Reach out to the fields
19 October 2016
The day lost
Meanings of the night
The darkness
Dissolved slight
Packets of velvet insight
Downloading the stream
Consciousness
Velveteen rivers
Soul shivers
As it drinks
From wells of knowledge to brinks
Of otherworldly
Meet my gaze
Follow us to maize
Bread brethren
Broken bond
We recompose he who yields
Reach out to the fields
Reading of the poem:
Going somewhere – Abel Korzeniowski
Finding Love
18 June 2016
Blinding Love
A streak of lightning
Bolts through Heart
With a start
On comes the reckoning Time
Tides for bare seashores
Binding Love
Oft misconceptions
The snide talk
Of bondage
Thoughts in the mind that rummage
Through empty drawers
Buying Love
Silver coin in palm
She will tell
Your fortune
In dark alleys where eyes look
Away empty halls
Chiming Love
Sacred be thy name
To death’s toll
It peals, squeals
The greying head it reveals
Decaying monster
Shining Love
Diamonds in a dream
Brittle glass
Of trinkets
True nature washed by the stream
Of the years’ routine
Finding Love
Impossible task
The rare gem
Sewn in hem
Tucked away in silent pouch
See it when you crouch
Reading of the poem:
Give me Love – Ed Sheeran
One – Ed Sheeran
Thinking out Loud – Ed Sheeran
Of perhaps and of maybes
2 September 2015
You didn’t know me
I, gazing back realised
That neither did I
The scent of your skin
I did not know it either
Like a raw green fruit
Translucent and bare
Ripening under some sun
That rose pitiless
Its shadow stretched out
On lands that called to my mind
Loved Tuscanny
Perhaps life will sway
Buckling under the treasure
Of those lost moments
Perhaps life will weigh
From the fruit at its edges
Like a slanting trunk
Maybe love will skim
Giving in to the pressure
Of its own torments
Maybe love will learn
From its own unkempt pledges
Like a rabid drunk
Perhaps love’s desert
Where the sands move tireless
Waves on raging sea
Perhaps love’s a stream
Renouncing gift of water
Where mirrored light glows
Maybe life is firm
Its roots planted in the ground
Like an olive tree
Maybe life is gift
Scarcity does not matter
Where abundance grows
Perhaps just to say
Per actual happenings
That real would spell out
Maybes aiming high
Tokens of when I once wished
An unreal clout
Banishing the doubt
Perhaps in string of maybes
Occurring, waning
A life made of chains
Of perhaps and of maybes
Blurring differing
Hypothetical
Breathed in hoping may it be
As day’s sun shimmered
Perhaps whimsical
What’s left of time’s passing me
Recounts that glimmered
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