Come out of the dark
28 February 2017
Battles fought
Against the dark self
Writhing lies
Evidence
Body of the consumption
Dancing to the Truth
Call me Ruth
Never mind the name
Build me frame
Like a game
I will play with you as tame
Before you’re in flame
Combustion
The wood that implodes
Building spark
From the lark
Voices beckon to fire’s ark
Come out of the dark
Reading of the poem:
So close – Olafur Arnalds feat Arnor Dan
Co-create
24 October 2016
Illusion
A floating of worlds
In my mind
World without
Percentages of choices
The outcome unkind
Build with me
With more than mortar
Less than stone
Future hone
We celebrate the Divine
In woodlands the vine
Of the growth
We have heard of tales
Flying whales
In Oceans
Floating into the blue skies
Where the strong willed lies
Morrows suns
Warm the purple creed
Blended code
Love abode
They fused the Red and the Blue
We confused each clue
Intentions
A lost path of Pi
Cut the wire
Flamed the fire
Moved around in circle dire
Consequences Grey
Monsters slay
The bright pave the way
Replicate
Co-create
Image of beauty translate
Way of Heart dilate
Reading of the poem:
Arrival of the Birds – The Cinematic Orchestra (The Theory of Everything)
Fear Ego’s highest Level
17 November 2015
Walk in the valley
Where shadows are only sight
Cracked Earth stretches
Reinventing paths
Build destroy and build anew
Within the cracks Breathe
Look upon the Lands
Liquid thoughts penetrate seams
All glory now spent
Metamorphosis
Three crows sang to nightingale
Over land’s watchdog
Fall through listless cracks
Offering is not in pride
The living Confines
Grasping all within
Blowing it to Northern winds
Darkened eye meets Ice
Rise to covered skies
The fall and the rise unite
Cold sun Witnesses
Anointed useless
Fear Ego’s highest Level
Parts with Sacrifice
Stand within the grounds
Be the dragon and the prince
All tides Overcome
Silent tunes will flow
From the hands that knead the air
Bright new Sunrises
Frozen – Madonna
Stairway to the Skies
3 November 2015
Treasures forgotten
The well brimmed with yellow sands
That whispered in nights
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I know the stories
Of well where a pitcher grew
Upon ivy’s roots
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In that well yellow
Transformed into purest gold
Midas I anew
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The touch of the rain
Scintillating in the sparks
Brimmed with Eternal
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Weary travellers
From the East and from the West
Drank from the pitcher
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Many distressed souls
From the North and from the South
Ate from the ivy
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My flesh and my wine
Iridescent offerings
Multiplied in Love
,
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Multiply me whole
There are hungers in this world
I will ever quench
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Distribute my soul
Let it be solace’s lace
Shimmering blue veil
,
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Strew me upon hills
Gather me in the valleys
Stir me in rivers
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Climb through me mountains
Let me be your blue ladder
Stairway to the Skies
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Free my airborne hair
Build upon my very Heart
Pathway to the Gods
,
There are different wells within your heart – Hafiz
We have not come here to take prisoners- poetry by Hafiz
Hafiz – If it is not too dark
In your tall build revel again complete
30 October 2015
I will the trees to gather leaves silent
For woodcutter could hear their rustling chimes
Yet trees bellow with chattering strident
I almost see within bed-ridden rhymes
Often I yearn to join the birds, migrant
Yet trees though noisy choose, I love these thymes
From all those flavours this pine tree vibrant
Of shadowed mushroom faces’ glory mimes
From yonder grounds tall ones preserve their bark
Low high, grey green, choose one in harmony
A will to hurt your glow for none compete
Look down below the winding lanes for mark
Blue red King’s colours splashed hegemony
In your tall build revel again complete
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