A nice walk in a beautiful park that had a rose garden. most of the roses smelt heavenly.
This was my favourite outing ever as roses are my favourite flowers together with poppies.
Greenwich Park
Roses
Mind reader
Mind reader
5 April 2017
Cease the fight
Synapse me the light
Diluted
Intruder
Feed me melodies
Keep my mind at ease
Soul appease
Invasive to cease
Lies that crease
Darkness seize
Through the haze confusion squeeze
New Dawn set on freeze
Intrusive
Measures chemistry
Mind reader
The weeder
Like gardener takes feeder
Off the roses thorn
Reading of the poem:
Convergence – Joel Kanning
Lady of the Lake
Lady of the Lake
1 January 2017
The fool yawns
Brethren’s darkened spawns
History
In making
From the skull and bones aching
The truth often dawns
In Legends
Beginning upends
Within dreams
Muffled screams
Of the red roses stutters
Restless mind mutters
Burnt on stake
Lady of the Lake
Red in blue
Infused hue
Holy blood the long-lost clue
In Time will renew
Reading of the poem:
Lady of the Lake – Audiomachine
Legacy – Audiomachine
The Legend begins – Audiomachine
Rebirth out of lies
Rebirth out of lies
7 May 2016
They beat fast
The heart’s pulsations
At the throat
Like a bird
When the clipped wings have grown back
First flight to freedom
The changes
They don’t come easy
Twenty-three
Unfolding
The coils twisting and turning
Forging another
Decoded
Secrets of my spine
Talk wonders
Surging heat
Skirmishes as I retreat
Time for peace not war
I am sword
Forged in cool iron
Liquefied
Blue matter
Beaten upon life’s ridges
My cutting edges
Create word
Says my inner voice
The poet
Composes
From gutter bed of roses
All contains beauty
The heart sees
All that will begin
In twilight
Unfolding
Like novel of Sir Golding
Rebirth out of lies
Reading of the poem:
Time to Come – Miguel Palafox
Oriana – Miguel Palafox
Rebirth – Miguel Palafox
Towering stones
Towering stones
9 April 2016
Within lands
Erected on marsh
We play games
Peek-a-boo
Tugging of pony tails harsh
Boys will be snide boys
Broken toys
Token of the might
Winged souls
Messengers
Of stories I will hear not
Cast out to the dark
Unbridled
A tale of two stars
Rekindled
He recounts
Attempting to ignite spark
Of down trodden glows
Spirit flies
Hovering in skies
His demeanour
Meekness sly
Embarking upon journey
Built upon a lie
I rip net
Sheet tool of balance
Mermaids freed
Swim ashore
Walking feet overcome sore
Of transformation
Spirit tamed
Casts the road roses
Curtains pulled
Light galore
Sets my eye upon Moses
Miracles waver
Tall nights cull
Moonbeams to shower
Skull and bones
Towering stones
In the dark he will cower
Samson of morrows
Reading of the poem:
Out of the Woods – Taylor Swift
The Devil is in details
The Devil is in details
14 February 2016
The vultures
Tired dark buzzards
Hungry pair
She had hair
He had all but a tight crop
More akin to a mop
They flew high
On their senseless greed
Death doth feed
These creatures
Hidden in despair’s darkness
Black words their prowess
Drip by drip
Intelligence fed
In doses
With slow words
Dictation manure for bred
In pots with roses
Ink to dry
Faces sweet that lie
Grimacing
Rubbing faults
In misheard treasures hunted
Off the grammar’s scales
The fools’ vain
Interpretation
Intent slain
The pair split
Twice the share’s unholy kit
Bleak fraternity
He went North
She headed down South
Where her mouth,
She belonged
The Devil is in details
Sadness wails me pails
Three can play
Only one can rule
In valleys
Of the blind
They say the subject is fool
One-eyed King scurries
Reading of the poem:
Everybody’s fool – Evanescence
Going under – Evanescence
Driving with the Devil – Brasher Bogue
The Devil’s Wife 3: Valentine’s Day on Earth
The Devil’s Wife 3: Valentine’s Day on Earth
14 February 2016
She looked around her, the cherry blossoms were whispering secrets of the spring, the lakes were heaving with their golden liquids. All was bliss in Eden and Belzebu was by her side. This was going to be the second best Valentine ever, she thought to herself as she felt him embrace her from behind.
