We escaped at last an end of horror

We escaped at last an end of horror

1 September 2018

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They told us tales of how we would have gone

With our skins to hide and wailing bellies

With our knees quaking and courage foregone

A tale now foretold as our breaths would cease

 

The sun melted into the horizon

Traces of the cold to come submerged us

Jaded darkness overcame the prison

This was the end we would go without fuss

 

The eyes within the cypresses watched on

We walked uphill to places forgotten

The will now forsaken the soul forlorn

A semblance of human its core rotten

 

They gathered us in increasing darkness

The night was the tool of lasting terror

Free will brought all courage we could harness

We escaped at last an end of horror

 

Reading of the poem: 

Ends of the Earth – Lord Huron

 

The Edge of the Light

The Edge of the Light

24 June 2018

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There is dark

On the road to Home

It revives

Surprises

When we feel that we’re alone

It cloaks us like ink

 

We reach brink

Of our own limits

Fortune tells

Unheard Tales

The faithless the self impales

Carry no crosses

 

Heartbeats still

Raging fires cease

The disease

Self made ache

We commit the same mistake

Over and over

 

Withered eyes

Seek out the lanterns

Look outside

Not inside

Curtains ruffle as they slide

Concealing outcomes

 

The Light shines

I hold it within

Starry skies

Breath that cries

Outreach of my inner depths

When the will wavers

 

Seek the star

When the night is dark

Like a spark

It will guide

Know that in darkness you ride

The Edge of the Light

 

Reading of the poem:

Shine a Light – Banners

 

« When you come to the edge of all of the light you’ve known and are about to drop off into the darkness of the unknown, faith is knowing one of two things will happen. You’ll have something solid to stand on or you’ll be taught to fly » Patrick Overton

 

Whirl me tour

Whirl me tour

5 August 2017

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Screech in depth

Of horrors that fell

Hold the breath

Dance with Death

Violins that would foretell

A trip towards hell

 

Take the bar

Higher towards stars

Colour scar

Hope in jar

A wish to undermine hours

In spinning of cars

 

Whirl me tour

Towards whirlpools felt

Call me boor

Dark and moor

The insults on damsel pelt

Wills steady don’t melt

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Danse macabre – Camille Saint-Saëns

Heart – Vitas

Eternal Love – Stive Morgan

 

Light the skies

Light the skies

2 June 2017

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Melodies

Ring me memories

Of stardom

Lost Kingdom

Where Ancestors wove wisdom

Winding with the breeze

 

Fortune tells

Secrets of the wells

Hidden deep

Winding steep

In the bosom silent keep

Ringing of the knells

 

Light the skies

With the will that flies

In stages

Of pages

Coursing through storm that rages

Presence multiplies

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Sunset Dream – Sufi’s Life & Merlin

Lonely – Sufi’s Life & Merlin

Balkan Spirit – Sufi’s Life & Merlin

Rediscovered lens

Rediscovered lens

14 March 2017

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You in me

Like eternity

Waking three

In twenty

Tugging at the coils free

Whisper to the tree

 

Bound to date

Congruence inflate

Skin is late

To translate

Venom creeping on the plate

The will to dilate

 

Shapes so queer

Popping through veneer

Veins that peer

Through the sheer

They believe it comes through fear

Knowledge of the seer

 

Leap in stance

Weather where I glance

Trail in dance

Up I prance

Wind and water holding hands

Particle that lands

 

Restored sight

Twin set in twilight

Black in white

Light in night

Wiggling through the coloured light

Shining on us bright

 

Giggling hens

Rediscovered lens

White rimmed fence

Picket whence

Quantum soup that boiled dense

Trickled from my pens

 

Reading of the poem:

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Vinegar & Salt – Hooverphonic

2 Wicky – Hooverphonic

Mad about You – Hooverphonic

 

The Old Souls Chronicles 1: Lurch

The Old Souls Chronicles 1: Lurch

12 March 2017

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He coughed and the blood brimmed at his lips. He was having a bad time hiding it today. Looking around warily he took his handkerchief out and slowly wiped the sides of his lips. He gazed at the stained kerchief and wondered whether someone would notice it before he could get rid of it. Rolling it into a small ball, he held it within his fist and slowly headed towards the crowd in front of the restaurant. This was the only place they were giving free meals in the neighbourhood and he did not want to miss the meal of the day.

