Only you come forth
14 May 2020
I know not
Spelling of distress
No more now
I Know how
I am no longer mistress
Of my own heart’s vow
A new leaf
Forgotten the grief
I packed bags
Gathered rags
Elevated to riches
From the keen stitches
Soul mended
Intention set North
I abide
By my rules
I will bow not to the fools
Only you come forth
Reading of the poem:
Lost on You-LP (Salsa Version by Cubaneros)
Fleshy taste of strawberry
13 May 2020
The rancour
Now melting away
Mind knows night
Heart knows day
The soul in between to sway
Springtime steps astray
Summer bloom
Moves springtime too soon
Into past
None to last
Watching bearded chin to groom
Lost in the whiskers
Hidden fruit
Shielded from the eye
In darkness
Your lips curl
Fleshy taste of strawberry
I unearth slowly
Readng of the poem:
Iyeoka – Simply Falling
Solid ground denied
12 May 2020
North and South battle
Irreconcilable straits
Conflict in bosom
Flourishing in reed
Graceful attire of heart
Swaying to the rhythm
Solid ground denied
My soul like a wild gypsy
Yearning for travel
Written in the context of Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 305 using conflict and gypsy. Rules and pingback here
Reading of the poem:
Sam Myers – I Got The Blues
Love only wisdom
11 May 2020
Look closely
There are worlds twirling
Within eyes
Behold sighs
Of the soul resurfacing
Heart to mind clinging
I own books
They speak of strange love
Of a dove
Turned eagle
Flying high above mountains
Freedom reacquired
Question me
My answers are ripe
With the juice
Of my fate
I have forgotten to hate
Love only wisdom
Reading of the poem:
Melody Gardot – Deep Within the Corners of My Mind
My heart blue and wild
10 May 2020
Breathe within
My heart’s mysteries
Dialog
Suspended
The inner chambers obtuse
Clues to mind ended
Raise me steep
On cliffs of morrows
Relinquish
Powers urge
Fail to keep the very surge
Of my bosom’s fate
Hone me slate
Teachers to translate
The lesson
Memory
When I was a lonesome child
My heart blue and wild
Reading of the poem:
Gary Moore – Still got the Blues
Showering raindrops
10 May 2020
I fly high
Within bosom spread
My wings soar
Ever more
I am a kite in the sky
Through the clouds I fly
Nothing lasts
The hurt now swallowed
Deep within
We wallowed
Sunshine then struck off the pain
Shining through the rain
April’s crops
Showering raindrops
Summer’s hay
To follow
As we dance on the rooftops
Listening to May
Reading of the poem:
Mighty sam mcclain – when the hurt is over \ lyrics
For life a tingle
9 May 2020
You ran on
Like an untamed horse
Kicking off
The saddle
Only thing left to cradle
Emptiness within
Breathing in
I will fill myself
With moments
That lasted
Within lungs filled with your taste
I draw in with haste
Unknown zest
For life a tingle
Within me
Deep hidden
Death and life as they mingle
They bring to soul rest
Reading of the poem:
Melody gardot – Love me like a river does
The Shaman Tales 9 : the mutation
8 May 2020
The spell seemed to have worked. It was sent out in the collective consciousness as she knew it needed to be sent out in the open. It was more effective with being read and she knew that she had to inspire herself three years ago from then. She had slid into the timeloop during her altered state of consciousness and inspired herself back in 2017. She had then watched as she created the poem that would provoke the onslaught of what was happening just now. She knew it had to be done. The flu had to be released into the world because the end effect was the mutation that needed to happen. This was the only way that they could resist what GAIA had in store for them. Their lungs needed to mutate into one lung, breathing in a completely different way than how it had breathed up to now.
As with every time she projected herself into the past with the altered consciousness, everything went haywire for her in the present. Devoid of her consciousness, the brain alone was not able to function normally and was clouded by the overwhelming synapse points where the memories were being mixed into the present state of being. The past, the present and the future seemed to all merge into one apocalyptic moment and she could see the waters engulf the land as well as see the ice age that was to follow the overheating of the planet. All those thoughts raced into her head like realities that presented themselves to her. She could see all of it happening as if it were happening in front of her eyes. Meanwhile, her consciousness was inspiring her in the past to create the worded intention and put out the magic spell into the collective consciousness.
Her consciousness saw the words and at the same time saw them manifesting. It was a flu alright, but it was a flu that needed to fundamentally change the human body. Like every time there was a significant shift in the Earth requiring a shift in consciousness and in the bodies, it was always done through a flu or some other pandemic. Her consciousness was then satisfied by what was released and came back to her in the present, right in the nick of time before her mind would go into overdrive with all the stimuli and shut itself out forever. The flu was not as deadly as the Spanish flu before it but they seemed to be afraid of it even more. They called it covid-19 and treated it like it was an enemy. Little did they know that they had to go through the process of catching it in order to mutate. If they did not mutate, they would not be able to survive the shift that GAIA was preparing for them. It had had to be done despite the thousands of deaths. They must all catch the flu to avoid humanity becoming extinct on the planet once GAIA’s program had come into place…
Dead Can Dance “Yulunga” 2005
The Frost Chronicles 6: The secret world of the Marid part 4
7 May 2020
The Marid seemed to sense her presence shortly after she had sunk into the ground and turned to scrutinize her. They did not seem hostile but neither did they seem friendly nor happy that she was there among them. Some of them were whispering to each other and pointing towards her. Others were looking back and forth at her and at her half-father. They seemed to be making some connection. Her half-father rose from his throne laying the scepter aside and made his way through the half circle to where she was.
In a flash she felt herself lifted and the Marid had transported her back into her flat. She had not even felt the resistance of the ground nor did it even seem that time had gone by when she had been lifted into the outside. At the same time the part of her that was high in the skies reintegrated her as if she were a bubble. It made her think of soap bubbles sticking to each other and then forming another larger bubble. Without a further word, the Marid left her and returned to his meeting.
Goëtia
I am all though none
6 May 2020
My heart beats softly
Everlasting tunes in soul
Pouch of bundled joy
I whirl on the Earth
My mind lost in the blue skies
Sketches of castles
Infinite passion
Within finite appearance
I am all though none
Reading of the poem:
Rumi – The Great Mystery (Sufi Poem) ♫
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