening

To clicks of the safe

Haven found

Give the keys

Crawl indoors upon your knees

Eat me and grow tall

 

Watch me fall

With the winter’s sleigh

Downhill ride

Upon snow

Of white feathers plucked out slow

Breaking my bad bone

 

Clutch it hard

Wish upon my chest

Of treasures

I store none

I gave once my very best

Now I am pauper

 

In life’s game

There are knights and pawns

Some visit

Royal lawns

Others like window shopper

Roam empty handed

 

There is shame

In stolen limelight

Fake varnish

Withered ends

If you lie you make amends

To name you tarnish

 

Know thyself

Meeting at midnight

Clarity

Soul’s delight

In the twining horizons

Watch grow your own light

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Beautiful Boyz – CocoRosie

Lost girls – CocoRosie

We are on fire – CocoRosie

Fairy paradise – CocoRosie

Gallows – CocoRosie

Lemonade – CocoRosie

 

 

Spring cleaning

Spring cleaning

7 February 2016

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Life condemns

The flailing fledglings

Cast on limb

Broken souls

Searching for key in other

Inside dwell answers

 

Succession

Of partners flurry

One night stands

Hurried love

Immersion in dark dwellings

Caves for the half-baked

 

Truths simmer

Under the fleeced skin

Wincing taut

Stand at ease

There is light in the shadows

Not all courts martial

 

Immersion

A haunting thought creeps

Diving deep

Into hides

My skin seeks more than the touch

Invading senses

 

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Senseless games

Playing one’s own mind

Losing fast

Hand in sling

All the doubts that they will bring

These pawns that we move

 

Handicapped

One hand claps never

Alone pale

Barely snap

Fingers attempting some joy

Whistle stuck in throat

 

When to learn

Perhaps when skin peels

Efforts lost

Clapping hard

Against chest flanks jagged ribs

Some hands claps sever

 

I aim soft

At moving targets

Illusion

Breach of trust

The steely will now does rust

Red the waste matter

 

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Imagine

Colours of a beak

Glory’s peak

Word to speak

Iridescent mouth hardened

By years of trials

 

The wise ones

They arm with patience

The waiting

Discovery

Going through the kernel’s path

The way to the self

 

You can clean

Arches of doorways

Rid cobwebs

Of spiders

The room’s content lost treasures

Other lifetimes’ hunt

 

Spring cleaning

Relentless forte

I wear it

Bright motto

Speleologist grotto

My search sane and blunt

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Seafret – Atlantis

Seafret – Oceans

Seafret feat Rosie Carney – To the Sea

Seafret – Give me something

Seafret – Wildfire