What was meant in skies

What was meant in skies

16 August 2017

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Wayward steps

Take me through the rythms

Taut and learnt

Through message

Of teacher to the pupil

Wide eyed awe of new

 

Grant me holes

I will pierce through you

For lessons

To gush forth

Pupil and teacher awash

With nature’s lessons

 

Sing me ode

Engulf me darkness

Fray me stone

Lit alone

They practise tearing to hone

What was meant in skies

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Tower of Light – David Arkenstone

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

 

Remembering to forget

Remembering to forget

9 December 2015

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Retracing my steps

Between yesterday and now

A vicious circle

 

 

Like crazed desert dog

Chasing its tail in frenzy

I re-enact slates

 

 

The breath wasted here

The lost moments of freedom

While logs turned ashen

 

 

The frozen winters

The frost I loved so deadly

White of Heart’s icings

 

 

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The sight of roses

All at once chilling and bright

Red drops from my palms

 

 

Desperate clutching

Waiting for fire to recede

Red is not colour

 

 

There was a garden

Now sunken in memory

Where bluebells stood tall

 

 

The winter then walked

Sprinkling in hidden pathways

Demons in daisies

 

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All colours turned stale

Thorns like nails in my bloodstream

Travelling to Heart

 

 

From bellies of fire

Tidal waves of bright gold struck

The forests simmered

 

 

Surrounded by flames

Screams of pain, hope’s pathways gone

Welcoming scorching

 

 

A clearing in lands

Where wild forests slow drifted

In birth of woodlands

 

 

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I cut through the woods

With new life in core and axe

Only shrubs survived

 

 

Says in tunes of Blues

He: You don’t know what love is

I: Perhaps I don’t

 

 

Searching hard in soul

I reckoned I’d lost the hues

I rubbed, rewrote slate

 

 

Crisp parting with fate

Remembering to forget

Woods and lost voices

 

 

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Chet Baker – You Don’t Know What Love Is

Chet Baker – Almost blue

Chet Baker – I get along without you very well

Chet Baker – Every Time We Say Goodbye

 

 

 

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The last one standing

The last one standing

14 August 2015

 

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Confusion flew through

Earth’s core as it shook again

From his mad dances

 

Age-old female woke

Accompanying his steps

As he flew higher

 

Dishevelled and free

Their frames shimmering of stars

Neither in nor out

 

Black cosmos danced back

Milky way left out of trail

Of their prancing steps

 

Twirling and turning

Surrounded by countless void

They danced through abyss

 

All male all female

Racing exhaustion to be

The last one standing

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