I stand tall through time

I stand tall through time
18 November 2025
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Come hither
See my eyes stay wide
By new laws
I abide
Escaping the wolf pack’ jaws
I retrieve feathers

Earth stands still
as I remove traps
The children
grow in laps
of mothers of tomorrow
from peace they instil

Hearts turn whole
from the healing touch
all dangers
lose their clutch
As I weave the coded rhyme
I stand tall through time

Reading of the poem:
Ain’t No Storm Wild Enough to Break Me - Bertha Mae Lightning (1952 Lost Blues Tape | Female Blues)

In bosom brightened

In bosom brightened
17 November 2025
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Yesterday
I looked into dark
Brittle spark
bade me sight
I compounded triple night
for Earth to repay

World harsh is
renews cycles’ pains
Within me
rainbow stains
I grow strong like the marshes
wading into sea

Water flows
within my blue veins
Gathering
my remains
I rebirth into myself
forsaking all help

I shine on
All sadness now gone
Within me
Purple tree
speaks of shadows united
in bosom brightened

Reading of the poem:
Wounds turned to Wings | Soulful rnb for Healing Hearts – Tiana Jade

Je suis dans ailleurs / I am elsewhere

Je suis dans ailleurs (see translation into English below the first youtube video)
16 novembre 2025
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Mon cœur bat
et la Terre s’envole
équipée
farandoles
mes yeux s’enfoncent de nuitées
à compter tes pas

Demain luit
dans les profondeurs
de la nuit
Tout finit
dans nos indicibles lueurs
au jeu de l’oubli

Rêve posthume
m’habille de senteurs
comme la brume
qui enfume
ma poitrine d’un doux malheur
Je suis dans ailleurs

Lecture du poème:
Élise de Lune - Là-bas


I am elsewhere
November 16, 2025
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My heart beats
and the Earth takes flight
equipped
in farandoles
my eyes sink from nights
counting your steps

Tomorrow shines
in the depths
of the night
Everything ends
in our indefinable glimmers
in the game of oblivion

Posthumous dream
clothes me in scents
like the mist
that fills
my chest with a sweet sorrow
I am elsewhere

Reading of the poem:
Sia - I am Healing (2025 Ai Music Video)

Opening the door

Opening the door
16 November 2025
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Hordes charging
into very depths
of our minds
Soul reminds
of the stories within hearts
Love is of the arts

We breathe low
our throats cross to bear
liquid glow
of the birth
Tendrils locking inside Earth
for body to share

Veins straining
against the poison
Heart knowing
we listen
The fetid mouths breathe reasons
in between treasons

I wake see
body upon floor
Limbs tender
surrender
to gusts of life inside me
opening the door

Back to three
Unknown trilogy
we cycle
against odds
fighting against cattle prods
will to recycle

We rise fast
outgrowing the past
our seeds new
chosen few
we will fight until the last
against the fake hue

Reading of the poem:
Veil of Silence — Ember’s Whisper Reignited

The old souls’ chronicles 6 : the great calm restored

The old souls’ chronicles 6 : the great calm restored
15 November 2025
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Tony caught Aron’s body just before it hit the ground. He had not thought it would be a good idea to leave Aron all alone but he had had to agree to give him the possibility of processing his grief fully on his own. Although most of the youngsters after his generation had foregone their right to experience fully emotions, especially the negative ones, he had felt that Aron was different and deserved a chance to process his feelings fully even though it was grief. Tony had never thought that the chancellor’s suggestion of a new world without too many emotions was a good solution. The chancellor had made it seem like it was the heightened feelings, especially the negative ones that caused all the problems in the world like wars, distorted enactments of feelings such as with psychopaths or sociopaths, all the terrible things that criminals would do, animated by anger, hatred and all other negative feelings.

