Come undone

Come undone

27 August 2016

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Whirling Times

Teach us winds’ lessons

Old treasures

Forgotten

In chest with papers rotten

From centuries past

 

Unbroken

The spine a pillar

Houses built

Without ground

Scarce the love to go around

Intentions that wane

 

Hearts we shun

From webs they have spun

Searing wings

Come undone

In pursuit of happy nest

Place for bones to rest

 

Reading of the poem: 

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How can you mend a broken heart – Al Green

For the Good Time – Al Green

Let’s Stay Together – Al Green

 

Sell me stale

Sell me stale

13 July 2016

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Brink me peaks

Wuther me towers

Mull me spice

Break my ice

Bring me rivers where truth speaks

Shower me flowers

Breach me heights

Whisper me slowly

Shudder me

Through the lights

That speak of rooms in twirling

With bodies whirling

Pace me snail

Through loving windows

Tell me tale

Sell me stale

I will bring afresh a sill

That stands all morrows

Reading of the poem: 

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Claire de Lune – Claude Debussy

Rêverie – Claude Debussy

The girl with the flaxen hair – Claude Debussy (modified version as youtube closed down the account which had the initial version)

Tango to Centre

Tango to Centre

29 March 2016

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Brushed aside

Like the dust in piles

Covering

Smothering

Shake it off briskly step out

Tango to Centre

 

Raked raw

The prongs seeping through

Translucent

Shining skin

Rid yourself of iron clasps

Tango to Centre

 

Twirling world

Building from chaos

Hurtling through

Confusion

Dance in heart through Illusion

Tango to Centre

 

Threefold aims

Written in the book

The gait slight

The page white

Flurry of inky black words

Tango to Centre

 

They lay claims

Partner a male choice

Feet nimble

Waist thimble

Connection for direction

Tango to Centre

 

Inner worlds

Revealed through whirling

Skin on skin

Cheek on chin

The Spirits twirling like twins

Tango to Centre

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Querer – Francesca Gagnon

Gente que sí – Narcotango – clip film “Wygrany”

Tango to Evora – Club version

Open up the box

Open up the box

25 March 2016

 

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Look through Heart

There are hidden worlds

Inside us

Swirling tops

They chase the hope as it hops

From twig to cast twig

 

Bird of prey

Bird of paradise

Third species

We decant

Through inner voices we chant

Songs of yesteryears

 

Piling fears

Inarticulate

Loss of words

Bundled herds

Grazing through pastures of spleen

Forgotten your sheen

 

There is light

It beckons to blind

Eye saw cut

Connections

Threading with my soul’s needle

I pierced the darkness

 

Ivy climbed

Chains of the feeble

Envy green

Hearts that glean

More than the weight of mistakes

Burdens of the spate

 

Now dilate

Journey tortuous

Remember

Birth’s pathway

Closed soul fever of grid locks

Open up the box

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Light up the sky – The Afters

I speak from within Future

I speak from within Future

14 October 2015

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In confused questions

The body clueless will roam

Here and there mild hope

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Sealed in you by kiss

Sibyl through your mouth will talk

As she leaves my lips

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Alas you are blind

Grey matters’ workings dim lit

Lantern of the Heart

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How to open eye

Shut to Netherworld’s fancies

While I dance in trance

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Our souls dancing laugh

Whirling with ecstasy’s thrill

Unopened to mind

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Your toil undone

You roam in purgatory

For your mind’s delight

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Unseen is this gift

I speak from within Future

To share in present

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In Time

In time

22-23 February 2015

 swirling brown waters

 

The river bank swelled

Charged with rushing brown waters

That had stirred Earth’s guts

An illogical stirring

In me reverberated

 

Deltas formed ashore

Triangles of water coursed

Through light seeping sand

Like ink etching through mind’s slate

A landscape of memories

 

Trees roots uncovered

Shook unwillingly off earth

That onward slid fast

Moving perspectives thus flow

Within a mind uprooted

 

The wind blew howling

Sand that pranced like dancing flames

With madman’s fervour

Elementary madness

Rushing through my frame reached heights

 

The sky glowed and snarled

Alternating light and dark

Different yet same

Change immemorial in me

Reflected alternate shades

 

The horizon lurked

A backdrop to whirling times

In nature’s power

With no reigns in mind I slept

Through wars that raged in no name

 

Leaves raced through dark skies

Tossing and turning in fright

Shivering green sparks

Ideas quivered in thoughts

As eyelids stayed firmly shut

 

In skies formed patterns

Mathematical whirling

Of earthly matters

My mind then awakening

In time echoed in spirals

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