Reaching out to inward gardens

Reaching out to inward gardens

23 September 2016

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In Time the distance once had lied

Sheltered Truths frantic gatekeepers

Poison Ivy planted creepers

Twixt Heart and Mind the Great Divide

 

Horses frothing bid me a ride

Edge of veils enchanted sleepers

Gates of glory widowed weepers

The knots of stories soon untied

 

Plot of thoughts when planted hardens

Decomposing a land of tricks

Unfastened locks rattling wardens

 

Speech of hate the giving pardons

The Heart trespasses wall of bricks

Reaching out to inward gardens

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Amnesia – Dead Can Dance

Children of the Sun – Dead Can Dance

How fortunate the man with none – Dead Can Dance

 

Ceremonial Centuries

Ceremonial Centuries

28 August 2016

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She wears me

Like cloak of the night

Deep the probe

Velvet robe

I give in to her dark might

No desire to fight

 

She gifts me

Honey from the bees

Poisoned vines

Heady wines

From deep millenary caves

Lair the reaper paves

 

Twined voices

We offer choices

Oracles

Dark and Light

Compounded the miracles

Of steps in advance

 

Prime numbers

Divide infinite

Deep slumbers

They awake

Nails across blackboards they rake

Lessons to be learnt

 

I gift her

The past reckonings

Of morrows

Built in air

The knowledge she has been there

Inside new future

 

I wear her

Like remnants of fur

Naked flesh

Stretched afresh

Ceremonial centuries

Shredded now at ease

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Our Love is Easy – Melody Gardot

 

Not at Home

Not at Home

14 May 2016

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The garden

Withers from the sun

It once breathed

Shining bright

The same rays give life and death

All is in dosage

 

Drop by drop

Even venom cures

Plastic face

Renews grace

Through the effect of poison

Coursing through its lines

 

Drip by drip

The blood exchanges

Old for new

They were few

Now they scurry throughout Earth

Ants in royal hills

 

Pulse by pulse

We measure other

The heartbeat

A keen drum

Of all the feelings the sum

Muffled nothingness

 

Pace by pace

I gain momentum

Consistence

The tedium

Daily inching towards hope

While this Earth I roam

 

Not at home

Lost in wilderness

Green ivy

Enchains me

Into thickest of the fear

As I look for keys

 

Not at home

The padlock still creaks

Though I oil

Its hinges

Stealing myself through thin holes

For a glance at home

 

Soul cringes

Upon the return

The elders

They make way

Brash generations today

Their young mind wavers

 

Not at home

No lessons are learnt

Amnesia

The only tool

I chase my tail like a fool

Humourless plaything

 

Not at home

Invisible dome

Compresses

Suppresses

The eyes in all Cypresses

Giant lookout post

 

Reading of the poem:  

Sunny Road – Emiliana Torrini

Tookah – Emiliana Torrini

Baby Blue – Emiliana Torrini