Aquatic

Aquatic

5 September 2016

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September

Month of the nine trees

Grows branches

Into skies

The Angels now hear the cries

The deafening tides

 

Tree trunks float

On rivers of hope

The mind copes

In sawing

The thoughts that pervade clawing

The glimmering leaves

 

Bark and leaf

Two to a third birth

We pluck them

From the hearth

They grow in wasteland marshes

The city harsh is

 

Countryside

Landscapes of the fall

Beckon slow

To soul’s call

Finest grass for the reaper

Green is the new black

 

Oxygen

Failing my two lungs

They gather

Communion

Of pairs they will be but one

Fate of the changeling

 

Uprising

In waves of morrow

Destiny

Aquatic

They move underground frantic

The stone is their tomb

 

Reading of the poem: 

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9 crimes – Damien Rice

Delicate – Damien Rice

I don’t Want to Change You – Damien Rice

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FnzHOsiaJns

Engineering New Angels

Engineering New Angels

6 August 2016

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Workshop steel

Propping up decors

Decorum

Forgotten

Painted mask inside rotten

Spinning backwards wheel

 

Tides Await

Turn of Purging Flames

Mindless Games

Toy Soldiers

Molten Clay Water and Fire

High riding Desire

 

The Love lost

The Breath Gifts Stolen

Gasping Lung

From Earth Flung

Engineering New Angels

Iron wings flying

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Everybody hurts – R.E.M

Shiny Happy People – R.E.M

Losing My Religion – R.E.M

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xwtdhWltSIg

The web grows

The web grows

July 1, 2016

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The forbidden

Lies in reprisal

Of instinct

Gut feeling

Sending our senses reeling

Into dark recess

 

We sink fast

Into bad habits

Compressed fears

Compelling

Our minds fill with convenience

Putting up pretence

 

Our love life

Made of fear of strife

Square models

Thought patterns

Conformity our mind yearns

Being like others

 

Life smothers

When lived in inches

The will dead

Like the Heart

Compromise our daily bread

Look to Love instead

 

Communication

The only wise choice

Bed-ridden

We then voice

What could have been said before

When chance knocks no more

 

Angels’ traits

Slowly dissolving

The web grows

Rarely shows

The chains around revolving

Graveyards, build of straits

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Love show – Morcheeba

Otherwise – Morcheeba

The Sea – Morcheeba

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VnCS25z18pI

Rotating

Rotating

June 29-30 2016

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This world swirls

Twixt light and shadow

Alternate

Perspectives

My inner world reflective

Of the changing Times

 

Ghostly chimes

They talk about feast

Deadly ones

For the Beast

Perhaps celebrating ends

As the clockwork mends

 

Daily trends

Going with the flow

End is near

For the fear

Reaching out to where I hear

The angels singing

 

Gyrating

Continuous spin

Voice hovers

Above din

Of hundreds of wings flapping

Like dark pouring rains

 

Reflections

Monsoon exercise

The downpour

Engorging

Being swelling to the brink

The sum of our pains

 

The soul’s stains

Are but illusion

Confusion

Rotating

Inside the faithless minds’ space

Slaves to the rat race

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Light and Shadow – Vangelis

Alpha – Vangelis

Conquest of the Paradise – Vangelis

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5zbQnKvwaBg

The spiraling flights right into the sky

The spiraling flights right into the sky

(original form of 15th century rondeau cinquain)

19 April 2016

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The spiraling flights right into the sky

The wuthering heights, the children that fly

The sweltering rain, the dark clouds that weep

The simmering pain, the angels that keep

Farewell into lights the soul that flies high

 

The thunderous nights of hearts that deny

The weakening plights of stories that try

The innocence slain downward paths too steep

The spiraling flights right into the sky

The wuthering heights, the children that fly

The sweltering rain, the dark clouds that weep

 

The unearthly sights of the Gods that cry

The unwritten rights the rumbling outcry

The darkening stain of the flows that seep

The memories that wane though stirrings run deep

Dry foreboding writes the shrill and the wry

 

The spiraling flights right into the sky

The wuthering heights, the children that fly

The sweltering rain, the dark clouds that weep

The simmering pain, the angels that keep

Farewell into lights the soul that flies high

 

Reading of the poem: 

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The spiraling flights

Modern form of the rondeau (15 lines with “Rentrement” at 9th and 15th lines)

19 April 2016

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The spiraling flights right into the sky

