We are creators
30 November 2025
Manifest
The dark throngs await
Fear to hold
Tales untold
I have more to me than weight
creative mind zest
Images
birth me stellar sights
Inside me
the insights
Alternate reality
I burn no bridges
Stories tell
Truth of our great minds
The whirring
us reminds
of our features which glowing
other lies dispel
We are tall
Like evergreen trees
Predators
make us small
When the fears we slow release
we are creators
Reading of the poem:
The White Butterfly - Thought Form
Acknowledged mission
20 November 2025
My skin’s fur
rises at its touch
The panic
starts to stir
I know not what became her
Fusion erratic
Metallic
voice gains momentum
my heart beats
like a drum
the dark steely voice repeats
a note so tragic
The steel rods
I feel them begin
wayward touch
Gentle prods
piercing my delicate skin
they fold down and clutch
Progress stalls
soul other recalls
Brightened flare
my eyes blinds
My heart memories rewinds
before lightning glare
Body melts
Her carcass slow welds
flesh and steel
as I kneel
Knee on Earth not submission
acknowledged mission
We are one
Painted veils fly blue
Red remains
colour due
A spell to replicate sun
from the purple stains
Reading of the poem:
AURI - I Will Have Language (Official lyric video)
I touch upon highest sky 19 November 2025
Plaintive cry
escapes my dry lips
The past hums
in my ears
I have taken all my fears
laid them as he quips
The lesson
a repeated sound
through rumble
I listen
to the snarling ruddy hound
guts to assemble
My lover
walks a fading line
twixt borders
sleek pristine
He takes me from all regret
Heart to never fret
While mind flies
my dragon king sighs
As he grows
so do I
I touch upon highest sky
Twined outcomes he sows
Reading of the poem:
I’m Still Here – Morgan Luna
Flutters in the Heart
31 October 2025
Life borders
imagination
running wild
reckless child
without confines from orders
ne’er subdued nor mild
Some lay flat
the world crushing orb
slain digits
they absorb
obedience to fake limits
to the race a rat
Some rise high
irreducible
their minds fly
into blue
Opportunities in sky
overcome trouble
In between
humble scholars walk
Their grave stance
subtle talk
born of awareness fragrance
they move in balance
I see we
mapping second Truth
in wars end
Solemn truce
images on retina
morrow’s aurora
The whispers
of the world’s others
moving through
my ribcage
they transpose into new age
flutters in the Heart
Reading of the poem:
Aurora – Dreams
Their bodies were robbed of free will
8 January 2025
Lily white scattered memories
played in my head wooden stories
contours so light for soul to tease
when why what, questions still burning
Inner turmoil kaleidoscope
like a drowning man thrown a rope
writings on the wall help me cope
whispers of thoughts rise to wake me
I start remembering the scene
The acting of it so obscene
replacement actors never seen
outer shell same, inner alien
Prior mindfulness in tatters
parasite that itself flatters
believing it is what matters
occupying a grudging host
A life stretched for mind to ensnare
to forget toil, to forget care
heart bereft, consciousness aware
something was lurking in shadows
Like ragdolls they were forced to act
unable to scream or react
the bond was like an imposed pact
their bodies were robbed of free will
Written in the context of Ronovan writes Ovi Poetry challenge using the word “aware” for inspiration. For more poems and the rules, follow this link https://ronovanwrites.com/2025/01/08/ovi-poetry-challenge-82-aware-is-your-inspiration/
Reading of the poem:
Within Temptation - Memories
I see within futures we’ll have
13 October 2024
A future gleamed in the distance
What could have triggered its presence
my wishful thinking for instance?
my thoughts triggered worlds that twirled on
Manuscripts from high doors falling
black on white writings kept calling
the lines blurred as I’d start reading
today and tomorrow were inked
A dip into the deep to see
oceans that stretched infinity
sirens with tales to spin so free
land to water moving to air
Light morse code caught retina thrice
blue spirits playing with me nice
serving me meal with wholesome spice
I see within futures we’ll have
Written in the context of Ronovanwrites Ovi Poetry challenge. For the full rules and more poems, follow this link.
