Blown away 16 July 2023
I lifted myself to the edge of his chin He kissed me softly And I was so blissfully Blown away He willed me to stay Gust of winds thundered on they hugged me starkly And I was so helplessly Blown away He aimed at their heads while they ran terror-struck He squeezed the trigger And they were mercilessly Blown away Reading of the poem:
Delerium - Lamentation
The way of the breath 25 November 2020
Outlook opening within the mind a sparkle zest of life’s vigour Growth of energy in landscapes of a picture hanging in my head Seascapes designs show outline of an entity forming from essence Contours’ perspective a vision of a being prospect of morrows A quick glimpse to view aspects of the living soul The look of the heart The stretch of the sight A scene of silent beauty The way of the breath Reading of the poem: Dinka - Mute Your Life And Float
Written in the context of Ronovan Writes weekly Haiku challenge using the words “life”, “view” and their synonyms. For rules and other contributions, follow this link https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/11/23/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-333-life-and-view/
Music flooded head 13 November 2020 In the beginning the rhythm set to basic primordial human Melodies renewed Frontal lobe early signal of evolution Healing sounds soothed soul Leading out of deep caverns where darkness fought light It mends in two keys reconciling opposites the rift now repaired Prime numbers plotted a pathway to fixing scores for blindness to treat First light restored sight Reviving sounds tickled ear Music flooded head Reading of the poem:
Imagine Dragons - Believer
Written in the context of Ronovan Writes weekly Haiku challenge using the words “first” “heal” and their synonyms. For rules and other contributions, follow this link here https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/11/09/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-331-first-heal/
The Shaman tales 5: Uncovering the shamanic gift
25 March 2020
She had always known she was a white witch, but it was only recently that she had found out that she was also a shaman. The knowledge had come to her after a particularly striking episode when she had been dancing to trance music and had experienced a shamanic journey into another world. She never consumed drugs so knew that there had to be truth to that journey. It was a world where spirits walked in fumes with nothing separating them from other human beings. She had looked around her in the night club and nobody else seemed to be noticing the spirits yet all of them were dancing to the same music she was dancing to.
She looked around her fascinated. The stroboscopic lights cast around filled the fumes of the spirits with various lights making them look like rainbows disintegrating on the dance floor. She wondered what the spirits were doing in the night club. Were they not meant to be somewhere more peaceful, she thought? One spirit seemed to realize that she was looking right at it and not through it and came up close to her. She was not sure she felt comfortable enough this close to it and raised a hand. It went right through the spirit who laughed. It was not a wicked laugh, just a friendly amused one. She laughed back. They were not as terrible as many made them to be. They only wanted to be part of this world just like us, she thought.
That was all before she discovered the extent of the Shamanic gift. How it could allow her to summon either the raven’s rains or the fires of the phoenix. That was before she discovered that the combination of the witch capacities and the shamanic gift could help mold consciousness itself
Cyberion – Strange Signals
The Cleopatra Tales 1: Divine Union – Hieros Gamos
Set against moonfall
30 December 2015
The fleeting travels
Of bees, birds and of fireflies
Across winter skies
The breath of Thunder
Bolting through the cloudy shroud
A blanket of stars
Bright the eerie nights
As shadows slink into lights
Waning mysteries
Dissolve the cobwebs
Spiders’ work will blow no more
Chilly winds of Toth
Slaves of yesterday
Rise to seasonal high tides
Spring will set them free
The smiles of morrows
Etched in infinity’s bluebells
Between bow and tie
Days will cut fabrics
Nights will stitch together hems
Of blackbirds new flags
Weeping in past tense
Hearts dawn to new reckonings
Upon sunlit paths
The sun will set blaze
A cross tidal waves that climb
Within Heart’s waters
Christen the daughters
Ivy, Jasmine, Mistletoe
The winding creepers
Shutters braced open
With all of Heart’s bright vessels
Golden beginnings
Of Gold the linings
Stained red with tinmen’s droplets
Vessels of Copper
Of thirteenth the month
A backdrop of new life’s roots
Set against moonfall
As Night turns to Day – Arcana
Before it escapes my reach
7 December 2015
This vanishing world
I want to swallow its fluff
Morrows’ candy threads
Let them glue me pink
Upon my eternal blue
Rainbows’ beginnings
Deep within my soul
I want to lock its treasures
Relish them in chest
The throbbing stillness
Lies wake in me through Night’s sleep
Breath in me serene
The Sun rises East
Waking new Worlds to the Dawn
That births in Sorrows
Farewell to the world
Heaves in my blossoming Heart
As it lulls the Tides
I touch it fading
Before it escapes my reach
Into Oblivion
Before the Dawn – Evanescence
I thought I should share what sunrise looks like from my balcony so added this as an afterthought. I am yet to take a full video of the time from night to dawn and transform it into a timelapse piece. Meanwhile I hope you like the below:
Now that the trail has gone cold
15 November 2015
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In the beginning
Time washed me on empty shores
Shell of air that hung
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She breathed me Fire
Mother wove me from her womb
Golden thread for stars
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She covered me clay
Rising tides her Oceans spent
Nights on my dark hair
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She swelled me tremors
Beating Heart she raised me high
Tidal waves my blood
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She kneaded me bread
The black and the white she joined
Every mouth to feed
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I wake in her ice
Now that the trail has gone cold
Heart follows her scent
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Only my Mother
Scent of Jasmine knew her feet
Ambrosian Life
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The Cranberries – Zombie
The Cranberries – Dreams
The Cranberries – Animal Instinct
Seeing you through I
3 November 2015
When did it begin?
I have no thread to follow
Beginning is end
The mountains are rich
With treasures of Beloved
Icicles are grapes
I who did not drink
Walk dazed in drunken stupor
From heavenly scents
You are everywhere
Earth pulses with your Heartbeats
That call out to skies
You are all sweetness
A slithering snake’s venom
Becomes bees’ honey
For every question
You gave all answers before
Universal One
Seeing You through I
I saw myself in your Light
Your Kingdom become
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