Redefine purple
16 May 2016
Smoky eyes
Redefine purple
The mist’s haze
The mind’s maze
Blue and red now come ablaze
Twining with the sun
End of lies
Redefine purple
Flowing tide
Glowing pride
The boon granted to the bride
Under the new suns
Dragonflies
Redefine purple
Wings aglow
Splendor show
Riding through the high and low
Going with the flow
Reading of the poem:
God is trying to tell you something – The colour purple
The Swan Song
13 May 2016
Blue ribbons
Hang from the dark skies
As the rains
Fill the plains
With the remains of seasons
Spent in wasted stance
Plush meadows
Once breathed laughter’s lines
As the sun
Shone brightly
Upon yards now unsightly
A blossom of graves
They built caves
Within heathen grounds
Released hounds
On the weak
Their kings grovel as we speak
Their battlefields red
Newly wed
The bells ring for you
Pealing love
High above
The cries to bring out the dead
As the black tides sweep
Put to rest
Soul in house arrest
The moonbeams
Hush its screams
It wanes withers but for dreams
Daily sustenance
Daylight broad
The waking penance
Where I walk
Where I talk
My mind in slow resonance
With the sleeping hordes
Iron rod
Piercing my ribcage
They seek rage
Through outrage
The body feels mind repeals
The soul mere stillness
Walk along
I will recount lives
Filling you
With wonders
From deep wells I draw splendors
My mouth a brush stroke
We relive
Many lost embers
The frail heart
Remembers
Feelings more than brief memoirs
Stories for boudoirs
United
The pieces of us
They sing loud
The Swan Song
Crystalline drops that take us
To where we belong
Reading of the poem:
Nocturne – Secret Garden
Swan – Secret Garden
Aragorn Sleepsong – Secret Garden
In the break of twin daylights
5 May 2016
I love you
Yes I can’t not love
Your shadow
Within me
It builds a seed of morrows
Where giants pave roads
I love moons
That shine on widows
Covered face
Banished grace
Eyes that beat beneath the lace
With hundred sorrows
Tiny heart
Flutters in ribcage
Its shadow
Lost in Earth
Hurtling through an endless space
Between eye and lash
I sink slow
Within inner worlds
They spell voids
Galaxies
Limitless rainbows that curve
Around blue mountains
Inside me
There lies purple tree
It bears fruit
Red blue leaves
Remnants of bosom that heaves
With crust of the Earth
Within sight
There lies a lone star
She beckons
To New Worlds
Where sisters knit the white wombs
That will bear infants
The children
Their hearts make merry
Blue meadows
Glistening
The plains alive now ringing
With call of the wild
I love you
In infinity
Every face
Is your face
Your heart among every beat
Across blue valleys
I love you
Yet I cannot love
My heart lost
Forever
In the break of twin daylights
For I love the suns
Reading of the poem:
Sinking inside yourself – Hammock
The Silence – Hammock
I can almost see You – Hammock
Semblance of the soul
1 April 2016
Silly girl
I followed your steps
Winding down
Dead orchard
The wells were brimming with noise
Of the green apples
They mature
Skins a green-blue hue
I had lost
Every clue
My foreplay a silent pawn
In the game of thrones
Day will dawn
Upon the questions
Of the night
They spin dark
Answers in tale of two minds
That carelessness grinds
Apple pie
Bittersweet raw taste
Sugar waste
I serve it
To the awnings of needy
I shun hands greedy
Bright red lips
They soaked in apple
Of my eye
Remembrance
Fluttering eyelid pictures
Flight of the vultures
Silly boy
He soars me to skies
His arms weak
Feathers torn
His mind with lies more than worn
Semblance of the soul
Reading of the poem:
Dope Noir – Waldeck
No One Here – Waldeck
Fallen Angel – Waldeck
As Time constricts me
25 March 2016
Remember
We used to talk soft
Hidden veils
Draped our frames
Before we learnt to play games
Of stony details
I breathe in
Summertime’s fancies
It rings wild
With sun’s heat
Postman rings thrice upon doors
Then admits defeat
We wiped floors
Our bodies intense
Locked in flames
Purple maze
We hold worlds but skins we graze
Touch of the shallow
Remember
We used to know hearts
They beat strong
Beneath veins
Blue bearing red they travelled
In inner landscapes
Map of stars
Fusion of twilight
Light and dark
Dull and spark
We are deep book of secrets
That some read aloud
I whisper
Sum of my numbers
In spirals
Within wells
The axe joins tree that it fells
As Time constricts me
Reading of the poem:
Summertime – Ella Fitzgerald & Louis Armstrong
Night and Day – Ella Fitzgerald
Taking a chance on love – Ella Fitzgerald
Walk swim fly anew
20 March 2016
Sacrifice
The preparation
Of witness
Time’s harness
Four horses ride into dusk
Emblem of movement
Guns resound
In the wilderness
Lone bullets
They fly high
Above reasons and meaning
They carve the ether
What is dead
Stays forever down
The lost crown
Ne’er retrieved
Widow and orphan bereaved
Hate composes dread
There are lands
Etched in the kingdoms
Of the sky
Where I lie
My hands gifting the green wheat
Gift of the morrows
Threading fate
Twin are my bright suns
My rivers
Purple clad
Indistinctly good and bad
People of my Heart
Take the twin
From breaking waters
Births’ fusion
Red and Blue
Decompose the Times landscapes
Walk swim fly anew
Reading of the poem:
13.Mozart’s Requiem – VI. Agnus Dei
8.Mozart’s Requiem-Lacrimosa
6.Mozart’s Requiem – Recordare
De silence gouffre béant faire de moi endormie
