Within Soul
9 March 2017
Beyond Mind
Lies a grid’s patchwork
It pulsates
Dominates
The Energy laminates
Windmills of the old
Copper Gold
Alchemist whispers
The frame terse
Brittle verse
Spells of brethren to rehearse
From core of the flame
Within Soul
Flies precision work
Needle’s eye
Guides my sigh
Lulling fumes where I rely
On your sense of scent
Reading of the poem:
Hidden Place – Björk
Lady of the Lake
1 January 2017
The fool yawns
Brethren’s darkened spawns
History
In making
From the skull and bones aching
The truth often dawns
In Legends
Beginning upends
Within dreams
Muffled screams
Of the red roses stutters
Restless mind mutters
Burnt on stake
Lady of the Lake
Red in blue
Infused hue
Holy blood the long-lost clue
In Time will renew
Reading of the poem:
Lady of the Lake – Audiomachine
Legacy – Audiomachine
The Legend begins – Audiomachine
Woman on the Top
27 August 2016
Salvation
Your empty wordings
Flowing free
Withered tree
Unwatered by your limp hand
A mouth to demand
Damnation
Your hatred coursing
Black rivers
Bring shivers
Brethren replicate the quakes
Judges make mistakes
Innocence
A burning willow
Nooses flow
Like the waves
Your mountains’ glory but caves
Sheltering the knaves
Complacence
Congratulate self
Twisted doll
Tightly knit
Into clothes that barely fit
Reintegrates shelf
Conduction
My nerves leading way
From decay
To dismay
Prosecuting intention
Witnesses galore
Eruption
My fiery breath
Heated frame
Sorry lame
I will not stretch below tame
Woman on the Top
Reading of the poem:
The Eternal Return – Irfan
Monsalvato – Irfan
Peregrinatio – Irfan
Infinite dams Breed
7 November 2015
.
Hark the flaming fires
Through the lighted maze now flow
In Stillness my Speed
.
Light and Dark never
More than whims of rhythmic Heart
Broken is the Deed
.
The flesh spent in wine
Brethren’s stupor drunken dance
Their motto is Greed
.
.
Father fell now slain
His infinite waters spilled
Victim to the Creed
.
.
The crowd now heartened
Moved across the airborne fields
Within tree my Seed
.
Mother bellowed fierce
I heed not the power filled
Infinite dams Breed
.
Bring to me the meek
Those whose backbones subtle spent
Bowing silken Reed
.
Aquaria, A Liquid Blue Trancescape – Diane Arkenstone
Seduction – David Arkenstone
Temple of ISIS – Diane & David Arkenstone
Silent Night – Diane Arkenstone
Ocean of Stars – Diane Arkenstone
River of Creation – Diane Arkenstone
The Angels Voice – Diane Arkenstone
The Lisping set flames
7 November 2015
Weary is the soul
That tireless travels between
Fires and Waters
Icicles will form
On the tips of my eyelids
For brethren washed out
The fire cleanses
Shards that shifted in morrows
Between Blue and Red
The clock stuck in twelve
Struck more than the midnight count
When spirits would roam
I floated in air
Circles bound me to nowhere
As the river flowed
Rotating in trap
The core shifted towards more
The Lisping set flames
Seven spelled the days
Four and four faced the seven
Infinity flew
Rumi Poem, Iranian Music and Divine Dance
Tomorrow’s tides
18 July 2015
The morning set loose
Broke into tomorrow’s realm
Time spinning its web
Soul entrapped in mighty weave
Mind in synchronicity
.
Daybreak lit heart’s fire
Its veins awoken by rays
Beams glistening white
Harken to the same slight shades
Which moonshine had dreamt sullen
.
Noon stilled all in mind
Shadows crept to zero point
As silence of heat wave struck
A clock in soul strikes no fear
For morrows are born of now
.
Evening set dark
Into plains of wilderness
Where Eye met sorrow
Welcoming eternal foe
I embraced lost brethren’s alms
.
Night sung raven’s songs
With bitterness of the loss
Tomorrow’s tides ebb
As flows the mind with spirit
That hails all but bows to none
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