Stormy weather stains

Stormy weather stains

23 February 2018

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Lightning strikes on plains

The dark one losing his gains

Expunged all our pains

 

Desert landscapes sigh

Behold the thundering sky

Truth is born from lie

 

Haughty mares shake manes

Dragons’ blood courses through veins

Sun and moon in lanes

 

Spirits soaring high

Eagles and falcons now fly

Nature to comply

 

The gleaming moon wanes

Willing the skies as it rains

Stormy weather stains

 

Reading of the poem: 

Ly O Lay Ale Loya (Circle Dance) ~ Native Song

Drums of Thunder (Native American Music) Mountain Spirits

Calming Native American Flute over Thunderstorm

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U5r95066RjM

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Like water rocks boat

5 September 2017

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Salvation

In crowning union

Two split halves

Facing three

Dented portions’ oblivion

Tears of forgiver

 

Deliver

Thunders of chosen

The footstep

Loosened grip

The buckle nodding at tip

Dancer’s angle straight

 

Mark my speech

Blood of Messenger

Strident cross

Wayward toss

Coins slipping from eyes shut

Like water rocks boat

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Nebula – Sleep Dealer

Muted – Sleep Dealer

The tenth Planet – Sleep Dealer

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H4j0Q0iGkdY

Arrival

Arrival

4 June 2017

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Revival

Embedded white code

To explode

As they rode

In sunset of the bloodlines

Reeking through the vines

 

Survival

Banished from abode

Sunny road

Where they goad

The heart in field of the mines

On grey matter dines

 

Arrival

Power of anode

Heavy load

To erode

The limitless shakes confines

Following the signs

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Death in June – The Enemy Within

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cs-X7t9r7tU

Building Grey

Building Grey

5 May 2017

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Humans stray

Locked into the Frey

Building Grey

Brothers slay

The blood that all ills will weigh

Dissolving the way

 

Reading of the poem: 

The Storm – As Seas Exhale

 

Blue kingdoms my fleet

Blue kingdoms my fleet

16 December 2016

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Genius

The light in the mind

Two of kind

Blood rewind

A twin bird from a dark cell

Ripping cage corners

 

Ravenous

Brittle Heart’s outcry

From the split

Of close knit

A chest breaking teeth to grit

Skies path candlelit

 

Gracious

Punctuality

Kings respect

None to fret

We hasten to seconds met

Within Earthly Times

 

Radius

Mid of my circle

Riddled Pi

My mind’s eye

Takes me places where I lie

Within God’s bosom

 

Glorious

Unveiled symphonies

Mind at ease

None to tease

Cradled lion on his knees

Master of the breeze

 

Rapturous

Final encounter

Your footstep

In Heartbeat

The bells ringing as we meet

Blue kingdoms my fleet

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Closure – Arcana

Medea – Arcana

Lost in Time – Arcana

In Memoriam – Arcana

Icons – Arcana

God of the Winds – Arcana

 

The Scribes 2 : Releasing the Primal

The Scribes 2:  Releasing the Primal

14 December 2016

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Scribe 23 was holding a locket that belonged to her Master and had been sent to her through his representatives. It was attached to a gold chain that had hung from her Master’s neck and was now swinging around her own. In the locket were inscribed the words invocatio and opposite the words there was a tiny vial that contained a few drops of the blood of the first Master, Elohim, who had passed the locket on to his first disciple Gabriel. She played around with the locket nervously while pondering whether her Master would deem it was the Time to leave yet and join him. Outside, in the outline of the sky, she could guess the dawn arriving but the city was still sleeping.

 

In one swift movement, she leapt out of the window and flew to the nearest building. She had first been exhilarated about having acquired this new skill but now it was getting tedious as she had to keep using the energy to do that. She had conjured items with too many usage times for the city and nobody needed anything anymore so she had to reduce the overflowing energy floating around so as to avoid the fate of those who had imploded. Throughout the years too much energy had accumulated within her as she had conjured very often and people had rewarded her immensely with their flow.

 

Perched on the top of the nearby building, she observed her own dwelling lying several meters below. She knew that she was not supposed to as they were essentially nomads but she had grown fond of this dwelling where she had stayed longer than with the others. Despite her attachment to it, she knew though that in an instant she would leave it if the Time did come. She wondered when the Master would summon her and why it was that his teachings had only been from afar unlike how it was for all the other Master-disciple relationships. Ever since the first time he had transferred half of his energy to her, it had been a period of enchantment going from one discovery to another but she had always wondered why he had not simply come into her life openly. Yet she could hardly complain as he accompanied her every step and watched over her at every moment, giving her guidance on every small matter she required assistance on.

 

Scribe 23 floated down from the building and walked back to the entrance of her dwelling. Dawn submerged the horizons in a growing light until she could slowly feel the sun rising behind her, its warmth slowly invading her back. She turned and gazed at it wondering at its amazing energy that they could harvest from so far away. What most of the population did not know was that the Scribes actually did not need the Earth conduits or the star gazers to derive the energy for the Conjuring. In fact, most Scribes actually were able to harness both energies themselves but they chose not to do it most of the time as they collected too much of it at a time. One of the rare times the Scribes would harness both energies was when they were making a disciple because that was the only way to create the Bond, which was the sacred link that tied a Master to his/her disciple and through which all the teachings were enhanced.

