Missing steps
18 February 2020
Wandering
The mind follows bends
Of pathways
Yesterday
A walk in Netherland stride
Reckoning of wild
Wavering
Consciousness between
Allowed hues
Disowned blues
A patchwork of dreams
Uncovering streams
Plundering
In waves comes the greed
From the depths
Missing steps
The soul recovering sheen
Of forgotten spleen
Reading of the poem:
Over The Ocean – I Will Be Silent
The Last One Knowing
1 January 2017
In owing
Release of the debt
Centuries
Pile old trees
The new orchards growing wild
Garden of the child
The eye sees
Beyond the regret
Unending
Unbending
Flames flickering extending
Uneven hearts fret
We walk slow
In rhythm of glow
Candles light
Ravens flight
Pathways of morrows showing
The Last One Knowing
Reading of the poem:
The Last One – Audiomachine
Meet me in July
3 June 2016
Daffodils wither
Alongside the riverbeds
Like bleak blackened suns
The waters swirl fierce
They bear weight of thousand griefs
As the shadows set
Darkness speaks thunders
The bolts firmly set in place
Rekindle the flame
The candle burns bright
Like token of forever
Springs into motion
Dying flame belies
Engraved thoughts of revival
Etched within my skin
The blindness sets in
Unmoved by extra senses
The hopeless trod on
Meet me in July
I will swing to lonely tunes
On the other side
Reading of the poem:
Whisper of a thrill – Thomas Newman
Ten was the Number
23 October 2015
You led strong the path
Stark contrasts blinded the eye
That dwelt in the mind
I walked yesterday
Within your footsteps’ clamours
We both lost the way
Recovering sight
I shook the night’s salty waves
And brought you the light
You breathed into me
Heat of a thousand dragons
Forgotten treasure
I frosted your mind
Brought to it a chilling peace
My deadly waters
Tendrils lily white
Reaching out to ink pitch black
Rewrite nuances
Softly exploring
I opened the Heart Channel
Regenerating
Tomorrow’s bud stems
From roots that creep within Earth
Nine reaching for skies
From nine we split Three
As you and I climbed the Tree
Climbing us becomes
Ten was the Number
We had decomposed from nine
As the candles hung
Beyond Connection
2 September 2015
I constructed you
You then deconstructed me
Laughed, hid the pieces
The key to the mind
Lies within thoughts’ meanders
Keys to heart flicker
Captured and released
Unwilling pact of freedom
Misplaced denied bonds
My hands lay helpless
Numbness then blood flowing back
Tingling sensations
Phantom cords cut all
Wounds that had crusted over
Where salt cauterised
Seeking the prison
Of mind that had most mattered
Cotton for the soul
Beguiled mind relived
A lifetime of servitude
To masters that fleeced
A shiver calling
To birth of a new era
Where slaves buy life back
A penny for Love
No quarters given today
Dime dozen’s fickle
Your form bathed in light
Cast against my darkness spelt
Chance of renewal
The candle’s flame lisped
Slithering towards my heart
Whispering new tongue
Every language ours
My thoughts trail off into yours
Beyond Connection
Ears pick up no sound
Artful measures a hiss feigned
Lungs filled in silence
What is this madness?
19 August 2015
I wake before dawn
Having slept at its onset
Verily refreshed
If you are handler
Let my body be handles
That you may hold me
Thoughts of you suffuse
My very core as they light
Every handle’s fires
I became candle
That you may see in the dark
During your journeys
I became your feet
That I may lift your being
To the highest states
Elevated, free
You trod upon me never
We flew in heavens
Like your cloak of skies
I sleep with your sweet setting
Within me you rise
The suns wilting, skulk
At this radiance of you
As your soul unfolds
The moon unabashed
Held mirror to your image
And stole your silver
Sun and moon conspired
In wake of your glorious light
To cast you shadows
What is this madness
That day is night, night is day
And you stay the One?
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