A nice walk in a beautiful park that had a rose garden. most of the roses smelt heavenly.
This was my favourite outing ever as roses are my favourite flowers together with poppies.
Greenwich Park
Gardens
Lovingly
Lovingly
5 April 2018
In gardens
Slow I multiplied
The Angels
Lovingly
I gathered energy bouts
Feel the heart that shouts
Reading of the poem:
Watermelon in Easter hay – Frank Zappa
In golden glory
In golden glory
16 August 2017
Rake me vice
From purest device
Northern cap
Fingers wrap
Ice cold times will await me
When I wake again
Taking turns
In kaleidoscope
I am you
I am eye
Everything that flows
Between glares and glows
Hush baby
The gardens are ripe
With your tears
We create
Forests where dragon appears
In golden glory
Reading of the poem:
Through the veil – Diane Arkenstone
Three with the Heart leave
Three with the Heart leave
4 March 2017
Do you Hear
Approaching Thunder
The lightning
Announces
When flesh will be paid ounces
Of the Dark Matter
Do you Know
The falling raindrops
They precede
What we heed
To gardens of old we yield
Ivy climbs the walls
Now believe
Nothing left to grieve
Repeated
The Advice
Given by the three blind mice
Three with the Heart leave
Reading of the poem:
Sound in my Heart – Stive Morgan
The Cleopatra Tales 1: Divine Union – Hieros Gamos
The Cleopatra Tales 1: Divine Union – Hieros Gamos
Reaching out to inward gardens
Reaching out to inward gardens
23 September 2016
In Time the distance once had lied
Sheltered Truths frantic gatekeepers
Poison Ivy planted creepers
Twixt Heart and Mind the Great Divide
Horses frothing bid me a ride
Edge of veils enchanted sleepers
Gates of glory widowed weepers
The knots of stories soon untied
Plot of thoughts when planted hardens
Decomposing a land of tricks
Unfastened locks rattling wardens
Speech of hate the giving pardons
The Heart trespasses wall of bricks
Reaching out to inward gardens
Reading of the poem:
Amnesia – Dead Can Dance
Children of the Sun – Dead Can Dance
How fortunate the man with none – Dead Can Dance
There is a garden
There is a garden
19 August 2016
Hush listen
There is a garden
It speaks soft
Of springtime
Of sources below the sands
That nourish the lands
Flutter on
There is a garden
It sparkles
With dewdrops
As they glisten on Flora
Bosom plethora
Now enter
There is a garden
It rustles
With the leaves
As they fall memory heaves
In the blowing wind
Lick your lips
There is a garden
It expands
It dilates
Lush with golden apple trees
That melt into mouth
Now repose
There is a garden
It circles
Etheric
In my mind lost eclectic
Millenary fate
Reading of the poem:
Quotes of Love and Life – Rumi
I am only the House of your Beloved – Rumi
Desire – Rumi
Heart filled with waters
Heart filled with waters
15 July 2016
A win win
Too scarce victories
Promise dim
Like lighthouse
Shimmering through fogs that douse
The heart’s guiding flames
Chances slim
Taken with the bees
Honey stings
Knowledge brings
More than the untimely rows
In midnight screaming
Soul dreaming
Unkempt redemption
Bleak garden
Weeds growing
Opportunities flowing
Heart filled with waters
Reading of the poem:
Siempre Me Quedará – Bebe
The garden
The garden
27 May 2016
Inside us
Swallows and larks sing
Open beaks
Coursing sound
Promise by which we are bound
To golden rivers
Shades of green
Illuminating
Purple sheen
Light so keen
Pervading the sunburnt lands
The growth always wins
The garden
Survives all bleak storms
Only norms
Lie in Love
Unadulterated choice
For Hearts to rejoice
Reading of the poem:
Agape – Dead Can Dance
Not at Home
Not at Home
14 May 2016
The garden
Withers from the sun
It once breathed
Shining bright
The same rays give life and death
All is in dosage
Drop by drop
Even venom cures
Plastic face
Renews grace
Through the effect of poison
Coursing through its lines
Drip by drip
The blood exchanges
Old for new
They were few
Now they scurry throughout Earth
Ants in royal hills
Pulse by pulse
We measure other
The heartbeat
A keen drum
Of all the feelings the sum
Muffled nothingness
Pace by pace
I gain momentum
Consistence
The tedium
Daily inching towards hope
While this Earth I roam
Not at home
Lost in wilderness
Green ivy
Enchains me
Into thickest of the fear
As I look for keys
Not at home
The padlock still creaks
Though I oil
Its hinges
Stealing myself through thin holes
For a glance at home
Soul cringes
Upon the return
The elders
They make way
Brash generations today
Their young mind wavers
Not at home
No lessons are learnt
Amnesia
The only tool
I chase my tail like a fool
Humourless plaything
Not at home
Invisible dome
Compresses
Suppresses
The eyes in all Cypresses
Giant lookout post
Reading of the poem: 
Sunny Road – Emiliana Torrini
Tookah – Emiliana Torrini
Baby Blue – Emiliana Torrini
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