In pour traits within
19 July 2016
Deadly zones
Sickening shifting
Thinning air
Hunger’s lair
The raking nails combing hair
Falling reddened strands
Morpheus
The circus disbands
Pelting rains
Darkened pains
From the crumbling nucleus
A global bonfire
Black water
Seeping along frames
Grinning smiles
Gnawing hearts
Lifeless like painted mirrors
In pour traits within
Reading of the poem:
Sleep – Poets of the Fall
Cradled in Love – Poets of the Fall
Carnival of Rust – Poets of the Fall
You are not here
21-22 June 2016
You are not here
Playing hide and seek
Within shadow of your smile
You and I take part
In teasing childhood games
You are not here
All wardrobes emptied
Of imaginary shirts
Worn with would be ties
Not chosen together
You are not here
The kettle boils
The humming sound of closures
As water simmers
Now breaching fever’s peak
You are not here
The window pane’s cool
Crystallising the vapour
Blowing off my thoughts
Winds down mind’s idle clocks
You are not here
Your voice a dark gift
An orchestra of taut chords
Ringing from the stars
Blending me in solace
You are not here
Ethereal shape
You whisper through the oceans
Dilating shrinking
Within circles of Time
Reading of the poem:
First Snow – Clint Mansell & The Kronos Quartet
Stay with me- Clint Mansell
Lux Aeterna / Requiem for a Dream – Clint Mansell & The Kronos Quartet
The permanent game
17 June 2016
I am wind
Blowing through the ice
Kissing peaks
Lurking deep
Within caverns of the Earth
Beckoning to sun
I am sun
Hiding my glory
Behind clouds
Amongst crowds
Blue red and gold define me
Purple is my frame
I’m water
Flowing through the streams
Gushing forth
Gathering
Glowing energy for all
As I rush to source
I am hole
Blacker than the night
Inhaling
Exhaling
Birthing rejecting matter
Parallel highways
I am Her
Eternal woman
My hand’s touch
Skies’ magic
The blue womb of creation
In red glove of Love
I am Time
Flowing forth both ways
Thrice forward
Once backward
Step back a recognition
Of the wayward path
I am storm
Darkest hues of skies
When lightning
Kisses Earth
When the sky-kissed lands give birth
To new promises
I am light
Brightening darkness
Waning moon
Fills herself
My inner core endless well
Where she transfigures
I am fire
Bottled in the skies
Like genie
Of heavens
Stormy dome my birthing field
I flying Phoenix
I am sun
Rebirth my credo
Concentrate
Of new shapes
Baring the rocky landscapes
That my glare begets
I am all
Impermanent frame
Inner core
Mutating
Cells within replicating
The permanent game
Reading of the poem:
Kyrie – Antaeus
Unwinding all Time
14 June 2016
The wind blows
On sands of the mind
Stripping bare
Ideas
Like wrecked car that truck tows
A recovery
Winding path
It leads to the source
Of all thought
Inner frame
Coil to all what we forgot
The discovery
Do you hear
The voices beckon
Other side
Welcomes air
As the wind hollows the wall
In between phases
In dreamtime
We travel places
Where we see
All that is
Today in tomorrow’s past
The events that last
Beyond Light
There is a darkness
That unfolds
Million leaves
The space tapestry it weaves
Fractal threads twirling
Splitting space
The guiding ridges
They join weave
The cuttings
Loosened ends that minds deceive
On isolation
In the Heart
Shudder throbbing walls
Inner blue
Outer red
In between a thin parchment
Of opposed syntax
The truth lies
In the middle way
Where souls twirl
To fading moon
Where the sage and the fool swoon
In ecstatic trance
Whirl with me
Through the bleak sandstorms
We will reach
Beyond norms
Where everything is nothing
Unwinding all Time
Reading of the poem:
Gafsa – Natacha Atlas
Maktub (etheric messages) – Natacha Atlas
C’est la vie – Jean-Michel Jarre feat. Natacha Atlas
Down by the river
10 June 2016
Counting stones
Down by the river
Each pebble
A symbol
Of weight that creased the footstep
When feet were nimble
Walking straight
Aloft the waters
Heaven’s pull
Contrasting
Gravity everlasting
Maintaining balance
Water flows
Endless free motion
No cushion
Commotion
A state of being alive
In expectation
