Deleting the Sun
11 January 2017
Black rain fell
Like coloured concept
Our hearts ink
Sinking pink
Moving to Chinese landscapes
Mock land of the One
Children tell
Of stories now swept
Memories
Moving trees
Sometimes the Mind the Heart shapes
Removing the fun
When hearts sell
The brides maids that wept
Fallen leaves
The mind grieves
The soul heart and mind escapes
Deleting the Sun
Reading of the poem:
Clouds – Abel Korzeniowski
Ten to the Power of Six
25 August 2016
Vindictive
The sails of future
Fluttering
In the winds
Take to heights body rescinds
Gravity’s freefall
Predictive
My speech of the Times
Replicates
Pantomimes
They run across my eyesight
Shadows of the Light
Programming
A code in Ether
Winding through
Centuries
In the humming of the bees
To music’s meter
Assertive
A new way to live
Compounding
The lifetimes
Condensed through Eternity
A new way to Sea
Inventive
Methods of measures
Weathered tools
Ancient schools
My backbone sets to the rules
His sun in my skies
Creative
My mind’s elegy
Rolling out
Shooting spout
Ten to the Power of Six
Lay lifeless like sticks
Reading of the poem:
In the Garden of Souls – Azam Ali & Vas
Sevdama – Azam Ali & Vas
Leyli – Azam Ali & Vas
The children of morrow they will run in the wild
20 August 2016
Now gone the attorney good riddance to all thrall
The chambers are stagnant the judges are silent
Corruption is rampant justice absence strident
Tongues of poets ferny with a lisp to enthrall
When stretched on a gurney with no love to recall
The moments then vacant no solace can present
Like death of a vagrant with no soul to lament
The end of the journey as the wild creatures call
New Times will come starker Mark my voice come hither
The sun hides in sorrow forgotten shadows’ child
The prairies are darker when the flowers wither
The hare leaves its burrow by the stillness beguiled
The venom’s the marker as the charmers slither
The children of morrow they will run in the wild
Reading of the poem:
Pa Bailar (Bailarin en el Tren) – Bajofondo
Zitarrosa – Bajofondo
Infiltrado – Bajofondo
The grass was greener
20 August 2016
She looked across the battered fields lying scorched by the heat around her frame in veils. From afar came its glint, shining eerily under the summer sun. So infused with more than just a hint of light she felt she should run towards it for it looked so beautifully green, it was almost lime-like in its iridescent sheen. She imagined the dewdrops painting life-like shadows alongside the blades of grass, twirling with these latter in those meadows a long-forgotten dance. She could almost sense the hum of the grasshoppers, the sound of brass invading her mind with their invitation to prance.
An arm brushing past hers tore her thoughts away from that beautiful island and its mighty sway. The field around her was buzzing in glee with grey-faced workers in neat rows of three attempting so desperately to instill some life back into the withered plants going downhill. The water ran from their giant cans dark, muddy and lifeless, not even a spark. She watched them smother rather than water the field as more sand and dirt was all the cans would yield. Here and there some poppies had survived, their wild nature breaking free revived by the view of the skies from the murky lands ties.
It was the bluebells that withered the most. Their head hung, their face downcast, they looked like this time they would never last. The secular trees of themselves a ghost looked over the horizons, a sight only they could boast and realised that perhaps this was the last year they would play host to the hundreds of bluebirds that on their branches found outpost to watch the first sunrise. Suddenly a ray split the skies and onward came rains of the most frightful might. To the field workers they were though the most beautiful sight as they gathered out of ranks not bothering how offering to the rain their weather-beaten brow as it washed away the mud. The oldest of trees came down with a thud and as the land under it drank the rain a damp and soon mossy stance took over its grounds again and again and again.
She looked across the reddened field to the brink of where her sight would yield. She looked back to the moss growing on that new land. Its glint was known to her not a new brand. Both far and near she could see it so clear.
The grass was greener.
Reading of the short story:
Green…The Colour of Evolution – Yakuro
Life in the Open
16 August 2016
The grief mind sharpens
Eyesight of the heart’s delight
Relinquishing might
Control of outcome
Buried in the seeping sands
Pits of yesterday
Daily sandstorms blow
Dismembering all traces
Of fires in deserts
Simplicity’s ways
Narrow streets transformed highways
Ride into gardens
Nighttime crawls to light
With breath of the morrows hope
All under the Sun
The darkness broken
By bright accumulated
Life in the Open
Reading of the poem:
The Time Traveler’s Wife soundtrack – Mychael Danna
The Time Traveler’s Wife soundtrack – Vitaliy Zavadskyy
The Time Traveler’s Wife – End Theme
Magnets of compass
11 August 2016
I’ll see you
When summer will end
In landscapes
Of the fall
Into the river that shapes
Rooted trees grow tall
Blow the horn
Water lonely graves
Pick flowers
From the sands
Rose and crystal grow in lands
Of heavenly stance
Seize the chance
The shadows advise
The sun wise
Chooses soul
Relentless of free will’s pole
Magnets of compass
Reading of the poem:
See You Again – Mychael Danna
To go with the flow resistance now dead
10 August 2016
Life’s complexity in seasons of thrall
Levitating wings to treasure the sun
Scorching heat that wrings the branches undone
The higher the tree the greater the fall
Synchronicity motions us enthrall
A new time that brings the feeling of One
Heart closer that sings the shadows outrun
Code eternity to seconds recall
The high and the low heart skies or in lead
Contrasting the lanes pitch black and snow white
Love fear sets aglow in end of the dread
Misconstrued our pains sunken tides the fight
To go with the flow resistance now dead
Purple suns the stains from faces of light
Reading of the poem:
Rise and Fall – Dargaard
The Dissolution of Eternity – Dargaard
In Nomine Aeternitatis – Dargaard
Angel Tears
30 July 2016
Falling rain
Covers my meadows
Black prairies
Grass withers
Scorching sunlight seeps within
Land of the fairies
The woods speak
Their voices wooden
Like ship mast
Now downcast
We carry our crew like rock
Flags of soul breach seas
Feeble mock
Their hearts set in stone
Marble walls
Angels’ Tears
Within the dark veins strewn thin
In loss of the Love
Reading of the poem:
Troth – Thomas Feiner
I will gather you dews from all morrows’ rainshine
28 July 2016
Meet me at stark midnight when the ravens are high
The tides walk my footsteps on a ravenous ledge
Where the dark meets the light on neither ground nor sky
Where the talk slips from preps gone to school of the edge
The clueless will flounder their thin minds a sheer fall
In brinks of no longer within a troubled sleep
Thickets a dire pounder no deep grasp to recall
Their greed getting stronger as the walls set so steep
Relinquish the doorways what goes in will come out
The will is in heartpath not within steely mind
The caves flourish subways from bare digging we flout
Brittle veins in bloodbath as hearts open they grind
Show me the avenues that carry your heart’s mine
I will gather you dews from all morrows’ rainshine
Reading of the poem:
Change – Poets of the Fall
No End no Beginning – Poets of the Fall
Dawn – Poets of the Fall
As the cotton grows
28 July 2016
Weather beats
Through my aching heart
A chilled start
To mornings
We will wither in deserts
When the sun rises
There are rhymes
In my mind’s blue hues
They plant clues
In morrows
When the boatman collects dues
Off my broken limbs
Bound in Time
The windmill that sows
Fleshy seed
Ethereal
Glowing through my barren frame
As the cotton grows
Reading of the poem:
Dying to live – Poets of the Fall
Rewind – Poets of the Fall
Roses – Poets of the Fall
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