In the silence of my Heart
20 November 2015
November skies bled
The wasted summertime leaves
That autumn had spared
A walk in winter
Spoke of ice clad memories
Footsteps in the snow
Over horizons
Spring beckoned silent
Red speech of roses
The summer breathed soft
Scent of jasmine and fresh hay
As the sun sizzled
A whisper hovered
In the silence of my Heart
For keen ears to pick
The sound of Silence – Simon and Garfunkel
The Flaming Doves on my face draw Light
13 November 2015
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Looking back, rubble and ash faded
Walking in sun the herd more than one force transmission
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Pulsing through the night, destiny’s skies
I guide, we sow the seeds of change in fall’s universe
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Oracle survives change, knows sees dreams
Mother protects visions, my mind frees, the blind alone
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Carry me through burning sun jaded
You made my faith, mother, love forever my mission
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Take away darkness end submission
End suffering, brace me healing light now pervaded
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Time’s pearls, wasted stars, I will atone
Lonely show me, beyond space, might and light I sew seams
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Cross Heart with angels, design reverse
Hear timeline redefine souls come home theory lies
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The Flaming Doves on my face draw Light
Loud I speak: the greater the Dawn, the starker the Night
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Les Friction – Louder Than Words
Les Friction – What You Need
Les Friction – Who Will Save You Now (2012)
Les Friction – Here Comes The Reign
Les Friction – World On Fire
Les Friction – String Theory
Les Friction – Come Back to Me
Burn it in the cold
28 July 2015
The night died today
Wasted in rise of morning
As the raven sighs
Grass scorched in the sun
Breathes off night’s delicate touch
As it lights and churns
The nightingales weep
For pallor of their slight wings
Shine not through morrows
Take this wheezing chest
And while it shivers and throbs
Burn it in the cold
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