Of ravens reaching out
23 June 2016
We count instant
The time flows within
Over bridges of waters
A brief instant caught
As the second falters
Motionless, still
Life fleets in moments
Permanent impermanence
Resurging in waves
All silent but the change
Bells sound distant
They summon up shrill
Through the quick moving morrows
They count breathing lives
Of ravens reaching out
Reading of the poem:
In this moment – Evi Vine
My hands are tied – Evi Vine
Porcelain – Evi Vine
Down by the river
10 June 2016
Counting stones
Down by the river
Each pebble
A symbol
Of weight that creased the footstep
When feet were nimble
Walking straight
Aloft the waters
Heaven’s pull
Contrasting
Gravity everlasting
Maintaining balance
Water flows
Endless free motion
No cushion
Commotion
A state of being alive
In expectation
We bear ills
Of every nation
Our hearts fenced
Our minds tight
Shutters barely let in light
Shadows our pittance
There are trees
That grow in the air
When I look
They are there
My mind their only manure
The sky’s tears their food
The world twirls
Dark merry-go-round
Yet I dream
Yes I dream
Images that join stream
Down by the river
Reading of the poem:
Στα σύννεφα – Papercut
My Melody – Papercut
A Dream – Papercut
Meet me in July
3 June 2016
Daffodils wither
Alongside the riverbeds
Like bleak blackened suns
The waters swirl fierce
They bear weight of thousand griefs
As the shadows set
Darkness speaks thunders
The bolts firmly set in place
Rekindle the flame
The candle burns bright
Like token of forever
Springs into motion
Dying flame belies
Engraved thoughts of revival
Etched within my skin
The blindness sets in
Unmoved by extra senses
The hopeless trod on
Meet me in July
I will swing to lonely tunes
On the other side
Reading of the poem:
Whisper of a thrill – Thomas Newman
Like ghosts in the rain
3 June 2016
Winding through alleys
Cutting through the Tuscan winds
Shades of summer skies
Do you remember
The streets stretched out like cobwebs
Green lanes sprawling out
We twirled like spiders
Spinning webs of memories
Glistening in the dark
All those moments fade
Like the storm that once blew hard
Subsiding glowers
The seasons slow-paced
They walk into each other
Never-ending dance
Untouched shades of us
Fighting under dark waters
Against oblivion
I know a small nook
Where we twirl silently
Like ghosts in the rain
Reading of the poem:
Oblivion – Piazzolla
Milonga del Angel – Piazzolla
Rain tango
The endless waters
26 May 2016
Waking up
To a sleeping world
The words hurled
Weak symbols
Unmoved zombies barely stir
Hearts lost in idols
The mind whirled
In between Twin Times
The spaces
Give me rhymes
With shaking tongue I ring bells
Lost their ghostly chimes
Mothers weep
Their withered breasts hang
Unto grounds
Lost babies
Strive through caves of Netherworld
To pick up the whiff
Barren wombs
Replicate nothing
The free mind
A wild thing
Creation is in the thought
The seeing of blind
Fear the wrath
The priests shriek strident
The breath stale
They inhale
Emblem of love they impale
Downfall of mortals
Breathe the love
Says the inner self
Its stillness
Warm river
Coursing through my veins shiver
The endless waters
Reading of the poem:
The moment – Vargo
Vois le sort qui m’amène au pays du déni
(Poème écrit sous la forme de Sonnet Occitan, traduit en anglais ci-dessous ou ici)
20 mai 2016
Me vois-tu là œuvrer préparer le départ
Eriger mes flambeaux en vue d’un long voyage
Tu peux lors admirer le summum de mon art
De tanner oripeaux en un immense voilage
Le départ va sonner trois petits tours et un quart
Vois préparer les eaux insondable barrage
Miroir pour se mirer traversée de l’écart
Estampillés les sceaux de mon royal plumage
Je perce les flancs serrés d’un rideau de combats
Tréteaux blafards d’une scène où l’on vit l’ennemi
Coups en corps par milliers inlassables soldats
Vois le sort qui m’amène au pays du déni
Qui me fait retourner au ciel de mes abats
Où j’enfante Roi mécène Dieu des deux mondes béni
Lecture du poème:
Je m’en vais – Miossec
Brest – Miossec
La Grande Marée – Miossec
