Tremors in my head
13 October 2017
Eons fleeing
Sense of bosoms fair
Multiplied
They divide
Opposite mathematics
Skewed analysis
Cryptic talk
Language compounded
Parables
Teachers’ walk
The island built on a rock
Between air and sky
Compose me
Miracles undead
My copies
Unending
Gushing out of scores of me
Tremors in my head
Reading of the poem:
Metamorphosis – Stive Morgan
Random walk
25 March 2017
Single tone
The ring of your voice
In my head
Like undead
Flowers gardeners behead
Regain new stem life
Undone strife
Unsheathed once the knife
Safely tucked
As they clucked
Disapproval a constant
Dissonant assent
Once buried
Hare and mice scurried
To the fence
For tuppence
The show a manner of calls
That dead man recalls
Sing the night
Through the larky day
They saw hay
We saw green
The hue somewhere in between
Our truths and their lies
The baby cries
When the milk turns sour
Jaded hour
Wane power
Cities where eyes look lower
Thank meekest sunsets
Waste regrets
On the living mouths
Double talk
Random walk
On brink of togetherness
Living in caress
Reading of the poem:
Take me somewhere nice – Mogwai
Splinters of the Heart
7 December 2016
We gather
Sceneries in woods
Of the mind
That remind
Of days gone by walking through
The thick and the thin
Like gardens
Hanging on the edge
Of a cliff
Amidst riff
Panoramic views submerge
Growing of the urge
Oblivion
An eight letter word
Becomes herd
That refrain
From the expression of pain
Their bodies corpses
The dark crawl
Dead embers ashes
Light flashes
Not within
Their lack of feelings akin
To breath of undead
Sorrowed lead
Plastered smiles in white
The empaths
Faith in light
Keeping Hope through Times that smite
Words that decompose
Recompose
Splinters of the Heart
There are ways
Etched in Soul
Knowledge of how you are whole
Beyond the fences
Reading of the poem:
Just for You – Giovanni Marradi
Surreptitious
12 July 2016
It is done
The numb look away
The good cry
The bad smile
The music goes on a while
Before curtains fall
Bleak recall
Bis repetita
Non placent
Moving on
The art of dramaturgy
Through comedy’s peaks
Twined effort
Compounding inches
Of the flesh
Quarter pound
The quakes in hundreds resound
Of flailing senses
The garish
In hues of Toulouse
Colours me
Split rainbows
Released in dreams nightmarish
Fascinating haunt
The boys taunt
The stray kitten meek
Their eyes cruel
Their minds fuel
Imagination Hydes seek
To play with the prey
Wilting zone
Surreptitious play
For undead
Kingdoms rise
Survivors none the less wise
A black crown to hone
Reading of the poem:
Curtain falls – Blue
Sorry seems to be the hardest word – Blue feat. Elton John
Elements – Blue
Where I watch you rest
9 February 2016
Spinning wheels
Take me to rivers
Where love floats
Like blue thread
Searching for the needles’ eye
Lost in haystack spread
Sad banquet
Tasteless piece of straw
Her fingers
Like a claw
Reaching through amorphous frame
Death lays on me claim
Loosened sighs
A tight demeanour
Letting go
Of wits’ loss
Pale blossoms fading in light
As the end now nears
Peacekeeper
In between spaces
Of Angels
And corpses
Red with the beat of high fires
Consumption my seed
They feed greed
The undead that roam
Crawling Earth
With tired hearts
Unseeing eyes filled with dark
Their souls lost embers
Wooden cup
Holds blood of the son
They chase it
Their minds ache
Purpose leaves them in the wake
Morsel remembers
Consciousness
Play of light and dark
Unwritten
Rules play me
In he, mean he, mine he no!
