Raven Time
23 October 2017
Riddles flow
From the fevered brow
Listen now
I will show
The snow peaks in deserts glow
Mountainous the sands
Invoked lands
Awoken the cold
Centuries
Now unfold
Hidden glaciers uprising
People surprising
She awoke
To new millenium
The clock struck
Raven Time
Their two tongues watered my rhyme
Spilt in canticles
Reading of the poem:
The Longing – Rumi
Infinity’s Time
15-16 September 2016
Blue waters
Encircling the port
Carry weight
Of stories
Lost sailors buried under
Pirates that plunder
They wage wars
The heavens deny
Our wage peace
Light kindred
Our daily toil rewarded
Twenty-three hundred
The clock marks
The eleventh hour
The skin breaks
With the quakes
Infinity joining code
Mutations process
Winged creatures
Birth from my bosom
Ghostly tales
Seek my mind
In playgrounds where we rewind
Birds becoming whales
Hammered Truth
In minds agonised
Retreating
Bereaving
Shards of memory retrieving
In frames hung on nails
We design
Spacetime’s cavities
Weak promise
Thought forget
Strong keep promises not made
Will in the intent
We find ease
In lives lived unbent
The regret
A shadow
The meek speak the proud bellow
To each speech fellow
Gathered crowd
Crisscross of patterns
Raised lanterns
Eight rivers
Crossing at the peak of Tides
Infinity’s Time
Reading of the poem:
Canto dell’Alma / Alma Mater – Flavia Vallega Krystael
Il volo dell’Angelo – Flavia Vallega Krystael
I Am that I Am / The Moses Code – Flavia Vallega Krystael
The greatest divide
5 September 2016
Digital
Flicker on the clock
Three three three
Wake-up call
Mind goes through all I recall
The buzz of the fall
Dark flashes
The light particles
Spirits haunt
Old temples
The paper burning crumples
The weight of my words
Gathered herds
Reckoning of Times
Passages
Through needles
Unbridled journey speeding
Through fabric of space
My wrapping
Immaterial
The loyal
Calm await
They perceive the long lost gait
Whispers of my mind
Circles squared
Answers in the Pi
We research
Fruits of lie
Geometry distorted
In withering planes
Traversing
The greatest divide
I pierce Heart
In knowledge
Walking on rim of sky’s edge
Soul immemorial
Reading of the poem:
Gurdjieff – De Hartmann Vol 04: Meditation, par Alain Kremski
Gurdjieff – De Hartmann Vol 01: Voyage vers des lieux inaccessibles, Alain Kremski
Gurdjieff – De Hartmann Vol 03: Recit de la resurrection du Christ, Alain Kremski
Tabula rasa
17 July 2016
Brutal happenings
Dissolution of a life
Identity swept
Right off the gridlines
Not a temporary stance
A move off the dance
Five six seven eight
The exercise continues
Replacement dons shoes
Four three two and one
Count no more for it is done
The clock ticks onward
Irretrievable
The resolutions taken
In past extensions
Pour me a nightcap
Resolutions lack resolve
When ceilings cave in
Oceans covered din
Thunders of a hundred waves
Sealed the leaking tap
Trains and boats sink fast
The fish venture unabashed
Reverse aquarium
Meek summer nights stall
My quaking communication
A guilt to recall
The water the fall
Can you see what I must see
Blinding waterfall
Disconnected straits
Bridges of desolation
Pathways for the dead
They crawl slow around
Inconsolable white light
The sob heaving chest
The city crushes
The will of bleak emptiness
I yearn for forests
Within the jungle
Only one kind of law rules
No constricted schools
Unmanned the learning
When the forests are burning
All animals flee
When all are equal
In problems solutions lie
The friend in rival
Give me the blind eye
Let me treasure ignorance
That seeps as I sigh
Humanity’s pains
Grit my teeth shatter my bones
Survival in clones
Twirl me a new leaf
Grant me renunciation
Turn me the tables
Tabula rasa
When all is said and undone
Back to the square one
Reading of the poem:
μάνος χατζιδάκις – Ερωτική άσκηση για 2
μάνος Χατζιδάκις Σ’ Αγαπώ αλίκη καγιαλόγλου
Manos Xatzidakis – Gioconda’s Smile
Do you see?