(occitan sonnet. Translation into a free sonnet in English below the French version and here)
12 March 2016
Les paroles vainement dites sont les sceaux des tombeaux
Où lys et pissenlits reposent doux face à face
Gloires et splendeur dédites orientent mes oripeaux
Cœur ouvert de délits ne connaît point disgrâce
Contez-moi les mérites d’arborer les lambeaux
Je vous froisserai les plis de vérités d’une race
Servitudes émérites les portant en flambeaux
Pour des ventres bien remplis sous des cœurs de rapace
Je n’ai eu de seigneur que la douceur des prés
Bleu de vastes océans abritant mes douces nuits
Je nais, hue ! on saigne heure en sang rouge des cyprès
Voyez en mon céans les battements de bleue vie
Il bat en mon cœur fleur violette qu’on tait exprès
De silence gouffre béant faire de moi endormie
Lecture du poème:
From silence gaping chasm to make me a sleeper
(sonnet in English translated from an Occitan sonnet written originally in French above this English version or here)
12 March 2016
The words said in vain are the seals of tombs
Where lilies and dandelions lay soft face to face
Glory and splendor denied orient my tatters
Open heart of offenses knows never the disgrace
Tell me about the merits of brandishing shreds
I will crease for you the folds of the truths of a race
Distinguished slaveries, carrying them like torches
For well-filled bellies under raptor hearts
I had no other master than the gentle meadows
Blue of vast oceans sheltering my sweet nights
I am born, boo! They bleed the hour in red blood of cypresses
Look hither within me the beating of blue life
In my heart beats a flower violet that they silence willfully
From silence gaping chasm to make me a sleeper
Reading of the poem:
“Tristes apprêts, pâles flambeaux” (Rameau) Véronique Gens
Lieux funestes – Rameau/Dardanus (Paul Agnew)
Peuples heureux, Act 2 – Rameau (Les Festes de Polymnie)
‘Je cours flechir un dieu severe’ – Rameau (Les Boreades with Paul Agnew)
The Art of saving a Life – Behind the Scenes (Alexia Sinclair)
Kissed by the Moon – Alexia Sinclair
Whispers in the Woods – Alexia Sinclair
Infused Lake Como
9 March 2016
The blood runs smoothly
Heightened with warmth of passion
Shimmering through veins
Six days to remind
A history to unwind
Written through the heart
Discovering ink
Running through my fingertips
With red of roses
Unborn offering
Their winding ecstatic threads
Traces of glory
Sketch of bloom in sky
Replicating red gushing
Beating within chest
Remnants of past run
Through aqueducts of my frame
Infused Lake Como
Reading of the poem:
With you everyday – Beth Hart
There in your heart – Beth Hart
Close to my fire -Beth Hart & Joe Bonamassa
Love life’s mystery
14 February 2016
Dreams endless
Continued morrows
None alike
Surges spike
Electricity charging
Every my atom
You hold me
Like desperation
Your frame trunk
Your arms twigs
On each other we are drunk
Woven ecstasy
Valentine
You from ether’s flame
Soft the smile
Lift the veil
Show me etchings of your face
You who none can name
Turpentine
Essence for my oils
I paint us
From memory
The blue, the red and purple
Flowers for the bees
Moons unite
In dark nightly skies
Where stars ride
Fast moving
Their dead bodies strewn wishes
Upon you and me
Triangle
You me and the moons
She breathless
Stacks her hopes
In fateful rivers endless
In morrows she swoons
Come hither
There is a valley
Where we grow
Endless roots
Fed by sweat air and honey
Love life’s mystery
Reading of the poem:
Spring Waltz – Frédéric Chopin
Do you see?
23 January 2016
Do you see
The falling memories
They build lakes
Steeped in blue
The hue of moonshine
She and I were two
Did you know
Inevitable
Red meets blue
Purple tunes
The fusion of the phoenix
Rising from ashes
Child in me
Picks up drawing ink
Squaring planes
Circles twined
Profusion of connections
Slits into the soul
You are blind
Like we were once deaf
Our worlds shut
Like tight breath
Exhaling from compressed lips
Landscapes of sorrow
The silence
Communication
All dead words
In white shroud
My dark shadows lost in cloud
Nine a mere number
In your mind
Your thoughts roam alone
Path of stone
Ropes for blind
Highways grey crumbs left behind
Bricks for the tender
Trick or treat
Guessing overstayed
Underpaid
Time precious
Ticks sucking red drops of life
Amusement parks themes
Dark playgrounds
I seldom choose black
Shapes curving
Circles full
Foot ventures not on dead track
Misplaced wanderings
Truth and lies
Tilting sceneries
Wilting rose
Doubts impose
Proximity’s timed playthings
Stuffed toys for musings
Bask in light
Revered distant star
Twinkle bright
Lost the fight
We honour your corpse buried
Six blue feet under
Thieves plunder
Jewels of your chest
Show and tell
Cast a spell
Between words plastered and song
The walls hearts arrest
Clock ticks talks
Language spelt or read
Hymns for dead
Clues for child
Imagination runs wild
My aim in clear head
Do you see
The wasted morrows
They sink ships
Hidden hues
Swarms of bees suckling pristine
Sprouting of my Blues
Francesca Gagnon – Querer (Cirque du Soleil)
Una noche mas — Μία νύχτα ακόμα– YASMIN LEVY-LYRICS -Greek
Arno Elias -El corazon – Η καρδιά (greek subtitles)
The Cinematic Orchestra – Arrival of The Birds (432 hz)
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