Bring no corpse by tow
I travel
Light my burden’s weight
A compass
Golden age
An era running in Time
Friends like hair thinning
Keep the faith
Spirit words voiceless
A clean slate
Is the fate
Of those who walk in waking
Their hearts long dilate
Heartbeats throb
Through the ripping cage
Renewal
Of eyesight
I am centered in the chest
Where I watch you rest
Reading of the poem:
Waiting in vain – Susheela Raman
What silence said – Susheela Raman
Oh my Love – Susheela Raman
Heavenly Father
27 December 2015
They cried of foul play
That white were black and tar snow
Gyrating tables
They spoke of wisdom
From bottomless pits that stank
Of guileless treason
They heard no sorrow
Gave life no choice founded cause
For death all reason
They kneaded hundreds
Merciless bread for the damned
Agony’s children
They cried and beat stones
Jewels of splendour and loss
In chest that echoed
They raised green idols
That fanned all mildew and spate
Instilled in heart hate
They embraced the dead
Sucking mortified blank breaths
Blankets of glory
They unwound the life
Slow top that reeled unending
Their task dark, gory
Of one the undead
Through pulsating Heart expressed
Words that rang through me
Heavenly Father
Ripped open my Heart’s ribbons
Gifted me to world
One to ten thousand
Ten thousand million summons
Of the ones that swirled
Pretender – Sarah Jaffe
Life is calling – Beth Hart
Soul Shine – Beth Hart
Deeper shades of Blues
4 December 2015
The outer world fades
Spinning into soft whispers
Mind into new hues
All the Earth in me
Crumbling into desert sands
Disappearing clues
Voices pale mirrors
Of forgotten faces’ names
The past paid its dues
Unfamiliar scents
Dilation of inner ways
Roads turned avenues
Avracadavra
Words piles of wayward bells’ chimes
Summoning Dark calls
The Undead rises
From the gates of Netherworld
Another bell tolls
Sweet cinnamon’s taste
Breath fragrant over rotting
Pestilence’s frame
Chaos brought upon
Winding steep pathways through sands
Message sorrow’s flame
A kiss from shadows
Queen of bees for King of flies
Requiem’s dance shoes
Beating at Temples
Upper levels’ near disgrace
Downtrodden the views
Burning embers speak
Cherished secrets woven lies
Ages of misuse
Rising from ashes
Lavender in oceans spun
Deeper shades of Blues
Two steps from Hell – False King
Two steps from Hell – White Witch
Legend – Dancing dress scene – Tangerine Dream
Two steps from Hell – Sons of War
Two steps from Hell – Ghost Brigades
Forgive me Father
31 October 2015
.
I did not birth here
But from fall from your light’s Grace
On me it shower
.
–
All was by your will
Even sunflower burned bright
Your prophecy True
.
.
Seven stages played
We all took a role Being
On your blue carpet
.
.
Rebel son I stood
Hidden to world’s mortal Eye
In graceful attire
.
.
They call not my name
Yours taken in mere conceit
Clueless they rumble
.
.
Your seven veils taught
My lessons my battle scars
That Soul may redeem
.
.
Moth calls but the Flame
Yours taken again deceit
That I may crumble
.
.
Take me home Father
Knead into you Mother’s Heart
Show me your Mercy
.
.
Make it double One
That I may join undead
Take from me this Flesh
.
.
I give all to you
As I must die completely
Renew your Glory
.
.
Forgive me Father
For I have loved mortal flesh
Forsaking spirit
.
.
Bring me to morrows
Where only Love would subsist
Lost in your blue shades
.
Love was only chance
17 September 2015
Once upon a time
An ark gathered them by pairs
Two of each soul tribe
Look upon the sets
Playground built itself child’s needs
Love grows but in Heart
Groomed but not by spouse
White brides will turn black widows
Creeping through undead
Shifted from axis
The Great Mother spun astray
Distances melted
Minds transform liquids
Only salt for scorching spared
Greed bred Life’s meltdown
We shall meet fires
With our essence of waters
As they flow fluid
Gushing from pure souls
Salvation came from Heart’s tears
Love was only chance
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