Angels without wings
29 September 2017
Explosion
Then the water flows
Between us
Deepened bond
We bear white garlands from streams
Knitted in my dreams
Colours roll
Inside sunshine’s glint
Joyous spread
Green, blue, red
Hues uncertain times renew
Mistaken instead
I ring true
When we ring lather
Foam condensed
Corpse too tense
Chromatic discolouring
Angels without wings
Reading of the poem:
Fix you – Coldplay
Viva la Vida – Coldplay
A Sky Full of Stars – Coldplay
Hope
10 July 2017
Remanence of Dream
Etched within God Particle
Inside human core
Reading of the poem:
Miracles – Coldplay
Letting go of Time
16 May 2017
Dream selling
In storytelling
Heart welling
Soul swelling
Emotions in mind dwelling
Transforming the nerves
The thought swerves
Inventing the curves
Of future
Past perfect
Toppling idols they erect
Within shrines of page
Hear the sage
Letting go of Time
Instinctive
Act forget
There are blossoms in the fields
They rise when one yields
Reading of the poem:
Every day it’s the same – Bvdub
I would have waited – Bvdub
Two hours to Forever (Just ask me I’ll stay) – Bvdub
The raw taste of strawberry
7 April 2017
Splashing light
Into dark corners
Waking scent
Of mourners
Reliving in dreams instant
Of moments fragrant
Honey bees
Lifting up my knees
New posture
Green pasture
Running through meadows of gold
Naked tale foretold
Steel not rust
Redeems what we must
Wanderlust
Before dust
The raw taste of strawberry
Feasting in Love Trust
Reading of the poem:
The light of my Soul – Alexander Tarasov
Life is Priceless – Alexander Tarasov
The Long Awaited Meeting – Alexander Tarasov
The Winter bearer
24 March 2017
Across streams
Weaving the pathway
From Faith’s threads
Rolling heads
I pull on strings of yearning
The hearts’ chords churning
Into dreams
I shun dark away
Blue lighthouse
Frolicking
Twister and rain mimicking
Queen dancing for King
I bore Ring
Amulet of Earth
Totems wild
Bore me child
In wilderness I store her
The Winter bearer
Reading of the poem:
Old Skin – Ólafur Arnalds ft. Arnór Dan
A Stutter – Ólafur Arnalds feat. Arnor Dan
No Other – Ólafur Arnalds feat. Arnór Dan
Where we dreamt once upon a Time
22 September 2016
Ne’er discarded the mind fickle
See me in the slightest trickle
Come to me with your weathered rhyme
We will draw on waters of skies
Washing away darkness of lies
The cleaning rosemary and thyme
Amplified portals in Heart chime
Gathered by call tribe liquefies
Soul in one to higher realms flies
Where we dreamt once upon a Time
Count the prayers of peace in me
The wells rungs of ladders gathered
My backbone beads of rosary
Cells bearers of infinity
The children of Earth I mothered
Raised to heavens they set me free
Reading of the poem:
The life from within expanded
The ranks of untrue disbanded
Calling the Others – Anilah
Rolling Thunder (Warrior) – Anilah
Medicine Chant – Anilah
What we were tonight
29 August 2016
Tonight slipped
From my limp fingers
Grasping none
Life unfair
Chose to pair them open air
Between the spaces
In dream state
I remember touch
We lock hands
In rapture
Hair electric on arm stands
Pulsing the texture
Remember
What we were tonight
When the light
Baleful shines
All the softness undermines
Lost scent of green grass
Reading of the poem:
Nothing really ends – DEUs
Les mille mots des plaisirs à échanger en douce
(Poème écrit sous la forme de Sonnet Occitan en Alexandrin. Voir la traduction en anglais ci-dessous ou ici)
31 juillet 2016
La substance de nos rêves est un glissement de soie
Irréelle résonance qu’amplifie mon regard
Nos réunions si brèves qu’en chagrin je me noie
De cette maigre pitance créant soif d’un buvard
Des nocturnes relèves je préserve l’émoi
De charnelle délivrance recueillie sur le tard
Aguerrie par les trêves la reine réclame son roi
Pour plus ample réjouissance vive lui prêter un fard
Les mille mots des plaisirs à échanger en douce
De ces fards inconnus je désigne un trousseau
Eventail de désirs suis-je brune suis-je rousse ?
De mes chairs parcourues résistance le fardeau
Les mille maux déplaisirs en recoins que je pousse
Comme une cruche éperdue va se perdre dans l’eau
Lecture du poème:
Sans dire un mot – Emmanuel Moire
Thousand words of pleasure to be exchanged softly
(Translation into an English poem of a poem written in French in the Occitan Sonnet form and as an Alexandrin. See original above or here)
July 31, 2016
The substance of our dreams is like rustling of silk
An unreal resonance that my eye amplifies
Our meetings are so brief that I drown in sorrow
This meager nourishment making thirst for blotter
From nocturnal relay I preserve excitement
Of carnal deliverance received at later stage
Seasoned by the truces the Queen calls on her king
For further rejoicing to quickly lend her blush (For further rejoicing stark to lend her shadow)
Thousand words of pleasure to be exchanged softly
Of these unknown blushes (shadows) I compose beauty kit (I compose a keychain)
A large set of desires am I brunette, redhead?
From my flesh discovered resistance the burden
Thousand ills displeasure in corners that I push
Like an insane pitcher that is lost in water
Reading of the translated version of the poem:
The Hours – The Kays Lavelle
Out of shrubs
25 July 2016
Hovercraft
Picking up surges
Morpheus
Friend and Foe
Dealing or reducing blow
From within dreamland
We expand
In knowledge of light
Laced with dark
Subtle spark
In between the waterfalls
The switch lies shining
Dark shivers
In lakes of my mind
Where owls prowl
Like tigers
Their eyes jaded obsession
Of recognition
Streams of me
Gather through the flares
The Beast wears
Many masks
Irreducible the tasks
In crossing rivers
Bear me ankh
She circles ankles
The Mother
Lifts shackles
Those that divide spaces ring
Trinkets of morrows
Spent sorrows
Realised in heart
They grow joy
Out of shrubs
The tigress daily counts cubs
Under her nights’ watch
Reading of the poem:
Where do we draw the Line – Poets of the Fall
The Poet and the Muse – Poets of the Fall
Love will come to You – Poets of the Fall
Tainted veils that fall
22 – 23 July 2016
Blue shadows
Overarching reach
Into mind
Wind patterns
Blowing with the Heart that yearns
For tomorrow’s seed
Foreign breed
We are from the stars
Dust of space
Silken trace
Flowing from infinite dams
Waters of dreamland
Overflow
Spinning into soul
Threaded streams
Made of dreams
Pulsating within the Eye
Gathered momentum
Curtains split
Inner feelings stir
Mind retreats
The door slams
Hushed countenance repealing
The call of doorways
Mirrored fins
Remnants of the tale
Echoed voice
Call of whale
Replicating ancestors
Calling through pitch black
Souls recall
Meanings of somewhere
A lost home
Forgotten
Discarding sheen now rotten
Tainted veils that fall
Reading of the poem:
Fly Over Me, The Approach and Vibrations – Sequentia Legenda
Au revoir – Sequentia Legenda
Somewhere – Sequentia Legenda
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