We bear ills
Of every nation
Our hearts fenced
Our minds tight
Shutters barely let in light
Shadows our pittance
There are trees
That grow in the air
When I look
They are there
My mind their only manure
The sky’s tears their food
The world twirls
Dark merry-go-round
Yet I dream
Yes I dream
Images that join stream
Down by the river
Reading of the poem:
Στα σύννεφα – Papercut
My Melody – Papercut
A Dream – Papercut
A wild bird to tame
7-8 June 2016
Opposites
Intertwined movements
Pull and push
Seize, repel
The light creates the darkness
Darkness spurs the light
Forever
Unending relay
Lost battle
Defining
Each object soul declining
The duality
Idle thoughts
Interpretation
My mind sits
In between
The feeling and the intent
Complex misgivings
There are times
All we have are rhymes
Of shadows
In the Heart
Coupling decoupling stanzas
In weary patterns
The fullness
It begs for the void
The questions
A hunger
Weak the inner selves avoid
Bitter aftertastes
The soul wastes
In bodies that lie
The tongue sharp
Knives wicked
Speech a way to hurt or soothe
The sword in a glove
Only Love
The heavenly boon
Caresses
Undresses
The soul a sweet naked flame
A wild bird to tame
Reading of the poem:
Forever – Javier Navarrete
Open Water – Javier Navarrete
Fiamma’s theme – Javier Navarrete
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
Polarity world
13 May 2016
Friday brings
Darkened pangs of fear
Forgotten
Oaths of Love
All that we had then held dear
When we brandished wings
I flutter
In between the realms
Of half light
Blue darkness
Heart caught in the wilderness
Between drops of Time
Empty rhyme
Faces apple tree
We ate least
Of the crust
When we ran so wild and free
In the blue gardens
Golden ark
Shimmering silence
Where bodies
End the souls
They dream of embers and coals
While the rivers flow
Hidden spark
Ignites inner realms
The Master
At the helms
Only the soul goes faster
Forget fading light
I speak bright
He quotes the darkness
In between
Half-light stares
Our eyes held the stone clad glares
Polarity world
Reading of the poem:
Someone else’s dreams – Avi Rosenfeld
All fake rules to breach
12 May 2016
The night wears
My limitless frame
Like a cloak
Of darkness
Concealing the light within
My endless source bright
Soul awake
Watches as they quake
Minds clinging
Desperate
To a grey world now dying
Broken synapses
Weak attempts
Mending the bridges
Stitching seams
Killing dreams
Pushing dreamers to ridges
End of the journey
Infinite
The rays of the heart
They soar high
Into sky
Explosion of truths in lie
Cosmic clarity
Scarcity
Fabricated scheme
Enslaving
Paths of love
Clipping the wings of the dove
Of lost abundance
We will reach
The valleys of hope
Downward slope
Upward push
Known forces of resistance
All fake rules to breach
Reading of the poem:
Pete Kilpatrick Band – Coming Home
No trade where no fear
7 May 2016
Silent stream
World of inversion
Relentless
Whirling fast
Desperation to the last
Of fading monsters
Strident scream
World of perversion
Black to white
The weak smite
The kings walk slow in tatters
While the knaves bear crowns
Inside out
The miracles wane
Fading pain
New desire
Unending cycle matters
The caves of my mind
Light splatters
Cavities of eyes
I see them
The dark hordes
Silhouettes cut against gleam
Of waning moonbeam
They depict
With our quaking fears
Shades of grey
Loss decay
Down once more into the fray
Battle creation
Upside down
Kafka they remind
Those patterns
Bleak lanterns
Rising of the dead who drowns
Though the hand extends
We will see
The victorious ends
Rise of tides
That repeat
Endless the ways of defeat
When hearts speak sorrow
White pages
They speak to me scores
Sentences
Suspended
The trail of lives now ended
When agony won
We are one
Our beauty so clear
Fine crystal
Shimmering
The end of slavery’s ring
No trade where no fear
Reading of the poem:
My Favourite Faded Fantasy – Damien Rice
I don’t want to change you – Damien Rice
The Blower’s Daughter – Damien Rice
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