For whom the bell tolls

For whom the bell tolls

6 August 2016

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Half circle

Encroaching spires

The end near

The minds fear

The Hearts void of all desires

Purity dilates

 

Radius

Guides everlasting

Sum of two

Pi disclosed

Three quarters of doors then closed

Skewed mathematics

 

Hum in three

Voices that sing low

Be the flow

Where time stops

Wilderness now grows the crops

Of sunken gardens

 

Take my staff

Divide the waters

Birth the wells

Break the shells

Separate the wheat from chaff

Unsung mysteries

 

The skies wed

Coloured rainbows hue

Like virgins

Sparkling dew

Dying stars colours renew

In the aching void

 

Grating polls

For whom the bell tolls

Sacrifice

Relentless

Idiosyncrasy human

Their blindness endless

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Royaume Mélancolique – Dark Sanctuary

L’être las, L’envers du miroir – Dark sanctuary

Les Mémoires Blessées – Dark Sanctuary

 

Shells of Flames

Shells of Flames

5 August 2016

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In glory we set the purpose of Flames

The battlefield signed with blood of the hosts

The hearts we forget in thrill of the games

The endless confined by flags that mind posts

 

Now laden regret the tears of the Thames

For the bodies lined the conquests one boasts

Hearts aid and abet the hand that them maims

A closure to fret horizon of ghosts

 

Pray tell me now clear where do rivers flow

When thick with the blood they ravage valleys

I harbour no fear of underground glow

 

Oncoming the flood of tears that we know

The hearts that we smear in night-clad alleys

Shells of Flames in bud that silent we grow

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Back to You – Brett Anderson & Emmanuelle Seigner

 

The wings they grow slow!

The wings they grow slow!

4 February 2016

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We build selves

Tall and proud oft held

A banner

Prejudice

Crime against what we ignore

We pick of known shelves

 

Magmatic

A sea of faces

Unending

We shun them

Our minds little spam agents

Breaking wheat from wheat

 

The hard looks

They tell us nothing

What is there

Is unseen

You can only see with heart

Placid meet and greet

 

We choose swift

The cut relentless

Faces gone

Slow depart

Our memories small suitcases

The rest a blank slate

 

Indifference

Invading spaces

Paper thin

Like my heart

On a stark moonless evening

Playing with the dark

 

I too cut

Oft into myself

Bleak and deep

As it seeps

Separating me from me

I bleed out the self

 

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You watch sad

There are rivers lit

By fireflies

In your soul

Where we could stitch some small parts

Save the wilderness

 

I cut slow

The task gory bleak

We melt fast

Like candy

Mouth place of prayer and sin

One of our bridges

 

I smell you

It fills my nostrils

Deep incense

Announcing

Your presence every evening

A mantle of joy

 

Like in dream

Floating high above

You beckon

To the stars

We are not what we may seem

Uneven our scars

 

We compare

Our bodies a map

Onlookers

Fascinate

They hail they revere they clap

Mutilated shells

 

We dilate

Cracked open we squirm

Tender worm

Readied harsh

It takes some light years to fly

The wings they grow slow!

 

Reading of the poem: 

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All you never say – Birdy

Shelter – Birdy

Wings – Birdy (Winter’s Tale)