See the fate that brings me to land of denial
(translation of a Sonnet written in french in Occitan Sonnet format. See original above or here)
20 May 2016
Do you see me at work preparing departure
Erecting my torches for a very long trip
You can now admire the pinnacle of art
In tanning all the rags into an immense sail
The departure will ring three small rounds and quarter
See prepare the waters in unfathomable wall
Mirror to see oneself, the crossing of the gap
Well stamped are now my seals of royal heritage
I pierce through the tight flanks of curtain of combat
Pale trestles of a scene where we live enemy
Shots in body thousands from the tireless soldiers
See the fate that brings me to land of denial
That makes me return to heaven of my innards
I give forth King patron God of both worlds blessed
Reading of the poem:
Death is the road to awe – Clint Mansell
Xibalba – Clint Mansell
Stay with me – Clint Mansell
Solitary Dream
28 March 2016
She roams Earth
In illusion’s frame
Her pace slow
Her Heart still
Her staff semblance of Oceans
Waters toil uphill
From afar
He divides waters
Promised lands
Splitting sands
Temples of the past resurge
From deepest callings
More says less
Concern with banal
Convention
Mere boredom
A whipping cane for the sane
Tripping on folly
Like cancer
Silent ills resume
Throbbing growth
Pervasion
Body’s short persuasion
Dying in white noise
Connection
Metastasis cure
Journey’s end
Stepping point
Like Siamese from head joint
Ad-libbing the words
Anchor me
The waters rise high
My ship sways
With the storms
I have lived beyond the norms
Of daily winters
I see gleam
Solitary Dream
It shines through
Lost lighthouse
Promises of forgiveness
New found tenderness
Reading of the poem:
Dream – Peruquois
Ode to Nevermore
22 March 2016
Nevermore
Will the sun rise East
The throbbing
Horizons
Witness two bright rising suns
My children from North
Nevermore
Will the foot touch lands
Sunken grounds
They distill
Decantation a process
Within the waters
Nevermore
Will the breath be air
We grow gills
Like once lungs
Breathing a new exercise
Of birthing anew
Nevermore
Will we crawl on Earth
We will fly
The gills lost
We will pay blood more than cost
Of feathers renewed
Nevermore
Will we live alone
Our blood type
Time’s carving
The cells in our frames starving
The star-bound journeys
Nevermore
Will our eyes focus
On tired strain
Of muscles
Our bodies disappearing
Ode to nevermore
Reading of the poem:
Lara Fabian, Юрий Башмет, Дживан Гаспарян – “Vocalise”/ “Вокализ”
Traces of our pains
18 March 2016
Inside you
There are bells that ring
Sunrises
Rivalling
With silver spark of moonlight
Joys in the heart sing
You look out
Watching for the fall
Golden threads
Spider’s web
The maze more than we recall
Black is but colour
You see not
The pealing of bells
Time’s treasures
Hidden deep
We create our own steep wells
Source of our magic
Dark moments
They are inversion
Fear static
Hour tragic
All but shadows of the light
Oozing from your frame
Look within
Multiple appeal
I repeat
Litany
That you may finally see
With sight of the heart
See the beat
Chronicles of love
Decomposed
In phases
Water on steps erases
Traces of our pains
Reading of the poem:
Premonition – Armand Amar
Le Piège – Armand Amar
Inanna – Armand Amar
Give in to waters
17 March 2016
We struggle
Breathing through ether
Distilled rain
Scent of pain
Fear and hate make essence boil
Barren now our soil
We are made
In love’s wet caskets
Hydro-land
Our life’s bone
The exit harsh time to hone
Skill of two flowers
Beaten live
Into this dry world
They sky dive
Literal
Falling into a parched land
Decomposed atoms
The time spent
To learn equations
Of still life
That blooms slow
Replicating inner glow
Preexisting light
Random fight
We pick up with else
Is but clone
Of our own
Inner turmoil decanting
Sediments of self
Free the mind
Give in to waters
Learn to breathe
Through raindrops
They are life that flows through heart
They are Time’s secrets
Reading of the poem:
Our Love is easy – Melody Gardot
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