The wuthering heights, the children that fly

The sweltering rain, the dark clouds that weep

The simmering pain, the angels that keep

Farewell into lights the soul that flies high

 

The thunderous nights of hearts that deny

The weakening plights of stories that try

The innocence slain downward paths too steep

The spiraling flights

 

The unearthly sights of the Gods that cry

The unwritten rights the rumbling outcry

The darkening stain of the flows that seep

The memories that wane though stirrings run deep

Dry foreboding writes the shrill and the wry

The spiraling flights

 

Reading of the poem: 

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The pain of separation (The longing)

Only Breath – Rumi

The Longing – The Truth of the friend, Rumi

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HKuORmTvfZI

The Devil’s Wife 2: Return to Eden

The Devil’s Wife 2: Return to Eden

31 January 2016

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Belzebu was worried. The date of his official wedding had arrived and his promised was nowhere to be seen. He knew his family must have had something to do with it. They had not approved of his union to the half mortal who – what’s more – was also half angelic. They had let him know very vocally that they did not approve of being shamed to this extent. Though his loyal supporters both ethereal and human had blindly accepted his command, his family still opposed the idea of making his marriage official. They did not mind when the two were wedded in secret matrimony but spelling out this union to the world was blasphemy according to them. How funny they could speak of blasphemy he thought to himself with a dry chuckle. His mirth died immediately as he saw a trace of blood on the corner of the wardrobe that belonged to his future wife. Could it be that they had actually killed her? He could not believe they would dare challenge his wrath in that way. The room simmered and blackened as he blazed, his anger notoriously a carcinogen factor for everything around him. Eventually his blaze died out when he realised there was hardly any blood there for his wife to be dead. He clenched his jaw, deep in thought wondering how to get to the bottom of this.

 

She looked around. It was an unfamiliar grey place yet not scary. Her head hurt and she could not remember why. She just had faint memories of being surrounded by a lot of energy before it had surged against her and she had blacked out waking up here. Something tugged at her sleeve and looking down she saw a young boy pulling at her clothes for attention. “We must go out now” he said in a hushed voice. “They have opened the gates”. She did not understand what he meant but he jumped up on the small table next to her and reaching towards her face turned it toward two giant iron gates that were slowly opening with a horrible screech.

Outside, many people were pouring into the courtyard from cells that were neighbouring the one she seemed to be in herself. Before she could collect her wits someone jabbed her in the ribs and she turned around to find a small being similar in size to the young boy beside her but with a wizened old face that was clearly that of an adult’s. He prodded her again. When the boy told him he was not supposed to prod her this way owing to her ranking the leprechaun, because that was what he visibly was, merely laughed. He knew that she like the others was going for memory reboot and nobody would ever know anything about the jabbing. Besides, who would possibly know her up here on the moon. Neither her own family nor Belzebu would ever think of looking for her here as it was normally only the dead ones that came for the reboot. She walked into the courtyard where a big signpost read Branding with a capital B in flaming letters and for a second she felt something flutter inside her.

 

Belzebu felt her at that instant. Her heart was clearly reaching out to him but it was too faint. Was she dying? The anger simmered again and the room filled with coals. He felt her again, the flutter faint but so full of her distinctive scent and under her flutter a lighter though somehow multiple one, a new kind of flutter he had never felt before. He instantly knew what it was. She bore his breed and perhaps that is why they had gone to such extremes, taking her away before he had made his marriage official. His mind raced as he tried to think where they could possibly have taken her. He dilated expanding himself over the Earth in search of her but she was nowhere to be found.

 

She walked on, the young boy holding her hand and the leprechaun poking her along the way. System reboot said the sign on the doorway she walked into now. Suddenly she felt a flutter but lower than her heart this time and she reached to it in surprise. The boy whose hand was tightly in hers gasped with surprise as well before his surprise turned to horror. He turned towards the leprechaun accusingly.

 

  • I am sure you knew about it
  • What good will it do anyone now? She will be rebooted and you know that nothing inside can survive the reboot. It will all be gone by the time she is back on Earth a new leaf.

 

She looked from one to the other puzzled before the boy pointed towards her belly indicating to her that she was with child. Of course, she thought to herself. She should have recognized that flutter. She had felt it before but when? She felt that other flutter again and something like an ache.

 

Belzebu felt her again, stronger. She was calling for him but visibly not on Earth as he was all over it and felt her at no place there. Her scent was coming from elsewhere. He looked up and there was the moon, staring back at him balefully, a hint of malice in her shade. He collected himself in an instant and sprang.

