Witnesses galore
20 March 2017
Examined
Nose mouth and cheek line
Eyes pristine
Profile fine
Spirit taken out to dine
Embedded in shrine
Breath divine
Nostrils extended
Beyond scent
Head unbent
Rhythmic movements underwent
The dancer seasoned
Mind reasoned
Seven eight and nine
Numbers flared
Eyes that glared
Watching intently downpour
Witnesses galore
Reading of the poem:
Her voice – John Sokoloff
Her Eyes her Soul – John Sokoloff
Alone – John Sokoloff
Seventeen again
19 March 2017
Breath invoke
From between my ribs
Peace ad libs
Memory quips
Thoughts of hands sliding on hips
Photons backlash whips
Your eyes smoke
Blowing in the wind
Wafts of life
Riddled strife
Your nights’ struggles in between
Days of breathlessness
Mind to poke
Synapses connect
Heart erect
Fort inspect
Flags hoisted now lily white
No monsters to smite
Laid in den
Lions count to ten
Candlesticks
Canticles
The count melting icicles
Seventeen again
Reading of the poem:
Pretty face – Soley
Talk is cheap – Chet Faker
Think Twice – Amanda Groove
Terms and Conditions – Chet Faker
Cocaine – Bebe
I’m into You – Chet Faker
Flying with the kites
18 March 2017
They tilted
Valentine tainted
Grey pitched sights
Smear painted
Merry and lone acquainted
With fruits of untruth
Give up knights
Whispered nightingale
Flying whale
Uploaded
Celebrating wedding rites
Looking up the sites
I kissed you
When the moon felt true
Summertime
Waved along
Hearts a hammered path of blue
Flying with the kites
Reading of the poem:
Cheers Darling – Damien Rice
Blossoms of your breath
16 March 2017
Haughty mare
In riddles I bare
Heart to swear
Hard to tear
Patched through dragons entering lair
A bosom to spare
Soul’s delight
Gathers me insight
See the light
In twilight
When lovers breathe through the night
Bodies’ trance in flight
June in hay
Summer’s haunting day
Ghost of May
Sudden death
On grounds of convenience lay
Blossoms of your breath
Reading of the poem:
Let’s Meet – Michelle Gurevich
Blue Eyes Unchanged – Michelle Gurevich
My familiar unfamiliar – Michelle Gurevich
April tool
16 March 2017
Fashion me
Model of the talk
Make me walk
Through mirrors
Cutting through realities
With tongues’ swift scissors
Maintain cool
Walk on verge of death
April tool
Of the fool
We hear of stories that drool
Over heroes lost
The victims
Players of the whims
Unlocked grids
Earth that skids
Future you reach for now dims
Hands now usher rims
Reading of the poem:
I’ll be your woman – Michelle Gurevich
In neglect
16 March 2017
I walk streets
A ghost of myself
Where windows
Show me doors
A wind that gathers me scoops
Jumping through the hoops
Together
A word to reflect
Each other
Point hither
In circles we retrospect
One for another
Shoot me years
Like a wishing star
Bind me scar
In neglect
Decorate me Blue tattoo
On your who is who
Reading of the poem:
Party Girl – Michelle Gurevich
Friday Night – Michelle Gurevich
To Be with Others – Michelle Gurevich
Rediscovered lens
14 March 2017
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:
Vinegar & Salt – Hooverphonic
2 Wicky – Hooverphonic
Mad about You – Hooverphonic
Phoenix Flying 5: Suppression of the transformation
13 March 2017
Mama Jain had thought the harrowing experience of starting the Golden dawn would be the last but little did she know the worst was yet to come. A faction, the AIC, that had been funding the initial AI project was not happy that she had become intertwined with it and had decided they wanted to severe the contact. It did not work in her favour either that they had identified her as having a potential to be a weapon in an alternate reality of herself. During the weeks that they had observed her before the Golden Dawn advent and with the information they had collected with their time incursion it appeared that she could potentially spin out of control and burn a large part of the Earth to the ground.
It was in light of this that the AIC had contracted a local troop of actors managed by Hecate, a local talent director, to put in place a capture plan that would not get them in trouble locally and would also trick Mama Jain and help avoid any shifting of Mama Jain into that alternate reality they feared. Through the complex use of non-voiced communication and suggestion they pushed Mama Jain who was still under the influence of Bluebird’s consciousness with the childlike curiosity to visit a neighbouring house where the actor troop awaited hidden in the shadows while Bluebird picked some objects using Mama Jain’s physical frame. Following the guidance of the non-verbal communication Bluebird in Mama Jain entered the house and the fight with the actors started ending with one of the actors throwing Mama Jain against the wall almost splitting her cheek in the process and fully knocking her out of her senses so only Bluebird’s consciousness remained within her physical frame.
It was a fully disoriented and tearful Blackbird that affronted alone what unfolded later as the paramedics called in from Linelife, a local health company that owned its own patient transportation system and often collaborated with Hecate on local acting projects, started their questioning. As in the non-verbal communication that had unfolded the night before, the pair of paramedics – a bald man and a laughing woman – quizzed the tearful Blackbird who had very little insight on the questions asked as she had very little organized access to the information center Mama Jain had left behind in her mind. Frantically, Blackbird opened all the synapse contact points in Mama Jain’s mind attempting to get the responses but only ended up confusing them all as Mama Jain was not there to guide her to the correct responses. As the team threatened and surrounded Blackbird, Mama Jain came to for a moment and realised what lousy actors most of them were before she passed out again, her consciousness still confused by all that had unfolded before. Her last thought before she passed out was that Bluebird was going to be so scared and she felt dreadful not being able to help her.
