Hovering
11 November 2017
Shake me soft
Keep me in waking
Retaking
Breath in deep
Harnessing before the sleep
Sands through fingers seep
Sigh my name
In between the heaves
Gather me
Autumn leaves
Shine me like summertime spent
By widow that grieves
Hovering
Moonlit passages
Keep me still
Wave instill
My being on ledge’s edge
Twixt heart and mind wedge
Reading of the poem:
Prelude 13 – Ketil Bjornstad
Travelling through waves
26 May 2017
Spirits speak
In clues to living
Uniting
The lost paths
Where mind roams all forgiving
The soul a free hawk
Our hearts leak
In secrets restored
We did hoard
Meanings key
The widow bowing on knee
The willful penance
Light entrance
Warming my fingers
Coveting
Mind lingers
Encroaching beehive’s stingers
Travelling through waves
Reading of the poem:
Through the Ghost – Shinedown
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
Like a ghost in decay
14 April 2016
Look upon horizon see the trees that will grow
Through the empty playgrounds where the voices holler
They fabricate reason for a token to show
Cinderella makes rounds for midnights to colour
The king tries for treason as the daffodils slow
Fading garland surrounds the beard like a trawler
Flowers out of season smother traces of snow
Flickering net makes grounds for souls to grow taller
You called upon me once like a ghost in decay
The moon shone through your frame like a weeping willow
Head hung facing two suns as three to music sway
For beating heart to tame shoulder to cast pillow
I offered you sun’s bunce web of golden threads’ play
You resumed aging game sliced orphan and widow
Reading of the poem:
Xibalba – Clint Mansell
Not at Home – Clint Mansell
Together we will live forever – Clint Mansell
Walk swim fly anew
20 March 2016
Sacrifice
The preparation
Of witness
Time’s harness
Four horses ride into dusk
Emblem of movement
Guns resound
In the wilderness
Lone bullets
They fly high
Above reasons and meaning
They carve the ether
What is dead
Stays forever down
The lost crown
Ne’er retrieved
Widow and orphan bereaved
Hate composes dread
There are lands
Etched in the kingdoms
Of the sky
Where I lie
My hands gifting the green wheat
Gift of the morrows
Threading fate
Twin are my bright suns
My rivers
Purple clad
Indistinctly good and bad
People of my Heart
Take the twin
From breaking waters
Births’ fusion
Red and Blue
Decompose the Times landscapes
Walk swim fly anew
Reading of the poem:
13.Mozart’s Requiem – VI. Agnus Dei
8.Mozart’s Requiem-Lacrimosa
6.Mozart’s Requiem – Recordare
I died yesterday
9 November 2015
.
She sacred victim
Not to death but more to life
I died yesterday
.
The Heart the mind churned
Eating from the humblest Pie
Learn to Square Circle
.
Twenty three my roots
As the atoms with the breath
Cross rays to dissolve
.
Dynamics of Love
Unstable equilibrium
Above Delta spin
.
Sacred was the dance
Within skin circumference
Lead the light-filled rays
.
Essence now free me
Staircase counts end of Heartpath
Metatron’s dark side
.
Infinity’s fumes
Took stillness to Twenty-two
Through moonlight’s chamber
.
Dark I was widow
I flowed as tomorrow’s bride
I died yesterday
.
Heart grieved seven years
The underdogs’ power surged
Resistance in Ohm
.
I chanted behind
Four more arrows’ golden sphere
Little bones’ white noise
.
Pink sphere’s future veil
Backward source in sonic wall
Pink circles my trails
.
Suicide sheep now shift
Trancescape’s aqua forest fog
Cast away reeds’ sparks
.
Of dancing feathers
Waves crack opening heartpath
North stillness in storm
.
Maya dying swan
How graceful your fluttering
Sinusoidal
.
Electricity
Shift in downward frequencies
I died yesterday
.
Sixty one in grace
Three stages of innocence
As sixteen turns wise
.
Opening the shaft
Electricity simmers
Yellow in the red
.
The kraken approached
Land of nevermore dissolved
In Eye of Monster
.
I like Mother quaked
Our bones in poles now shifted
To bluest graveyards
.
As the chants now hummed
I lived in the bloodied flood
Red was my garment
.
They sprinkled waters
Led bees to our choicest source
Red rose gives honey
.
Perhaps another
She offered me a new chance
I died yesterday
.
Now with all consumed
In Heart only renewal
I live on Today
‘
Dorothy Meets The Tinman (The Wizard of Oz 1939)
Gurdjieff Sacred Dance – Ho Yah
Rumi Poem, Iranian Music and Divine Dance
Darkside – Metatron (Music Video)
Darkside – Heart
Darkside (Psychic) – Golden Arrow
Etherwood – Cast Away
Maya Plisetskaya, age 61, dances Dying Swan
Hans Zimmer – Duduk Of The North
Hans Zimmer – The Kraken
Hans Zimmer – Aurora
Hans Zimmer – Injection
Love was only chance
17 September 2015
Once upon a time
An ark gathered them by pairs
Two of each soul tribe
Look upon the sets
Playground built itself child’s needs
Love grows but in Heart
Groomed but not by spouse
White brides will turn black widows
Creeping through undead
Shifted from axis
The Great Mother spun astray
Distances melted
Minds transform liquids
Only salt for scorching spared
Greed bred Life’s meltdown
We shall meet fires
With our essence of waters
As they flow fluid
Gushing from pure souls
Salvation came from Heart’s tears
Love was only chance
Living in split worlds
3 September 2015
I touched your cold face
On a bright summer morning
As the dewdrops fell
The Earth welcomed cool
Steaming with the hiss of light
Water fire sinks
The cold was your tears
As night’s wake had gifted these
To your marble skin
A sob rose in throat
For future lived in past tense
Where hearts would flutter
You and I then cried
The loss of what was to be
As neither moved moss
Growth is from cutting
Seedlings in another land
Must then be potted
I cut through an inch
We winced from the incision
And withdrew silent
Hand on your shoulder
Mortal experiences
Treachery of pain
All senses fail me
A sixth came to the rescue
Enhancing your sight
Imaginary
Friends reproach me your essence
That they will feel not
You dwell in my mind
Your heart reaching through the space
In between photons
Mind said you were dead
Perhaps I am your widow
You painted me black
Milliseconds’ fleet
From one beam to the other
As I catch your depth
Coded in the words
Meaning of a mind spirals
Through a timeless void
Loophole carries me
Writhing spirit did battle
Fragmentation tires
Living in split worlds
My soul divides a fractal
Embedded in time
Hai Dil Ye Mera – Arijit Singh
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