 

Just as she was about to enter the station, she felt a gust of wind shake the whole place. Something was right in front of her terrorising the leprechaun who fell to his knees crying “Master, forgive me. I did not know she was yours”. The gust of wind howled back at the leprechaun in front of her unseeing eyes something unintelligible yet so frightening that the leprechaun became even smaller, his beady eyes fully open in horror while his long ears and scarce hair fell back with piles of skin that were melting under what seemed to be the heat of the tornado in front of him. She screamed and immediately the wind came to a halt. She felt a familiar presence and then the overpowering feeling of something she had known for a long time right in front of her, soothing, caressing, the ache on her head slowly subsiding. Belzebu gathered his wife in his arms together with the young boy. The others had already entered the station and their rebooted souls were slowly landing on earth in various bodies. He shook with rage at the thought of what could have happened to her and his breed that she bore and the station flamed to cinders. Soon the whole moon was blazing, hurtling off track into space while he flew back to Earth with her. When he arrived on Earth, his family was waiting for them, angrily watching him land while the blazing moon in the background continued its slow spin off to the depths of the cosmos.

 

  • Do you realise what you have done? said his mother angrily
  • You have ruined rebirth and karma system for Earth as a whole by blowing up the moon, cut in his father icily
  • I don’t care about rebirth and your karma system or any of that nonsense, Belzebu snorted. We will put in place our own system
  • Pray how do you plan on doing that? taunted his mother. You don’t even know how human beings live and how they survive.
  • I will learn in order to become their leader and guide them into a new way of life, answered Belzebu
  • Your wish is my command, roared his father

 

Belzebu found himself on Earth in a remote time and space. His wife and the little boy were with him. He checked her insides but there was no damage, neither to her nor to their breed. She smiled up at him and did not falter even as he told her what he understood his parents to have done. They would need to work their way out of this like normal human beings, both of them and not just her. He reassured her though that if he succeeded in showing them he could also be a proper human being and provide for all of them without his usual powers to protect and help him then they would have to grant him back supremacy and unfettered access to Eden with her.

 

She looked at him again with love understanding that this was going to be a difficult test. Yet she knew they would be able to pass it successfully. After all he had gone up to the moon to get her back. She stood against him as he slowly engulfed her with his love and care, his lips upon her full and fleshy. She liked the fact that he was no longer an invisible spirit and knew they would get through this and sure enough, the days flew and in no time he had proven his worth beyond any doubt.

 

When he had gone back to his family showing them what he had accomplished, his heavenly father hung his head low for having doubted his own son. Slowly he gave him the keys to Eden and walked away. She watched from afar as he opened the gates, beautiful tall green, golden or rainbow gates all over the place that opened all at once. He scooped up the boy in his arms walking into the meadows and turned towards her, beckoning. She ran, her hands caressing the green grass as she rushed towards him and the boy, her heart full of happiness. It was indeed Eden, just like she remembered it from her dreams. She looked back at Earth, blue and sparkling in the distance within her mind’s eye. Their times there and his courtship had been quite a string of events but that of course, was another story.

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Tose naina lage with lyrics and Clips from Gangster

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=awjbD0xoONU

Funny times

Funny times

27 January 2016

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Funny times

Playing hide and seek

You cooked rhymes

Without salt

Neither of us was at fault

For wasted banquets

 

Spent morrows

Breakfast on the grass

Buttered bread

Goes to head

And wastes energy in class

Learning how to cheat

 

I don’t judge

Merely spectator

Of your taunts

Unending

Invisible specter haunts

Breaking the journey

 

Now we know

Truth a dictator

Merely points

Surrender

No other options arise

Naked casts the lies

 

Fishing rod

An expedition

To North pole

Ice clad holes

Looking through frigid waters

Bears much decorum

 

We eat green

End harvests yellow

Worn out scythes

Cutting rough

Jagged edges the result

Of years of neglect

 

The lost sheen

Of Heart ne’er mellow

Closed with time

The crusts hard

It would take more than a bard

To liquefy rust

 

The songs shared

Lost inner ramblings

Of tepid heart

The ways cold

Fortune favours but the bold

Scared hares learn respect

 

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Funny times

Your expectations

Coughing mirth

Mind roams Earth

We leave on journeys of sight

The other a wall

 

Angels fall

Their wings clipped neatly

Bundled prize

Winners tired

All the things that I admired

I barely recall

 

We knew not

Time spins arrogance

Huddled groups

Dissect frogs

Princes relic of the past

Fairytales don’t last

 