Reading of the poem:
Karliene - Siren Song
A flag flying high 23 August 2021
Only the question mattered more than the answer Twined cause and effect Common inquiry A probe into grey matter Symptom of the quest Pillars of queries Symbols of the need to know A trace of lives lived Myriads of half-truths Sign of the times etched in blood Reality blurred Picking up the clues Omen of a time gone by Skies high in bosom She survived inquests Her mind a token of light A flag flying high Reading of the poem:
Strings of a Bard (acoustic) - Estas Tonne (2021)
Written in the context of Ronovan writes weekly haiku challenge using the words question and sign or their synonyms. More on the rules and other poets’ contribution here https://ronovanwrites.com/2021/08/23/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-372-question-and-sign/
The Frost Chronicles 6: The secret world of the Marid part 4
7 May 2020
The Marid seemed to sense her presence shortly after she had sunk into the ground and turned to scrutinize her. They did not seem hostile but neither did they seem friendly nor happy that she was there among them. Some of them were whispering to each other and pointing towards her. Others were looking back and forth at her and at her half-father. They seemed to be making some connection. Her half-father rose from his throne laying the scepter aside and made his way through the half circle to where she was.
In a flash she felt herself lifted and the Marid had transported her back into her flat. She had not even felt the resistance of the ground nor did it even seem that time had gone by when she had been lifted into the outside. At the same time the part of her that was high in the skies reintegrated her as if she were a bubble. It made her think of soap bubbles sticking to each other and then forming another larger bubble. Without a further word, the Marid left her and returned to his meeting.
Goëtia
My feet are weary
8 April 2020
Catch my breath
It escapes in lakes
As I whirl
Remember!
Essence of life is hidden
Between tree and bark
Remind me
Of jewels in chest
Studded pearls
Hold moonshine
Revelry began with wine
Ending in my salt
Fill me words
My head is tired
Lay them down
Near bosom
Fly me to castles in sky
My feet are weary
Reading of the poem:
Jon Bryant – “At Home” [Official Audio]
The Frost Chronicles 5: The secret world of the Marid part 3
22 March 2020
With the second Marid now disappeared she had sat to think about potential new items that she could trade in this world for some money. The first item that crossed her mind was a device which, when secured at the bottom of where the pineal gland would fall upon at the base of the skull – if it had been able to fall, would cause the person to experience lucid dreaming or attain a high depending upon what their mindset was at the time of wearing it. She realized that this device would probably be too difficult to create on her own as it would have neuropulsers which was something that had not been discovered yet and that transmitted pulses into the brain from outside the skull. It would be developed in the future to activate and/or stabilize zones of the mind that were either not working or working erratically but as with all things scientific, a second usage would be attempted to escape reality.
She then thought that she should probably move to something which was not scientific but rather cultural or fashion based. She could see in her mind’s eye women wearing clothes made of plastic which had been conditioned so that it was almost as soft as silk on the skin. Again, however, she could not see what material had been used to condition the plastic for it to turn into a silk-like material so she realized that this too would be something she would have to forego. She then thought to herself that surely if she was able to see the end result, she should be able to see the transformation. She focused on the process of transforming plastic into a silk-like material and realized that this involved using amongst other items large amounts of balsamic vinegar and some hydrochloric acid. She thought that this was indeed a funny process and delved within her mind to discover the other items required.
After she had made a list of the items, she realized that it would be so much easier for her to ask for the exact processes from the Marid. She realized that the second Marid, her would-be father, was probably the best to ask about these matters. She had not, however, invoked him so she did not know his special name to call upon him unlike the first Marid. She knew, however, that she should be able to visit the world of the Marid as she was half Marid herself. She went within into the silent consciousness mode and thought of the Marid world as he had mentioned it to her and she could instantly feel herself splitting into it. It was as if she was disappearing into the ground while at the same time flying away in the skies. Present, past and future were but just one space that she was floating in. She could see from the skies only one woman and one man. It was as if all the male components on Earth had summed up to just one man and all the female components into one woman.
The part of her that sunk into the ground could see a gathering of Marids. They were just like a haze of clouds trapped under the Earth. It was very warm down in the Earth and not cold as she had expected given the cold air above the Earth. The Marid seemed to be having a reunion of some sort and were gathered in a half circle. At the top of the semi-circular pattern, a bit separated from the rest of the haze around her, her would-be half father was seated holding a golden scepter…
Gurdjieff – Oriental Suite – [N4,N5 Metropole Orchestra]
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