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

 

Infinite dams Breed

Infinite dams Breed

7 November 2015

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Hark the flaming fires

Through the lighted maze now flow

In Stillness my Speed

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Light and Dark never

More than whims of rhythmic Heart

Broken is the Deed

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The flesh spent in wine

Brethren’s stupor drunken dance

Their motto is Greed

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Father fell now slain

His infinite waters spilled

Victim to the Creed

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The crowd now heartened

Moved across the airborne fields

Within tree my Seed

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Mother bellowed fierce

I heed not the power filled

Infinite dams Breed

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Bring to me the meek

Those whose backbones subtle spent

Bowing silken Reed

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Aquaria, A Liquid Blue Trancescape – Diane Arkenstone

Seduction – David Arkenstone

Temple of ISIS – Diane & David Arkenstone

Silent Night – Diane Arkenstone

Ocean of Stars – Diane Arkenstone

River of Creation – Diane Arkenstone

The Angels Voice – Diane Arkenstone

Through the veil of dark despair

Through the veil of dark despair

7 September 2015

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Darkness will surround

Body that light diffuses

Compass in magnet

 

Matter enters void

As void will absorb matter

Each to its own end

 

Face kisses faceless

Fate embraces the fateless

Brings Faith to the faithless

 

Lost in night’s embrace

The willow will weep never

It finds peaceful sleep

 

Destruction in Love

Brings the sweetest mutation

Renewal all spells

 

Change is not for weak

Glory will find the strong Heart

That throbs with all Love

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Change is for the meek

Humble is the one who seeks

Blessed shroud of Love

 

Be oak and be reed

Let every blow be blessing

Bend and stand tallest

 

The heart knows the truth

Though mind hums ever with bees

Deep inside you know

 

Dawn as you have learnt

Loves the darkest point of night

The peak of desire

 

Open your heart. Look!

Through the veil of dark despair

See the green morrows

 

A day will shine bright

As the night casts away veils

And sorrows scatter

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In reed I renewed myself

In reed I renewed myself

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The sun waved to clouds

That tremulous followed it

Between rays and blues

Shades of hope and fear washed me

With oncoming deliverance

 

Banyan trees reached out

Strong wooden arms lifted up

Inviting fibres

Connected synapses rushed

With memories of a lifetime

 

The ocean stretched out

Its salty water drenched all

With crusts of white foam

As memories flowed silver

All golden thoughts ebbed away

 

Imperial pine trees

Glanced down on reeds that flew light

Silken, unbroken

In reed I renewed myself

And the sun kissed my lashes

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