Know wheat from its chaff

Know wheat from its chaff

12 March 2016

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Snakeskin oils

Soak knaves, they grasp spoils

Teeth rotten

Tinged yellow

Their hearts of fear turned jello

Looting others’ toils

 

They would wear

Shiniest of silk

The face coarse

Intent greed

Within them flowers the seed

Of malevolence

 

Beyond looks

See the wilting heart

Dress code smart

Eye contact

A fading sheep seeks pretense

Wolf jumps over fence

 

Unshaken

The brave in truth’s foils

Purest white

Mind’s delight

Their hearts with love filled in light

Giving is their might

 

They bear tear

Of the journey’s ilk

The voice hoarse

The weak’s stead

Innocents their sheltered thread

Heart’s benevolence

 

Within books

See the beating heart

Simple life

Power’s strife

Of shepherds they bear the staff

Know wheat from its chaff

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Hojar – AlPha-X

Nocturnal Trip – AlPha-X

Sahara – AlPha-X

An Indian Summer – AlPha-X

Rain – AlPha-X

Blue Love – AlPha-X

Through the flying times I knelt

Through the flying times I knelt

27 February 2016

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We are born

Like in a whirlwind

The hours strike

Our birth’s time

Like flame of burning candle

Sketched in the tempest

 

We grow needs

The crowning of life

Wilting through

What heart heeds

Within the morrows I sow

Food for my own thought

 

There are shades

Painted within me

Where I find

Alternates

Possibilities to breathe

Scarcity of you

 

We are born

Like paper airplanes

The winds lift

The winds rip

They set us lone and adrift

From our shining selves

 

I am not

My death is open

Like a book

Angular

Each corner a tilting point

Where I die some more

 

The fate blind

She grants me token

Of morrows

Where I lie

A closed copy of myself

Within deep set grave

 

We are born

Like a flight of geese

Panicked flight

Left to right

The Northern skies ours to please

As we yearn Southern

 

Fortune said

She favours the brave

I forgot

How it felt

To wish upon a new day

Untainted by sigh

 

Holy grails

Within my faint grasp

Air leaving

As I gasp

Through the flying times I knelt

My tidings the nails

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Distorted Angels – Archive

Axiom – Archive

 

What is this madness?

What is this madness?

19 August 2015

 

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I wake before dawn

Having slept at its onset

Verily refreshed

 

If you are handler

Let my body be handles

That you may hold me

 

Thoughts of you suffuse

My very core as they light

Every handle’s fires

 

I became candle

That you may see in the dark

During your journeys

 

I became your feet

That I may lift your being

To the highest states

 

Elevated, free

You trod upon me never

We flew in heavens

 

Like your cloak of skies

I sleep with your sweet setting

Within me you rise

 

The suns wilting, skulk

At this radiance of you

As your soul unfolds

 

The moon unabashed

Held mirror to your image

And stole your silver

 

Sun and moon conspired

In wake of your glorious light

To cast you shadows

 

What is this madness

That day is night, night is day

And you stay the One?

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