Centuries of gifts
13 June 2020
Walk with me
in meadows of green
I am witch
of the land
The time is but creeping sand
passing through fingers
Death lingers
on the land’s outskirts
Body hurts
as it breeds
swallows fears that it yet feeds
Dichotomy’s stance
The shining
Magic awoken
from my heart
to my hands
They give and don’t make demands
Centuries of gifts
Reading of the poem:
Antaeus – Kyrie
The slow mist covered soft
10 March 2020
The chest gathered arrows
A sacrifice thrown at its feet
Of the archer it shows
Upturned splendor of his defeat
Mind to heart made appeal
No prison for want of warden
A kiss of love to seal
A pact made in yonder garden
The slow mist covered soft
Flowers in the garden blooming
The heart yet kept aloft
Silken threads to the mind grooming
Reading of the poem:
B-Tribe – Agua azul
B-Tribe – Spiritual Spiritual
B – TRIBE – Suave Suave
Caught in the blue streams
29 February 2020
Waters closed
My lungs resumed air
Crosses laid
Dainty lace
Pathways to hidden realms shut
My foot on last stair
Yesterday
Lost in the meadows
Green circles
Coercing
My body in tides strides on
My life in shadows
Today bent
Caught in the blue streams
Revolving
Evolving
His hands around my body
He offered me dreams
Reading of the poem:
Sad-Eyed Lady Of The Lowlands – Joan Baez
Play Me Backwards – Joan Baez
Lily, Rosemary and The Jack Of Hearts – Joan Baez
The Far meets the Close and the Everything in Between
12 November 2015
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Heavenly rays unfolded Blue
Hues of every colour in eye did dilate
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Infinity’s dancing paces glowed
Breaking continuum, Myriad of stars sunsets
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Glint of reflection in eyes that seethe
Haggard dances of drunken measures, silent grief
,
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Surging memories flames that dance anew
Time immemorial hands awash, free, remained black slate
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Night watch, a vigil of time that flowed
Pacing in mind the passing days that the Heart resets
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A slow walk, book of sorrows I breathe
My prison within me, breath momentary relief
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Fallen from Tree, cold grounds, withered leaf
Wisdom, the pain of the baby relentless I teethe
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Light of Cathedrals my mind besets
Day of Light, the Winter’s fall in my Heart darkness snowed
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Cutlery drawn let’s eat from same plate
Of Moulin Rouge, Toulouse, desires Drew
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Hibernation, by the Red made brief
Memories of snow, of fall, of wilderness, do I sheathe?
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Trinity rises, Trinity sets
Unstable balance, knowing not who steered and who rowed
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The farther the Love, closer the spate
No numbers, only Heart was response, this Heart now knew
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For as the mind would will it thirteen
The Far meets the Close and the Everything in Between
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Erik Satie- Gymnopedie #1
Erik Satie – Danses De Travers I, II, & III
Erik Satie – Danses Gothiques
Erik Satie … VEXATIONS [excerpt I] (1893)
Erik Satie: Nocturnes (Pascal Rogé)
Erik Satie: Gnossienne No. 4, 5
Erik Satie: Pièces Froides (Reinbert De Leeuw)
Erik Satie: Ogives (Reinbert de Leeuw)
Satie – Je te veux
Satie – Nocturne No 4
Satie – Trois Sarabande
Erik Satie: Gnossienne No. 1, 2, 3
The Painted Veil – Love Scene – Gnossienne 1
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