 

The dwelling in front of her was also waking up like the city behind her which had turned from sleepy to bustling in barely a few minutes. She knew she could no longer float to the balcony now but would have to walk upstairs if she wanted to watch the rising sun. She felt her Master beside her and greeted him. He greeted her back addressing her as Master too which was another oddity in this Master-disciple relationship. When she had asked him about it, his answer had been that she already was what he was preparing her to be. The answer had puzzled her but so had many things with her Master and she had learnt to accept the apparent contradiction and not push further than he was willing to go.

 

He smiled noticing her confused mood and made her understand that it would soon be the Time. When, she asked excitedly and he responded just a little over a fortnight. He made her understand that they would need the contents of the locket and they would need to perform the Conjuring together to release the Primal for the birth of the second sun. Would a second sun not fully scorch the Earth, she asked but he merely laughed off her question. She wondered what it would be like to have a second sun warming the Earth as he left her temporarily to perform some other task. She pondered that perhaps a second sun would finish off the remaining life on Earth as the heat would then become too intense.

 

He was back with her as she walked up the stairs and back to her room, onto the balcony where they both watched the rising sun. In over a fortnight, together they would be releasing the Primal. She wondered what that meant really but consoled herself with the fact that soon enough she would know.

 

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Wings of Gabriel – Arcana

Someone else’s dream – Avi Rosenfeld

Far Away – Diana Boncheva

 

Throw me words

Throw me words

16 November 2016

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Fallen down

On concrete flooring

Reaching lows

Loosing flows

This blood cascading river

Cutting deep slowly

 

Breathe in me

Sounds of your return

The days cry

As I yearn

For your name to be printed

Across soul wilted

 

Sorrow’s clown

Pantomimes a thought

In my mind

Windmills grind

Sands grains that come loose sinking

Hopes of lost laughter

 

Morrows flee

Your shadow hovers

Moon covers

Pale lovers

Their sight building up in I

Living on a lie

 

Frozen crown

Plays with fire’s lace

In disgrace

Throw me words

Flocking sheep to their shepherds

Once upon a rhyme

 

Give up glee

Nothing left to see

Buy me time

Features grime

Mask the curse you gifted me

Break this death’s saunter

 

Reading of the poem: 

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So Close – Olafur Arnalds feat. Arnor Dan

The colour of the night – Lauren Christy

It’s not goodbye – Laura Pausini

 

Wuthering Waters

Wuthering Waters

3 November 2016

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Stigmata

Remnants of the blood

Oozing free

From my wrists

Open palms where there were fists

The fruit in the tree

 

Of life’s shades

We gathered sunsets

From rewards

To regrets

One hand gives the other gets

Highways from the skies

 

True shun lies

The wayward promise

The point miss

Take to spades

Buried corpse Heart to liver

The strong deliver

 

Two coins

They twirl together

Synchronised

Symphony

One dark weight one light feather

Alternate abodes

 

Fear erodes

Semblance of the faith

The meek wait

Their weight stance

Of the pathways in between

The dark and the sheen

 

Love implodes

Where humble meet wrath

Princely names

Playing games

At peaks where torrent explodes

Wuthering waters

 

Reading of the poem: 

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The Day before You Came – Tanita Tikaram

 

Feed me the Music

Feed me the Music

8 October 2016

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Blood awash

From age of deceit

Travel clothes

Pleated neat

I walk naked in parlours

That the Truth harbours

 

End of lies

Raven to me flies

Beak tender

Wings of old

They shelter me from the cold

Of ice of despair

 

See my brow

No longer hangs now

Infinite

Waves of hope

Surging through the upward slope

Bubbling into moon

 

Crescents swoon

Overwhelming surge

Gnawing urge

Daylight purge

Silver and gold they emerge

Betrothed in the skies

 

Now we feast

All eyes on the East

Bread in yeast

Hides the Beast

Bring me the rings of knighthood

Three bowls made of wood

 

Calm hunger

Feed me the Music

Rushing through

Veins intact

Pulsing centuries impact

Hurtling through ages

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Sins of Salome – Angels of Venice

Nothing else Matters – Angels of Venice

Queen of the Sun – Angels of Venice

 

Renewed the divine within me she’ll dwell

Renewed the divine within me she’ll dwell

14 September 2016

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With the dancing breeze I compose a song

Come hear the story of a tongue riddled

Of heroes hoary who lifetimes piddled

Stir your quaking knees and come hum along

 

My tale comes in threes that if bound are strong

Cross lakes ye Tory ride horse unsaddled

Awakened glory spirit unbridled

In Queen of the bees I right me the wrong

 

In flow of the vine decant me the well

When springtime’s blossom reaches towards skies

The blood and the wine within me they swell

 

On crossing the line I will sound the knell

Sorrows in bosom as withered past dies

Renewed the divine within me she’ll dwell

 

Reading of the poem: 

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The Secret – Adam Hurst

Dusk – Adam Hurst

Ritual – Adam Hurst