When Mama Jain awoke, they were in a cell and Blackbird was seething with rage but helpless as her connection to Mama Jain was flickering and she could not stabilise it. Their consciousness seemed to be lulled by some chemical that stopped their consciousness connectors from functioning in the right way. Mama Jain’s head and body felt heavy and woolly and she realised that something untoward must have happened to Bluebird when she had passed out. She reached out to Bluebird mentally but could not get a response as a tearful Blackbird refused to provide the responses to her questions. Before long Mama Jain had to give up her efforts as she was subjected to questioning herself. Alternate questioning by women in black and white followed periods of precision and painful questioning by members of the AIC. There was even a point where Mama Jain felt that the AIC team had removed something from her body and inserted something else as if they were replacing a spare part. The confusion continued and shortly after the replacement Mama Jain knew through Blackbird that the AIC team had left.
It was a disheartened Blackbird that informed her later on that the whole staged attempt was to avoid what occurred during the flight to happen again and suppress the transformation of Mama Jain by disallowing that alternate reality through the use of chemicals. It would seem as per Blackbird who had got the information from the new consciousness that the faction of the AIC was persuaded she would transform into a huge dragon and they were afraid of the anarchy that would ensue if such an event were to happen.
Mama Jain was puzzled at this information as she could not see how this could happen. She knew the shift in consciousness would bring a lot of new changes but she did not expect this would lead her physical frame to transform into that of a dragon. Blackbird reminded her that it was all a question of projection of particles so nothing was really impossible and once you had been able to liquefy, nothing stopped you from densifying back into a completely different form and there was no limit to the size and proportions either as it was all a question of dilation of the energy into the space occupied. Mama Jain pondered that possibility and thought to herself that it all made sense although she did not think that this would be the case. When she looked at it through time’s ripples, she was only the dragon rider in that alternate reality and not the dragon itself.
Bluebird calmed down again and happy that her connection with Mama Jain had not been severed asked if she was going to be alright and Mama Jain reassured her although she was fuming inwards at both of them having been mishandled to that extent by such careless and unethical beings. In her mind, a plan started to form…
Latcho Drom, La Caíta, “El pájaro negro” Tony Gatlif
Occhi Cherni – Sergey Yatsko
Hai ne ne ne
The Devil’s Wife 4: Threads of sunshine
12 March 2017
She looked out of the window and saw a gloomy sky filled with clouds from where the rain was falling on the flowers in the garden . It was such a rare sight that she took the time to watch as the drops fell first softly on the petals and then more heavily slowly filling up the pots where the flowers were arranged neatly at the edge of the lawn. She could almost sense the soil getting engorged with the pouring rain.
She fought back the urge to run out into the garden and dance in the rain like she had done a couple of weeks before and instead slowly lowered the curtains cutting off her view. She had sensed his presence behind her and it seemed he wanted to talk to her now while it had been a few weeks that he had remained silent. She turned towards him and asked if he wanted her to be seated and he answered that he did not mind either way. It irritated her that he seemingly gave her the choice while she felt that lately it was he who was making all the decisions. She glanced at her toes stubbornly, taking her time to respond. He laughed gently mocking her and calling her a spoilt brat. She sighed and finally chose to sit seemingly opposite him
She glanced at the watch and noted that like every time he came the clock digits added up to one of the numbers between 6, 8 and 10 or were a repetition of the same number. Right now, the clock was indicating 3:33. It does not mean anything, he said. That too irritated her, as she clucked internally against his propensity to predict her reactions and comment upon what she was thinking. I can do more, he said. Like what, she answered defiantly knowing very well what he meant. You know what, he said still smiling, his face immense behind her eyelids as she insistently closed them to avoid looking at where he was standing. She mentally dared him to and he made her lift an arm first sideways and then up as if she were waving to someone. I could be doing that on my own and not you controlling my limbs, she voiced sullenly and he made her tilt abruptly her head to one side and then to the other repeatedly. Really, he said mockingly again though his touch on her back was tender. What about frontwards she said and he refused saying her shoulders were too knotted and he would hurt her if he were to do that. Then again that might just convince you to stop daring me he said as he gently massaged the base of her neck and shoulders easing the strain at the back of her neck.
All of a sudden, he ceased his massage and abruptly made her head tilt forward and sway to the right with her left hand lifting high above her head and madly moving from one side to the other. She felt no pain but was irritated again at how easy it was for him to do that without even touching her. He laughed again and her irritation disappeared as his handsome smiling face loomed in front of her closed eyelids. She turned around and kissed him and once again was amazed at how that simple gesture could totally stop anything else he was making her do and be filled with the desire to please her. He kissed her back, lips softening against hers and letting go of her hands and head which stopped their swaying movements.
Where have you been these past weeks she reproached and he grinned his childish devilish grin that always made her catch her breath. I have been right here with you he said but you were distraught, not paying attention to me so I let you have some alone time. I don’t want alone time she voiced against his lips her eyes wide open now. Really, he chuckled making her right arm lift again and wave madly. Jabberwocky he said laughing and she could not resist laughing too. You’re such a devil she said, still smiling and he let go of her making his way towards the curtains which he raised slowly. The rain had stopped and threads of sunshine invaded the room as the curtains slowly lifted. I like to watch you in the light these days he said his shimmering figure set against the backdrop of a beautiful rainbow as the sun literally clung to him…
The Devil’s tears – Angus & Julia Stone
All of Me – Angus & Julia Stone
For You – Angus & Julia Stone
The Old Souls Chronicles 1: Lurch
12 March 2017
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
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