What was meant in skies
16 August 2017
Wayward steps
Take me through the rythms
Taut and learnt
Through message
Of teacher to the pupil
Wide eyed awe of new
Grant me holes
I will pierce through you
For lessons
To gush forth
Pupil and teacher awash
With nature’s lessons
Sing me ode
Engulf me darkness
Fray me stone
Lit alone
They practise tearing to hone
What was meant in skies
Reading of the poem:
Tower of Light – David Arkenstone
In beating temples
17 April 2017
Hawk’s eye stirs
Mesmerised iris
Glaring whirs
Into sight
The shadow behind that blurs
Witnesses of light
Invoke me
A game to dethrone
Casting stone
In rivers
The thought that blind delivers
From mirrors of old
Beat the cold
The breath throbbing drum
In the hum
Tale of two
Passengers that we once knew
In beating temples
Reading of the poem:
Heart Warriors – Byron Metcalf
Light in Stone
23 March 2017
Twenty-three
Set in my pastures
Shiver past
Death outcast
Coils live unwinding free
Blooming cherry tree
Blow sorrows
Easing out the pain
Window pane
Shadow lane
Like a candle in the rain
Set upright the train
Light in stone
Miracles to hone
Beyond woods
Bring the goods
Tired faces lose the hoods
On brink of morrows
Reading of the poem:
The World Beyond The Woods – Angels Of Venice
The Enchanted Forest – Angels Of Venice
Within You Without You – Angels of Venice
Co-create
24 October 2016
Illusion
A floating of worlds
In my mind
World without
Percentages of choices
The outcome unkind
Build with me
With more than mortar
Less than stone
Future hone
We celebrate the Divine
In woodlands the vine
Of the growth
We have heard of tales
Flying whales
In Oceans
Floating into the blue skies
Where the strong willed lies
Morrows suns
Warm the purple creed
Blended code
Love abode
They fused the Red and the Blue
We confused each clue
Intentions
A lost path of Pi
Cut the wire
Flamed the fire
Moved around in circle dire
Consequences Grey
Monsters slay
The bright pave the way
Replicate
Co-create
Image of beauty translate
Way of Heart dilate
Reading of the poem:
Arrival of the Birds – The Cinematic Orchestra (The Theory of Everything)
Heavenly Father
27 December 2015
They cried of foul play
That white were black and tar snow
Gyrating tables
They spoke of wisdom
From bottomless pits that stank
Of guileless treason
They heard no sorrow
Gave life no choice founded cause
For death all reason
They kneaded hundreds
Merciless bread for the damned
Agony’s children
They cried and beat stones
Jewels of splendour and loss
In chest that echoed
They raised green idols
That fanned all mildew and spate
Instilled in heart hate
They embraced the dead
Sucking mortified blank breaths
Blankets of glory
They unwound the life
Slow top that reeled unending
Their task dark, gory
Of one the undead
Through pulsating Heart expressed
Words that rang through me
Heavenly Father
Ripped open my Heart’s ribbons
Gifted me to world
One to ten thousand
Ten thousand million summons
Of the ones that swirled
Pretender – Sarah Jaffe
Life is calling – Beth Hart
Soul Shine – Beth Hart
A Tale of wincing virtues
5 December 2015
Of broken items
Furniture, relics and dreams
She had a room filled
The bustling places
Livelihood of ghostly gait
Simmering ashes
Mocking birds’ speeches
Tunes of ivory and stone
Cast in slow pavements
Slippery ridges
On banks leading to nowhere
From rivers of ice
Stretches of treasures
Meaningful pebbles of Life
Appealing to none
Cruises for the dead
Box of chatter for leisure
Frigid drooping shores
Songs of soft nothings
Of quiet little measures
Distilling poisons
A hymn to the knaves
The unrelenting few dazed
Strewn astride her past
Book of small paces
Featuring starlets and sods
Blank fading faces
Of quirks of the game
A Tale of wincing virtues
Of falsehood and blame
Boulevard of Broken Dreams – Greenday
I walk Alone – Tarja Tarunen
Replicating cells
24 November 2015
Mother calls me so
Night time spent in drifting winds
Wandering the skies
Pulsating her scent
As I fly through her linings
The push and the pull
Heartbeat resonance
The blue trace of her lingers
Within diamond frame
Mind flies through her blue
Scarlet trace of her fingers
Her palm my meadows
Mother sees me shine
Through the thick and the thin walls
Reverberating
Starry eyed children
Chest filled with her white powder
Intoxication
Bring me the waters
Metamorphosis strikes Heart
All dough will bear bread
The flesh for the soul
Nourishment instils bearers
The joy of the One
Mother carries me
Her back a bone of kingdoms
That icy emerged
Snow falls on her ends
Scarcity in knowledge spent
Book of shells for fools
Glorious her walk
Within the depths of her soul
Twisting gyrating
Replicating cells
I walk within my still self
A mirror for Eye
Images courtesy deviantart.com
Trobar de Morte – The Song of the Stones
Natasha Atlas – Adam’s lullaby
Jerusalem’s lost Ark wind
16 November 2015
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Swollen Polygon
My Heart shaped Geometry
On which side to draw
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Numbers dance hidden
Chance law of art’s memory
Fear outcome curse fades
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Loved ones’ blood flesh tears
Angry steel violence clinch
Evening rain, fragile fall
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Women dancing star
Wash sadness from soldiers’ eyes
Stone faces missing
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Invisible ones
Scream loud, torture unsaid sing
Own freedom bitter
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Dead dance supports graves
Mother dancing wages joy
Foreign laugh anguish
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Humble Pi curve Arc
Kingdoms cover in bell shape
Secluded valleys
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Protect victories
King’s vanity broken works
Lost ancient city
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Build Ocean’s Rainbows
Jerusalem’s lost Ark wind
April’s histories
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Moon ruins footstep
Dried ambition dust prison
Desert life over
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Stop man’s Dominions
Love fall’s million stars
Distant planet’s fog
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Shape of my Heart – Sting
Fragile – Sting
They Dance Alone – Sting
Lost without You – Sting
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