Titles wrought

Imagination a curse

Misspelled dreams

Broken screams

Crossing rivers between logs

Hush baby don’t fly

 

I lost them

Twice forgotten wings

Changelings

Morphing cast

Theatrical face aghast

He prays for my soul

 

Religion

Malice reservoir

Castration

Damnation

Everything against the Love

Head bent weep o Dove

 

You spell wrong

God takes not an A

Yet you goad

Lost cattle

Against the odds I battle

Heart lost in dark road

 

This testing

I know it was honed

Yet I fail

Yet I wail

It cost my faith yet I hail

Your endless glory

 

Reading of the poem: 

 

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Voyage – Youn Sun Nah

Into Dust – Youn Sun Nah

Consider me gone – Youn Sun Nah

 

Fly between Atoms

Fly between Atoms (A series of Brevette)

21 January 2016

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Wings

L   i   f   t

Body

 

Body

C   o   n   t   a   i   n   s

Soul

 

Soul

W   a   n   d   e   r   s

Dimensions

 

Dimensions

O   c   c   u   p   y

Space

 

Space

S   e   p   a   r   a   t   e   s

Matter

 

Matter

C   o   n   c   e   n   t   r   a   t   e   s

Energy

 

Energy

F   l   o   w   s

Love

 

Love

D   e   f   i   n   e   s

Angels

 

Angels

B   r   a   n   d   i   s   h

Wings

 

Reading of the poem

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Free bird fly – Omnia

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IVm3wzK-5oM

The sound of burning cellos

The sound of burning cellos

14 January 2016

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There are lies

Carved in cider’s sweet

I drink them

Wasps’ honey

Bittersweet mind’s inventions

Parched throat cries in thirst

 

We believe

Hope a block of tar

Feathers white

The glue blue

Shadows slinking out of town

As the laugh peals shrill

 

There are dreams

Deconstructed stark

In moonlight

Indifferent

Cynicism a way of life

Tongues sharper than knives

 

There is truth

Hidden in disgrace

Squandered light

Death of swans

Don Quichotte young Juan

While flames await high

 

There is mind

Impenetrable

Logic stained

Fire-struck bleak

Winding its way through boxes

Moving is habit

 

There is heart

Between moon and sun

Dragons beat

Death and stars

Sixteen to nine inches splashed

In your face lurching

 

There is past

Lurking in the light

Blind pathways

Hidden stairs

Rungs of clues leading nowhere

Where angels exhale

 

There is now

Accumulation

Tight flashbacks

Threaded pins

Holding seams that disappear

When bodies dilate

 

There will be

Tomorrow’s ventures

Green valleys

Sunshine’s kiss

The sound of burning cellos

Flying through my spine

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Desolation – Adam Hurst

Death Waltz – Adam Hurst

Seven Veils – Adam Hurst

Wake – Adam Hurst

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I6U7NGRWQO0

A way to be

A way to be

17 December 2015

 

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Look upon your inner light

Letting go more than the fight

Healing angels wing their way

So give in to love and play

 

And if you trust yourself enough

You’ll find life’s not so tough

On the road to agony

In memories’ key

You’ll found the way to ecstasy

A way to be

 

The road may seem so tiresome

I know you feel so lonesome

You think this road just glass and shards

You feel the pieces your soul discards

 

But if you trust yourself enough

You’ll find life’s not so tough

On the road to agony

In memories’ key

You’ll found the way to ecstasy

A way to be

 

When you think that light has gone

Know you’re not out there alone

Feel the angels walk beside

All throughout the rocky ride

 

And if you trust yourself enough

You’ll find life’s not so tough

On the road to agony

In memories’ key

You’ll found the way to ecstasy

A way to be

 

 

I believe in you and me

We are more than what we see

I believe in our strong heart

May its courage never depart

 

And if we trust ourselves enough

We’ll find life’s not so tough

On the road to agony

In memories’ key

We’ll find the way to ecstasy

A way to be

 

And if we trust ourselves enough

We’ll find life’s not so tough

On the road to agony

In memories’ key

We found the way to ecstasy

A way to be

  

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I have not included a YouTube song yet because I am making this poem a song which I will include once I have sung it and in fact it started out like a song in my head before I wrote it as a free verse poem. Bear with me because I am not a singer but would really like to get this melody and the lyrics out there because it made me feel good so I thought it might help others feel good too

This was recorded as a memo on my phone because my usual camcorder was not working. Be kind and constructive with your criticism 😀