Change the Earth
17 December 2017
Take my eye
See blossoms rising
From dead leaves
Uprising
Everlasting green in brown
From wasted the clean
Bandwidth mean
Average effort
Middle path
Needle math
Summoning the craft in hand
Making no demand
Tears in eyes
Compassion extreme
Renewed birth
Change the Earth
Blue green vision from a dream
Now freed from the lies
Singing of the poem:
Reading of the poem:
And they have escaped the weight of darkness – Ólafur Arnalds
Les intentions palustres posent un tréteau si las
(Poème écrit sous forme de sonnet Italien, Petrarch, en Alexandrin traduit en anglais ci-bas ou ici)
6-7 octobre 2016
L’entends-tu qui virevolte le temps de nos amours
La danse des cerises moites en tiédeur des étés
Les reflets qui miroitent dans tes yeux hébétés
Le silence de révolte points de croix en ajours
Le dédain qu’on récolte au royaume des atours
Où les yeux ne convoitent qu’apparence apprêtée
Champ de vision étroite fleur de chair appétée
Médisance désinvolte le déclin des toujours
Me verras-tu venir en un temps composé
Des océans illustres de blancheur des lilas
Verra-t-on avenir à nos pieds déposé
Les amarrages lacustres pour enseigne qui lit là
Clair de lune revenir dans un corps reposé
Les intentions palustres posent un tréteau si las
Lecture du poème:
Cyclo – Zazie
The marshland intentions lay a tired trestle
(translation of an Italian sonnet written in Alexandrin form in French. See original above or here)
6-7 October 2016
Do you hear it twirling the old time of our love
Dance of sweaty cherries in the lukewarm summers
Reflections that sparkle in your eyes that were dazed
The revolt of silence cross points in openings
The disdain we harvest in kingdom of attires
Where the eyes but covet appearance that is primed
Narrow field of vision desired flower of flesh
The casual slander declining forever
Will you see me arrive within a composed time
Of illustrious oceans of whiteness of lilacs
Will there be a future at our feet to settle
The moorings of the lake for a sign that reads here
The return of moonlight in a rested body
The marshland intentions lay a tired trestle
Reading of the poem:
Don’t Leave Home – Dido
Frontal collision
19 July 2016
Black widow
Mourning lost vigil
Of her death
Rancid breath
Hovering in morning chill
As Time sweeps over
Illusion
Hammering vision
Retina
Stuck in loop
Stroboscopic impression
Frontal collision
We were strands
Twirling through eras
Fear disbands
Reprimands
Scorching lips smothering fate
Melancholy’s slate
Burning pyre
My inner realms dire
Desert space
None to face
No judgement but fall from Grace
Upon green-blue fields
Stigmata
Mind’s repetition
Your kisses
Heal my wounds
That flay my every layer
Between core and skin
Hope runs thin
Time is a slayer
Partition
Melodies
A move away from fences
Disturbed defenses
Reading of the poem:
Late Goodbye – Poets of the Fall
War – Poets of the Fall
Daze – Poets of the Fall
Heal my wounds – Poets of the Fall
Dreaming wide Awake – Poets of the Fall
Rebirth – Poets of the Fall
In the name of Love
7 July 2016
Their vision scorched me
Thousand soldiers of darkness
Of untruth their flag
Is this as it is
The sum of all our hardships
Walking on the knees
I roamed the deserts
My hair running its own way
Talks of centuries
My shadows cast light
In the silence of their screams
As the widow dreams
They hardened their hearts
In the name of freedom’s rings
As their chains tightened
Martial waverings
Their walks valleys of despair
As orphans huddled
The suns in me tire
Of the cycles of tales dire
Reinventing hope
The blind men will grope
Their hands panic stricken tools
Their hearts emptiness
Power’s not prowess
Only throne of loneliness
Rotten arm in glove
When I live again
Walk with me in the valleys
In the name of Love
Reading of the poem:
Kafartu – Dhafer Youssef
Soupir Eternel – Dhafer Youssef
In the name of Love – Dhafer Youssef
The transformation occurs under deep narcosis
1 December 2015
The expanding coils catch our breath
Mutation, the origins of metamorphosis
Multiple transformations occur
For hybridation, an excruciating process
Would we then break before we shatter?
Multiple fragmentation of our inner walls sear
The road to birth is paved with the pain
Wilful inhalation of atmospheric mushrooms
Sailors of the future gift us ills
Breathe in, now breathe out, explosion of the sixth senses
A new born I learn to breathe with gills
Epilepsy strikes, stroboscopic light soul cleanses
Showering through me photons in rain
Excavation of me leads to lower hidden rooms
Speleology of caves’ matter
Whispering lights speak secrets to the familiar ear
As the vision would blacken and blur
The probing orbs wind through my body’s every recess
Dilating sheer frames lost in their breadth
The transformation occurs under deep narcosis
Yakuro – Requiem for a space
Alternate realities
1 October 2015
.
Illusion spread dark
Within remnants of true sight
Less light I behold
.
No blank slate to draw
I lose more than I would own
Drift in conclusion
.
The seeker spirals
Wake of dawn brings more than light
Wings flapping upwards
.
My essence I know
From blue world it appeared slight
Timeless adjustment
.
Losing airborne frame
Cast into a sightless world
Mutation of Heart
.
Remnants of vision
Alternate realities
Meet my perplexed eye
.
Choice? A leap of faith
Death is the road to wonders
That my soul creates
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