The Cleopatra Tales 1: Divine Union – Hieros Gamos
Woman on the Top
27 August 2016
Salvation
Your empty wordings
Flowing free
Withered tree
Unwatered by your limp hand
A mouth to demand
Damnation
Your hatred coursing
Black rivers
Bring shivers
Brethren replicate the quakes
Judges make mistakes
Innocence
A burning willow
Nooses flow
Like the waves
Your mountains’ glory but caves
Sheltering the knaves
Complacence
Congratulate self
Twisted doll
Tightly knit
Into clothes that barely fit
Reintegrates shelf
Conduction
My nerves leading way
From decay
To dismay
Prosecuting intention
Witnesses galore
Eruption
My fiery breath
Heated frame
Sorry lame
I will not stretch below tame
Woman on the Top
Reading of the poem:
The Eternal Return – Irfan
Monsalvato – Irfan
Peregrinatio – Irfan
Now that the trail has gone cold
15 November 2015
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In the beginning
Time washed me on empty shores
Shell of air that hung
.
She breathed me Fire
Mother wove me from her womb
Golden thread for stars
.
She covered me clay
Rising tides her Oceans spent
Nights on my dark hair
.
. .
She swelled me tremors
Beating Heart she raised me high
Tidal waves my blood
.
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She kneaded me bread
The black and the white she joined
Every mouth to feed
.
I wake in her ice
Now that the trail has gone cold
Heart follows her scent
.
Only my Mother
Scent of Jasmine knew her feet
Ambrosian Life
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