Her thoughts roamed back to their time on Earth when his parents had banished them back in time because he had burnt the moon in his anger over nearly losing her. He was so impulsive she thought to herself with a chuckle.
It was spring and the flowers were blooming. The air was dense with dewdrops. Earth was just discovering electricity. A young man by the name of Tesla lived in the shadow of someone greater who barely allowed him to breathe. He was enlightened and the older frightened, the saddest and most common denominator of humankind’s bleak history. They arrived like a lightning bolt into Tesla’s private chambers startling the life out of his young wits. The waves still shook through the air as they were introducing themselves to him and he touched the sparks all over the room where they had landed. Tesla asked Belzebu about the sparks and marveled at how the dewdrops in the air combined with the Earth’s energy compressed produced the sparks. Soon enough and after he had quizzed Belzebu a million times again about the sparks and Earth’s energy system and engrained power grid, he had ensured they would get a head start on life by procuring an odd job to Belzebu as a stable boy and watchman. By the conditions of his parents, Belzebu was allowed to seek nothing else than a simple life. The pay was sufficient and they also had food and lodging provided for them at a small cabin neighbouring the woods. Belzebu fretted initially over having to resort to a labourer’s life but one look at his wife’s smile then comforted him beyond words.
She watched him toil, so powerful once that he could cover the Earth in one stretch and fly to the moon to send it flaming and rocketing into the cosmos, there he was, tending to the horses, procuring water, repairing hedges and weeding the areas where she grew flowers. She wondered how he did not miss his powers and why he did not rebel against this situation. After all, his parents had made their conditions simple and clear. All he had to do to get full control over Eden was renounce her and their breed but he remained steadfast in his desire to keep both. He could not use any of his powers and the first breach of this would make both lost to him forever. When Valentine’s day arrived, he had a surprise for her, beautiful red, blue and purple roses that he had grown on his own. She wondered how he had blended into one rose bush all three colours but visibly he had not used magical powers as they were still there unharmed. When she asked, he merely smiled and kissed her softly, saying it was his secret. She then asked him how it was that he resisted using his powers just for her. He gazed into her eyes, his eyes overflowing with love and told her “You make me want to be a better man”.
She sighed. So many memories but that one sentence and that particular memory played fondly with her mind and heart every Valentine.
Reading of the story:
Written in the context of Friday Fiction with Ronovan Writes (the prompt being a line from a favourite movie). Ping back and rules here
Ray Charles and Mary Ann Fisher – Sweet Memories
You make me want to be a better man – As good as it gets
Romance – Frédéric Chopin
A walk on waters
A walk on waters
3 December 2015
Minds traces scented
Red roses blooming in thoughts
Whirlwinds of flowers
Blue skies float through me
Daisies and bluebells colours
Paint sun’s warmth in me
I dive into you
Explosion of red senses
You are everywhere
Purple stars twine me
Hazy red engulfs my frame
Amniotic Love
Shades of your presence
Crimson haunting through body
Pulsing vibrations
Silken ascension
Gliding through shimmering realms
Dividing waters
Twin leap through portals
The above meets the below
Synchronised flowing
Surging waterfalls
Swimming in between twin worlds
A bridge to elsewhere
Respite in brief touch
Shadowlands bluest tremors
Lost kingdoms’ crowning
Delicate jewels
Sunken ships of mind’s embers
A cave of treasures
Wings of vapours lift
Simmering coals bolster feet
The airborne ravens
A walk on waters
Weightlessness in destiny
Miracles in Heart
Schiller feat Maya Saban – I miss you
A roadmap to Bliss
A roadmap to Bliss
29 November 2015
Above red roses
Where daffodils outreached sun
Inside met outside
Up the lone highway
Winding steep and weightless stones
Coloured bent footpaths
Beside pine trees’ cones
When snow caressed them silent
Shuddering branches
Brink of eagles’ reach
Under rims of silver clouds
Before the rains charged
Into depths of skies
Where bluebells held high their name
Edge of Horizons
Within fluttering
Where tidal winds braced and stole
Vanishing glances
Under still waters
Where hushed Heart painted life
A roadmap to Bliss
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