The inner voices

The inner voices

10 September 2016

Courtesy thefivepointstar.com

 

Hunger spins

Fabric of demise

Unbridled

The crowds rise

Like the specks of deserts sands

Blow into new lands

 

Castles built

Upon edge of Truth

The minds free

Seek no glee

Within artificial gems

Pillars of the dark

 

Images

Born of the foresight

Hidden light

Pervades me

Millenary waters breed

The birth of my creed

 

Complex rings

Gather to anthems

The light brings

In lanterns

We roam inside minds’ circles

When dark encircles

 

Waters heal

Touch of the darkness

Distortions

To harness

The pathways to Heart reveal

New Kingdom to come

 

Silence breathes

The inner voices

Soul to soul

Talk to feel

The touch of fear to repeal

My staff my Heart weighs

 

Reading of the poem: 

Courtesy pinterest.com

The Voice – Celtic Woman

Nella Fantasia – Celtic Woman

Walking in the Air – Celtic Woman

 

For whom the bell tolls

For whom the bell tolls

6 August 2016

Courtesy Carlos Quevedo on carlosquevedoart.com

 

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: 

Courtesy brietolga on deviantart.com

Royaume Mélancolique – Dark Sanctuary

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

Les Mémoires Blessées – Dark Sanctuary

 

Memory lane

Memory lane

29 May 2016

Courtesy jacktierneygallery.com

 

Shadows flee

Across wilderness

Icy fires

Light their frames

Bearing weight of twisted games

They run in sleek pairs

 

In between

There stands rubber tree

Its bark runs

Wild and free

With the blood of forgiveness

Token of freedom

 

Every step

Twirling on itself

Creating

Tidal wave

Absolution washing up

On the bare soul shore

 

I stand lone

On brink of kingdoms

Screeching past

Present times

Future of retreating crimes

My staff pierces doors

 

The ripples

Call out to temples

Giants leak

Children speak

We replicate our doom’s days

Carelessness our ways

 

Memory lane

Etched in the stem cells

Swirling voids

Progressing

The inner voice suppressing

Power of black holes

 

Reading of the poem: 

Courtesy brucemctague.com

How Fortunate the man with none – Dead Can Dance

Xavier – Dead Can Dance

In Power We Entrust The Love Advocated – Dead can Dance

Solitary Dream

Solitary Dream

28 March 2016

Courtesy Thomasisrael.be

 

She roams Earth

In illusion’s frame

Her pace slow

Her Heart still

Her staff semblance of Oceans

Waters toil uphill

 

From afar

He divides waters

Promised lands

Splitting sands

Temples of the past resurge

From deepest callings

 

More says less

Concern with banal

Convention

Mere boredom

A whipping cane for the sane

Tripping on folly

 

Like cancer

Silent ills resume

Throbbing growth

Pervasion

Body’s short persuasion

Dying in white noise

 

Connection

Metastasis cure

Journey’s end

Stepping point

Like Siamese from head joint

Ad-libbing the words

 

Anchor me

The waters rise high

My ship sways

With the storms

I have lived beyond the norms

Of daily winters

 

I see gleam

Solitary Dream

It shines through

Lost lighthouse

Promises of forgiveness

New found tenderness

 

Reading of the poem:  

Courtesy artistsinspireartists.com

Dream – Peruquois

Morning star

Morning star

24 March 2016

Courtesy pinterest.com

 

Empty space

Deconstructed times

Words carry

Weight of hearts

Weaving pain and hope in arts

Of the spoken thought

 

We forgot

The yarn spread inward

Spinning wheel

Turning slow

Built upon the fading glow

Redesigning worlds

 

We once lived

In a land of wood

Broken staff

Pointed hours

Out from within realms of scars

Time gushed peeling skin

 

We loved once

Book of faith and glee

I washed Hearts

Laundered souls

Dark matter amassed like coals

Reeling in waters

 

Piling black

Capping me like dunce

Triangles

Compressing

My roundness into angles

As I squeeze contours

 

On love’s path

We oft take detours

Ray meets Pi

Shadows’ death

The walk on circumference

A greater journey

 

Morning star

It buds within me

Rising light

Carries me

Into meadows of morrows

Where forgiveness lies

 

Reading of the poem: 

Courtesy pinterest.com

 

Ameno – Era

Know wheat from its chaff

Know wheat from its chaff

12 March 2016

Courtesy pinterest.com

 

Snakeskin oils

Soak knaves, they grasp spoils

Teeth rotten

Tinged yellow

Their hearts of fear turned jello

Looting others’ toils

 

They would wear

Shiniest of silk

The face coarse

Intent greed

Within them flowers the seed

Of malevolence

 

Beyond looks

See the wilting heart

Dress code smart

Eye contact

A fading sheep seeks pretense

Wolf jumps over fence

 

Unshaken

The brave in truth’s foils

Purest white

Mind’s delight

Their hearts with love filled in light

Giving is their might

 

They bear tear

Of the journey’s ilk

The voice hoarse

The weak’s stead

Innocents their sheltered thread

Heart’s benevolence

 

Within books

See the beating heart

Simple life

Power’s strife

Of shepherds they bear the staff

Know wheat from its chaff

 

Reading of the poem: 