 

When he reached the crowd, they parted slowly giving him space to move closer to the restaurant’s door. It was the usage when someone older joined the crowd and he realised that they were all much younger than him, newcomers. Only a couple of older men and women were now in front of him blocking the entrance to the restaurant. Nobody was really hungry from the look of it but they all were looking forward to the prospect of having an actual meal. Processing air for energy was enough to live on but some missed the old times when you could actually chew something and feel its warmth in your belly. The newcomers only came for the high and the laughs. They found it very funny to try getting energy the old way that their parents spoke about.

 

The passage to the restaurant slowly cleared up and he made his way to the counter. They were serving simili chicken broth as no animals were killed anymore. It was made of vegetables and a special DNA replicating mushroom that replicated the cells and therefore taste of whatever animal was on the menu. It was just a sort of wink to the old timers and their meat-eating days and a way of allowing them to have their preferences without hurting any living being on Gaia.

 

He took the bowl of broth and walked to an unoccupied high chair proceeding to eat hungrily. Realising that some people had started staring, he checked himself to appear less hungry and ate a little less eagerly. It would not sit well with the onlookers if they realised he was actually relying on the meal and not on the air transformation for his energy intake. The warmth of the broth consoled and placated him but it also stirred the fluttering. His chest heaved and he coughed again but this time a bit harder and a bit longer. His body lurched forward mouth spitting forth several bright red spots across his table and on the floor. His immediate neighbours retreated in panic moving swiftly away from him and the ones further away curled up their noses and mouths in disgust.

 

He realised there was no point concealing anymore and put the handkerchief to his lips dabbing them to wipe away the blood. There was a buzz around him and he realised they had called in the health squad. Two of them came towards him. Mr. Ricini said one of them softly. Yes, he answered realizing there was no point lying as they could sense his identity. We are sorry you are experiencing this and can help you put an end to it, pursued the soft-tongued health officer, Aron. I don’t want to put an end to it he said, I want to die. All the onlookers shrank back in surprise and disgust at the notion that someone would actively want to die. The officers looked at each other and then back at him. You cannot do that here Sir, said the other health officer.

 

Suddenly, the meaninglessness and abjection of it all hit him and he felt desolate as their wills pressed against his but he fought back. He was frantic to keep his own desire now that he had expressed it in open space. He laughed and the cough got worse. He stiffened and then suddenly lurched forward mouth spilling blood…

 

Mirror – Lil Wayne ft Bruno Mars

 

 

 

Acknowledging Twists

Acknowledging Twists

29 January 2017

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Mistakes viewed

Rewinding the clocks

Time restart

Heart unbreak

The child understands mistake

The playgrounds subdued

 

We correct

Butterfly effect

Words echoed

Maps zeroed

Bringing back Gulab Jamun

Mistaken for moon

 

Catch the train

Take your own carriage

We drive wrong

When will strong

When the ride is in the mists

Acknowledging twists

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Midnight – Coldplay

Every Teardrop is a Waterfall – Coldplay

In my place – Coldplay

Speed of Sound – Coldplay

Always in my Head – Coldplay

O Fly On – Coldplay

Oceans – Coldplay

Charlie Brown – Coldplay

Paradise – Coldplay

Up & Up – Coldplay

True Love – Coldplay

Miracles – Coldplay

Ink – Coldplay

Yellow – Coldplay

Everything is not lost – Coldplay

Adventures of a Lifetime – Coldplay

Princess of China – Coldplay feat. Rihanna

Hymn for the weekend