The Cleopatra Tales 11 – The Everlastingness of soul

The Cleopatra Tales 11 - The Everlastingness of soul
30 March 2023
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Behold Geetha cometh forth on day this in the form exact of a soul living.
Their soul is in Geetha. Standeth thy soul among the gods.

Hail, Geetha this! cometh to thee the eye of Horus, it speaketh with thee. He hath plucked his eye from himself, he hath given it unto thee to strengthen thee. Therewith that thou mayest prevail with it among the khus

Cometh to thee thy soul which is among the gods. Pure is thy soul among the gods.
As liveth Hathor, and as liveth the soul in Netat, so liveth Geetha this.
It placeth thy soul Geetha this among the greater and lesser cycles of the gods in the form of the uræi [which] are on thy brow.

Behold Geetha this, thy soul is the soul of Annu; behold thy soul is the soul of Nekhen; behold thy soul is the soul of Pe; behold thy soul is a star living, behold, among its brethren.
I am Shu [the God] of unformed matter. My soul is God, my soul is eternity

Reading of the Egyptian prayer/incantation:

Ancient Egyptian Music | Songs of the Pharaoh

In scent’s memory

In scent’s memory 
17 March 2023
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Snowdrops wilted face
Hidden thoughts of forgiveness
Frostbite a habit

Elongated shades
Lifetimes of togetherness
corpses of morrows

Musketeers battling
My eyelids a moist valley
Future renderings

My mind sits so still
in flutter of a heartbeat
I hear thousand drums 

Lilies in the night
sixty-six and six hundred
sacrificed in flight

Bottomless terror
Roots of nothingness prevail
Heart in black to sail

Pantomimes dance wild
I harbour within me child
of golden years dreamt

I scale back horrors
Endings rewind beginnings
Magic soars within

In scent’s memory
I can smell the spring coming
oozing out of trees

Tomorrow’s leaves fly
Crunch of green lift my feet slight
Windows heed doors’ cry

Reading of the poem: 
Messiah Project – Error Maya Life Goes On

Hush hush now

Hush hush now 
1 March 2023
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Hush hush now Mama will build a boat
Just to keep you and me afloat
And if we were to never meet a land
Mama would build a castle made of sand

Yesterday was full of lights in the sky
From ground they reached a burning tidal high
And when the flames seared higher than my cry
I watched them run wilder than hopes would die

Hush hush now Mama will fill your throat
With cries to fly beyond the highest note
The flags will rise above the waving hands
The music will break through the dancing bands

Tomorrow’s crops are burnt for ever more
The gaping hedges drizzling in downpour
And when the wheat’s prices were to soar
She gave them fields of seeds that many bore

Hush hush now Mama will knead the bread
So gently when you’re a million dead
The fallen hark for every word she said
An emblem lost from mind of every head

We once saw the Earth burning like a pyre
From each dark cry their lips would expire
And when I lay beside you on the fire
We rekindled flames blazing higher and higher 

Reading of the poem:
Singing of the poem:
Poets of the Fall - Daze