With the first generation, it had been a mass administration of drugs coupled with lobotomy-like procedures in order to dull the new generation’s feelings and reduce their emotional responses. A generation later, it was mainly drugs and after that, it was through processes akin to eugenics. Tony and his wife Hegat were one of the couples that had chosen to stay the way they were, able to emote freely and increasingly getting a select status of being called “the old souls” because they were the last of the old generation that was able to freely feel and express their feelings. They never gave in to all the solicitations of lobotomy or drug use to make their emotions softer, but preferred to stay the way they were, capable of feeling the whole range of emotions up to their most extreme levels. In fact, not only did they retain their feelings but they also developed the skill of conveying such feelings to others through touch and worded expressions.

Tony looked at Aron. So much for creating a generation of youngsters who did not feel too much or seek to have negative feelings he thought. Here was one of those youngsters, one of the first generation that had had negative emotions removed both by procedures and drugs, yet he had some of those negative feelings left and wanted to experience one of the stronger more negative ones such as grief. The remainder of his generation only felt a sense of justice and equanimity and the chancellor had created generations of obedient fun-loving youngsters who only lived for the mild fun of a certain series of acts but did not care for what was happening at the top nor ever want to contest any of its rulings. This was how you governed easily a population, he thought, by creating them incapable of strong feelings.

Tony pressed his palms against Aron’s temples and started massaging them while speaking to him soothingly about love and how it alleviated all negative emotions. He told him that even though his wife had died, the love she had for him had never died and was present all throughout their home. He told him to try to gain access to these feelings. With a small swipe of his hands around the room, Tony collected the feelings of love that were still present throughout it and passed them onto Aron’s temples and his occipital region. Aron reacted with a shiver and a smile started spreading across his lips before he opened his eyes, slowly gathering the scene around him. His eyes met Tony’s eyes and tears welled in them as he realised Tony had saved him. He felt the love swarm into his chest and fill him with a sense of relief and happiness. This was not the fun feeling that most of his generation experienced but a full blown sensation of happiness. Inside him a great calm was now replacing the relief and happiness he had felt. It was as if nothing could ever break him again and he felt like he had evolved in such a short time into a different kind of being, stronger, more resilient, more capable of feeling things almost like the old souls.

"Once again" - Short Dance Film / Stefano Terrazzino & Paulina Biernat / Music: Abel Korzeniowski

My heart for my King

My heart for my King
10 November 2025
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The night sleeps
under writhing stains
Dusk had torn
my remains
Every day the maiden weeps
the knight was unborn

I held fate
within open palms
Right or left
now instate
my hands expert in the theft
devoid of all qualms

Silver boon
taken out of place
Angered moon
bent on fire
throws me in deepest disgrace
circumstances dire

My nerves twitch
my quest a lost lamp
through the rain
dark and damp
though the light my eyes bewitch
show my lion’s mane

Shed my skin
Forbid this aching
Expend pain
now within
My soul would remit again
my heart for my King

Slow he hides
within December
by rules abides
though will strong
Heart lit by brightest ember
with mine sings along

Reading of the poem:
Tha Oriana - Haunt me forever

Mon vieux cœur bat en silence / My old heart beats in silence

Mon vieux cœur bat en silence
8 novembre 2025
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Je suis morte
un jour de blanche neige
Mes abats
sonnent trépas
Avant j’étais encore forte
Je soutenais siège

Les cieux bleus
annoncent mon cortège
vieux vestiges
d’un aveu
Un clair de lune qui m’abrège
dément mon vertige

Hier encore
Je tressais lilas
fleurs de nuit
fuyant corps
épuisé par les ébats
mensonges de l’ennui

Jour démence
s’élève dans ciel gris
les oiseaux
tombent en cris
Mon vieux cœur bat en silence
couvert oripeaux

Lecture du poème:
Élise de Lune - Lune




My old heart beats in silence
November 8, 2025
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I died
on a day of white snow
My entrails
ring death
Before, I was still strong
I held the siege

The blue skies
announce my procession
old ruins
of a confession
A moonlight that shortens me
denies my vertigo

