Snowfall
1 September 2016
Snowfall streaks
Remnants of ashes
Softly fall
Like garlands
Forming on my face islands
Of memories of you
Snowfall speaks
Bitter reckonings
Dissolved slow
In passing
The Time wound back trespassing
The unholy gates
Snowfall reeks
Of unwritten rhyme
Hours spent
Pantomime
Desecrating unseen strings
Renewing the wings
Reading of the poem:
Ashes and snow – Gregory Colbert recited by Laurence Fishburne (English), Ken Watanabe (Japanese), and Enrique Rocha (Spanish)
Tune short waves the composite and plain
14-15 November 2015
Come pose me life’s fires, rhythm me soul
Square my chords amidst sixteen circles of eight gipsies
.
Let purple music be my sunrays
As fog protects the crops be the snow that covers green
.
In structure of sunflowers’ meadows
Make me within their darkest seeds intermittent light
.
Scorch me, piece me fractal, grow me whole
Stroboscopic blue meets the red when skies kiss poppies
.
Stack me in cabins, save me arrays
Bounty for one and for all let your waves be my spleen
.
Scatter me four points cardinal knows
Blend, rise my Arabic and Indian roots into might
.
.
Tune short waves the composite and plain
Purple, blue, green, red axis twine and twirl to tropics
.
Searching the skies discover pipelines
Where angels crossing Hearts mirror horizons that glow
.
Three walk away by one in the west
Their curves and their sways shoot into one growing mission
.
End fake unions may they not complain
As above angels so below only Love mimics
.
Shine now through me the one that defines
Under skies of the North the only Love that will flow
.
Three walk by one into sparrows’ nest
Sub dues of the mighty, the unholy transmission
.
Bond – Fuego
Bond – Korobushka
Bond – Explosive
Bond – Shine
Open your eyes now Adam
7 September 2015
She whispers to him
Open your eyes now Adam
He awakes never
The sun rises cold
In weary heart that tires
From vulture’s pecking
Let me now forsake
A world where war is holy
Be greatest sinner
Where love is banned sin
Let me spread the unholy
Be ever banished
The woodlands are burnt
She, female Prometheus
Scorched her own pasture
Nowhere would she hide
Though Lords could claim all stardom
Knowledge is for all
Shades grow in heart’s wells
Overflowing with the Love
Bound to no human
Wells in hearts grow tears
Raindrops from the sky listen
To patter on cheeks
Tears in mind grow roots
That reach seeping to the grounds
Where water runs scarce
Let me nourish Earth
With the wells of my mind’s heart
And perish in here
Tomorrow will grow
Twenty-three white lilies tall
As I birth again
I whisper to him
Open your eyes now Adam
He sleeps forever
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