Courtesy pinterest.com

Hojar – AlPha-X

Nocturnal Trip – AlPha-X

Sahara – AlPha-X

An Indian Summer – AlPha-X

Rain – AlPha-X

Blue Love – AlPha-X

The colours of us

The colours of us

1 March 2016

Courtesy en.wikipedia.org

 

Radiant

Your presence a gift

I unwrap

In silence

You are present in absence

Soundless story told

 

Love defines

Landscapes of hushed pines

Ringing soft

Needles’ rhymes

Working their magic mending

Tattered souls of old

 

Trails are cold

The scent of heart stays

Beyond stamps

Of meaning

Beyond the doubts now clearing

Remnants of footsteps

 

I am strong

Will more than biceps

Birthing stars

I exhale

Stories of love told on Mars

Which fierce spears inhale

 

Eye to eye

We meet our semblance

In mirrors

Of bright words

The shepherd beckons to herds

Through staff in the pen

 

Clucking hen

Cooped up in the dark

Her wings torn

Her eyes wild

She loses a daily child

Harvests of the mark

 

Trading point

Our prayers now joint

Hidden walls

Cold membranes

Count of numerous blue valves

Between Heart and brains

 

We see not

The wilting jasmine

That invokes

Scent of spring

The ghost of love that we bring

It beckons dying

 

We will dance

Like sightless flowers

Pliable

Bending slow

To the winds orchestrating

The colours of us

 

Reading of the poem: 

He needs me – Hindi Zahra

The Man I Love – Hindi Zahra

Stand up – Hindi Zahra

Silence – Hindi Zahra

At the same time – Hindi Zahra

Beautiful Tango – Hindi Zahra

 

 

Your shapes’ ambrosia

Your shapes’ ambrosia

30 January 2016

Courtesy channeling.newage.bg

Son of none

Father of the Sun

Your Priestess

Wife, Mistress

Mother of the holy cow

Calls upon you now

 

Flesh and bone

Cover the spirit

Breathe in me

Souls so free

The Ancient Times revisit

My staff now bestow

 

Breathing low

Close the boiling pit

We are one

The loves glow

Every pilgrim fear to shun

Dive in morrows’ slit

 

Awaken

The time has now come

We are free

Together

We will sketch our love in sands

Of Eternal Times

 

Your spirit

Precursor of bond

Glowing star

Flowing robes

Between us the timeless ropes

Passion of lifetimes

 

Look through me

See the Nile flowing

Off my heart

Through my soul

We will be together whole

Loneliness outcast

 

Sing with me

Voice of Nightingales

Echoing

Haunting

Remnants of memories swaying

Within our bosoms

 

Sum of all

Path to the doorways

Lead us now

Out of past

Welded into nothingness

Your glory recall

 

Hail my flanks

Their valleys truth’s mist

Shower me

Light and Sparks

Call flow of my river’s banks

Molten ecstasy

 

Tenth wonder

Elevate my creed

The child slain

In dark greed

Wash away his mother’s pain

Spread our children’s seed

 

Feed my soul

Your shapes’ ambrosia

Liquefy

My edges

Dilate within me bridges

To flowing castles

 

Twelve nights breathe

Moons and sandalwood

Our union

Morrows’ light

Every being growing sight

Healing our landscapes

 

Reading of the poem: 

Courtesy lovingway.blogspot.com

Cleopatra seduces Caesar – Jeff Beal (images from The mummy)

Broken memories my staff

Broken memories my staff

7 December 2015

 

Courtesy Flickr.com

 

 

I walk in yonder valleys of shadow and doubt

I never really knew what life was all about

Though my lips I puckered, have learnt to purse and pout

And sing unrestrained to the tune of Schubert’s Trout

 

 

For I now embark lonesome on life’s last ferry

Looking I know, all around, within, seems dreary

I force laugh, conjuring up moments so merry

Face freezes, I realize my heart’s too weary

 

 

Through fading and withered faces I walk alone

Through the shadows and the pleasures that once had shone

Bright light, right unto my eyes, brought my lips a moan

Alas, it is all gone now, is my heart of stone?

 

 

I walk and I walk, I walk an endless journey

Through unrelenting ashen faces once creamy

Towards a dull future for which I hold no key

Sluggish and haggard steps mistaken for dreamy

 

 

Courtesy imgarcade.com

 

I walk through morrows

Broken memories my staff

In lone shadowland

 

 

 

 

Spente le Stelle – Emma Shapplin

Memories – Within Temptation

 

 

Ronovan writes a new concept, the Freku. Pingback here

Walk with me a thousand years

Walk with me a thousand years

2 October 2015

Courtesy Nasa from YouTube.com

.

Sun burst in darkness

Spiraling me back downwards

Pushes kill the pulls

.

The rain missed the plain

Buried in the lakes of flames

Quenching the dark thirst

.

Sandstorms blew through mind

Scorching all delicate skins

Baring them to Soul

.

Courtesy davincisvine.com

..

Three sails fluttered high

Not one heard the calling Earth

Thunder in waters

.

Courtesy distractlife.com and wunderground.com

..

Your face within three

Called the secret of the times

When wizard’s pulse knocks

.

Let me be your staff

Walk with me a thousand years

Your leisure my toil

.

Tireless the wheel turns

Delving back and forth it twists

Circle ghost of Time

.

Courtesy fractalposter.com