Just yesterday
I was braiding lilacs
night flowers
fleeing a body
exhausted by the frolics
lies of boredom

Day of madness
rises in a gray sky
the birds
fall with cries
My old heart beats in silence
covered in faded finery

Reading of the poem:
The Last Goodbye – Deep Emotional Cinematic Mix DJ Artemida Emotions

I unwind in you

I unwind in you
4 November 2025
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Royalty
breathes within sternum
to maintain
decorum
Dragon gains audacity
remembered, not slain

The rules bent
they forego intent
Rising tides
where it hides
beckoning to hollowed space
of alien race

See irate
they gather at will
Shining gates
awe instil
Palace shimmers in their eye
suppressing their cry

The doors heave
Elders to bereave
glisten white
head to fight
their members reducing slow
though the numbers grow

Speech floats low
Nothing said is true
Rates below
risk’s return
Though for respite I do yearn
I unwind in you

Reading of the poem:
Valley of Dry Bones – Moses Black / Jamaican Orthodox

The old souls’ chronicles 5 : grief’s stronghold

The old souls’ chronicles 5 : grief’s stronghold
2 November 2025
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When Aron reaches his house, he feels that strange foreboding though laced with excitement. He had not spoken about the foreboding with Tony as they had only worked on the initial feelings of grief together but he could recognise it from the scriptures of it that he had got on the black market. Tony did not know it but he and Hegat were not the only ones who carried the forbidden feelings that were not to use with the youngsters. There were other old souls that did not abide by the rules because they lived in between the old and the new worlds. They did not go completely against the system like he had attempted to do by aging and actually resorting to real food. They just lived in between, got sustenance from the transformation of energy and slowing their aging process but without keeping the chancellor’s prescribed liquid in their veins to remain young forever.

Aron opened the door and once again the preternatural form of his wife came to greet him at the door. He took the pulse tube and shot the grief into his veins. The sorrow that ensued was unsurmountable, and he caved in like a wick abandoning its flame, dragged under by the liquid released by the candle. All life seemed to have escaped his body and there was no healing to come from Tony’s hands like when he had first administered grief to him through his hands, mind and heart. His eyes searing with pain, Aron looked around the room wondering where the ethereal form of his wife had gone. All of a sudden, it seemed like she was darting in and out all over the room, jumping from one place to another. Each time he saw her, it was like his heart was yanked out of his body and the tears were like flames dousing his cheeks, his throat and his heart just below.

He winced and tried clearing his eyesight each time but the searing was back every time he saw her. He tried to rise from where he had fallen but to no avail. It was like he did not have legs anymore but was just a mass of grief, flames and a jellylike body. He wished he had not given in to his folly of experimenting such a strong sensation on his own and what more in the house where his wife had died, as she no longer wanted to continue living. It was strange that his wife, such a young one who was much younger than him, had given in to the same troubles that Tony had been going through. She was no old soul so why had this nostalgia and desire to die befallen her? Aron had thought that through the knowledge of grief he could understand what she had gone through but it was all too debilitating for him. He felt his heart burn with the grief until he could stand it no more. I am going to die here all alone, he thought before he fainted….

Damiano David - Nothing Breaks Like a Heart

Flutters in the Heart

Flutters in the Heart
31 October 2025
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Life borders
imagination
running wild
reckless child
without confines from orders
ne’er subdued nor mild

Some lay flat
the world crushing orb
slain digits
they absorb
obedience to fake limits
to the race a rat

Some rise high
irreducible
their minds fly
into blue
Opportunities in sky
overcome trouble

In between
humble scholars walk
Their grave stance
subtle talk
born of awareness fragrance
they move in balance

I see we
mapping second Truth
in wars end
Solemn truce
images on retina
morrow’s aurora

The whispers
of the world’s others
moving through
my ribcage
they transpose into new age
flutters in the Heart

Reading of the poem:
Aurora – Dreams