Dragon’s life in synthesis
7 September 2025
Follow sage
remedy to rage
subtle stage
blooming age
Just a fluttering ribcage
there to assuage
Results blown
from strategy sown
Child slow grown
life to own
notoriety to hone
to master alone
Serpents’ hiss
growing from abyss
dawning bliss
scale to kiss
Dragon’s life in synthesis
a blade to dismiss
Reading of the poem:
Caela Raye - Crown of Snakes
The strength in my moonlit stare
12 April 2024
Frequencies
sounds of revival
whispering
like the trees
They blow within me
breath of survival
Fingers knit
future to befit
Goddess frame
Twirling dance
body moving in a trance
different yet the same
Sense to bare
my heaving chest’s bloom
cells to groom
with insight
The strength in my moonlit stare
shows recovered sight
Reading of the poem:
Rushana – Snake (Kira Lebedeva)
I dreamt upon a summer night
13 March 2020
I dreamt upon a summer night
The soft winds talked to me
Of your white wings they bore in light
Over the deep blue sea
I leaned upon the garden’s door
Its frame a gage of you
As your gait then appeared ashore
Our love renewed so true
You carried me within the flowers
You were knight, I queen Bee
They wilted as we counted hours
That you and I could see
Reading of the poem:
☼ Sun in my eyes ☼ music by Saint of sin ( feat. Jasmin Faridi )
The invisible thread
9 March 2020
She smiled at him. He was getting more interesting by the day. She always knew that her interest in men was more of the sapiosexual kind but had not realized until this day how much this was true. It was not that he was not handsome, far from that. In fact, she would classify him quite high on the handsome scale although his features might not be the classical handsome face. Yet it was not that which attracted her. What appealed to her most was the fact that he knew so much about a variety of matters and spoke like her several languages, some of which she did not speak herself.
He sensed her keener interest and was visibly flattered. He moved closer to her and she nudged towards him, her left flank now touching his right flank. She could feel the heat seep towards her from under his shirt. She felt all warm and cosy and it gave her a fuzzy feeling. He looked intently at her. Her eyes shone with that particular sheen which had captivated him right from the start. Unlike his green and gold speckled eyes, her eyes bore a dark liquid intensity that he had rarely seen in the eyes of the girls he had flirted with before.
This one was going to be trouble for his heart if she did not respond to his wishes in the way he wanted. He knew she wanted and celebrated her freedom. Would they be able to keep this feeling despite the both of them being so fiercely independent, he wondered? Yet he knew that every time he was away from her it was like something within him was missing. He simply had to come back to her or her to him, he was not sure which one of them wandered back to the other. Like drunken sailors they seemed to rift apart and then stumble into each other again.
It was as if an invisible thread with a spring-like quality was holding them and brought them back to each other when they wandered away too far. He had heard a saying once that people who were meant to meet were tied by an invisible thread. If the saying was true, then he and she were apparently glued together with several servings of invisible thread. He smiled to himself. He liked the idea of being strung up as long as it was with her…
Love – B-Tribe
Irreducible
9 February 2020
Break me pot
Dancing tradition
Rhythmic feat
Balanced neat
On the verge of extinction
A race to repeat
Blow me hot
The egg shells within
Frame melting
Iron clad
Beyond the anklets tightened
Staggering demand
Find me not
Irreducible
Elbows still
Ache the ribs
As I disperse beyond sheen
Of matter unseen
Reading of the poem:
Under your scars – Godsmack
The Cleopatra Tales 1: Divine Union – Hieros Gamos
Infused Lake Como
9 March 2016
The blood runs smoothly
Heightened with warmth of passion
Shimmering through veins
Six days to remind
A history to unwind
Written through the heart
Discovering ink
Running through my fingertips
With red of roses
Unborn offering
Their winding ecstatic threads
Traces of glory
Sketch of bloom in sky
Replicating red gushing
Beating within chest
Remnants of past run
Through aqueducts of my frame
Infused Lake Como
Reading of the poem:
With you everyday – Beth Hart
There in your heart – Beth Hart
Close to my fire -Beth Hart & Joe Bonamassa
To where I will bloom
10 January 2016
The rain fell softly
Upon brown desert landscapes
Where sand had rusted
The wind howled on bleak
Echoing through rocky peaks
Time’s grey witnesses
Beyond yellow stretched
Between grey peaks green ravines
The light hid in play
A journey inward
Where barren neighboured the lush
Reflected outward
Inside these valleys
Surrounding peaks bring to eyes
Moist loss of today
Whisper to me feats
In the mind’s eye that listens
Bravado a must
I will bid you tales
When tomorrows’ letters spell
New recollections
There was a road spent
In travel to chances dreamt
Under moonlit skies
This ride has begun
A long and dusty road blinks
Withering in sun
We walk oft alone
When butchers cut the pieces
They square them smallest
When all else has failed
What more to rid now these lands?
Only my hopes’ pearls
Shimmering presence
Between two worlds I flicker
A ghost of myself
Fold tight the napkin
We are all going somewhere
You might follow soon
Once on other side
Remember me by the touch
Of hidden insights
Now this tired flame
Dilates and shrinks as I sail
To where I will bloom
Animated pictures courtesy fastcodesign.com and thecreatorsproject.vice.com
Going somewhere – Abel Korzeniowski
Flying with whales – Abel Korzeniowski
Courtesy wallpaperscraft.com
Mother’s spirits had risen
28 November 2015
The sun regained cold
Petunias withered up
White and pink faces
Soft pastels played in my Heart
A bridge of purple faded
Citrus evergreen
Haunted by orange speckles
Bore timid blossoms
A shade of penance hung low
Within branches of my thoughts
Hibiscus rose red
Tussled with bougainvillea
Prominent flowers
The crimson in my mind’s shades
Spoke of bleeding memories
Frangipani bloomed
Delicate orange on white
Its scent thief of Hearts
Captured throb within ribcage
Sought bloom’s renewed tenderness
Grass ran through Earth’s brown
Carpet of fresh green kingdoms
Grasshoppers’ domain
Mother’s sprits had risen
Winding through me a new hope
The moon rose silver
Exhaling through jasmine’s breath
Faint springtime’s treasures
Hushed feeling of renewal
Coursed through my Heart lily white
Amethystium – Enchantment
Amethystium..Treasure ( Isabliss )(Stine Mari Langstrand)
Amethystium – Strangely Beautiful
Those sinuous lines
17 September 2015
Your hand in mine strong
We walked into green pastures
Love was fruit and bloom
In rapture by shores
Flowing into the river
Each other haunting
Looking within you
Beloved in ecstasy
Into me you breathe
Your heady scent soared
Beyond headiest flowers
Sage and lily white
I held you trembling
Your arms around spelt powers
It surged through your frame
Gazing at your face
The smile of Love reaching look
That gushed loving Heart
Those sinuous lines
I marvel at their beauty
Decorating eyes
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