Aquatic

Aquatic

5 September 2016

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September

Month of the nine trees

Grows branches

Into skies

The Angels now hear the cries

The deafening tides

 

Tree trunks float

On rivers of hope

The mind copes

In sawing

The thoughts that pervade clawing

The glimmering leaves

 

Bark and leaf

Two to a third birth

We pluck them

From the hearth

They grow in wasteland marshes

The city harsh is

 

Countryside

Landscapes of the fall

Beckon slow

To soul’s call

Finest grass for the reaper

Green is the new black

 

Oxygen

Failing my two lungs

They gather

Communion

Of pairs they will be but one

Fate of the changeling

 

Uprising

In waves of morrow

Destiny

Aquatic

They move underground frantic

The stone is their tomb

 

Reading of the poem: 

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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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Angel Ears

Angel Ears

30 July 2016

Courtesy Carlos Quevedo on deviantart.com

 

Hark listen

The voices chatter

Resounding

Echoes blind

March of thousand feet remind

Of morrows’ harvests

 

The heart rests

In between eras

When sun sets

Moon rises

Underground light despises

Play of the twin suns

 

Suppressed fears

Ushered by Bailiff

Angel Ears

Prick my skin

The battles in me akin

To crusts of the cliff

 

Reading of the poem: 

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