23 January 2016
Do you see
The falling memories
They build lakes
Steeped in blue
The hue of moonshine
She and I were two
Did you know
Inevitable
Red meets blue
Purple tunes
The fusion of the phoenix
Rising from ashes
Child in me
Picks up drawing ink
Squaring planes
Circles twined
Profusion of connections
Slits into the soul
You are blind
Like we were once deaf
Our worlds shut
Like tight breath
Exhaling from compressed lips
Landscapes of sorrow
The silence
Communication
All dead words
In white shroud
My dark shadows lost in cloud
Nine a mere number
In your mind
Your thoughts roam alone
Path of stone
Ropes for blind
Highways grey crumbs left behind
Bricks for the tender
Trick or treat
Guessing overstayed
Underpaid
Time precious
Ticks sucking red drops of life
Amusement parks themes
Dark playgrounds
I seldom choose black
Shapes curving
Circles full
Foot ventures not on dead track
Misplaced wanderings
Truth and lies
Tilting sceneries
Wilting rose
Doubts impose
Proximity’s timed playthings
Stuffed toys for musings
Bask in light
Revered distant star
Twinkle bright
Lost the fight
We honour your corpse buried
Six blue feet under
Thieves plunder
Jewels of your chest
Show and tell
Cast a spell
Between words plastered and song
The walls hearts arrest
Clock ticks talks
Language spelt or read
Hymns for dead
Clues for child
Imagination runs wild
My aim in clear head
Do you see
The wasted morrows
They sink ships
Hidden hues
Swarms of bees suckling pristine
Sprouting of my Blues
Francesca Gagnon – Querer (Cirque du Soleil)
Una noche mas — Μία νύχτα ακόμα– YASMIN LEVY-LYRICS -Greek
Arno Elias -El corazon – Η καρδιά (greek subtitles)
The Cinematic Orchestra – Arrival of The Birds (432 hz)
As Time flies still
16 January 2016
She shrieked. Her mother ran in from the other room, wondering if she hurt herself. She was standing there, trembling, her face contorted with fear as she gazed at the middle-aged woman in front of her. Look she screeched at her mom, who is that fat woman? It is you, answered her mother, tears running down her face.
She looked at herself in the mirror. Time had passed faster than she imagined. Ten years! She could not believe that this had happened. The words of her mother explaining everything drowned into the distance and she only picked up bits and pieces so akin to the bits and pieces of herself that she was now picking up, recollecting her past as she examined that unknown paunchy dull woman. …Catatonia… you were… depressed… never reacting… I took care of you despite …fed you… combed your hair… bathed you…
The grandfather clock seemed to pound the seconds synchronised with the beating of her heart as she reached out to the image of herself and the vision of her hand with its strange reflection, chubby with the nails crooked and bitten off was another shock. Ticks and tocks, how many more shocks, her mind whispered. She still could not believe so much time had passed without her even living those moments truly. Of essential time she had not felt the chime, she told herself. It was as if someone had stolen those years, hidden them away from her. Oh but to find the key to the treasure chest and wind back those memories to contemplate!
She looked back to her image, the weary tired eyes with the crow lines extending towards the cheeks. Those cheeks once so rosy and spruced how they were all faded now sad and grey. That sagging tired jawline could sink the spirits lower than wine she thought to herself as her finger traced them slowly towards her temples. Her head was aching now and she pressed her temples hard wincing under the pain but glad to be feeling again something at least. All those years gone by that she would never be able to witness like grains of sand they had seeped through her fingers and would never come back. What had happened to him she wondered. Tempus fugit… a cackling voice repeated over and over in her mind as she sunk to her knees.
Written in the context of FRIDAY FICTION with RONOVAN WRITES Prompt Challenge #9
Ping back and rules here
Miles Davis – Tempus Fugit
SPECTRE Soundtrack – 19. Tempus Fugit by Thomas Newman
Sam Smith – Writing’s On The Wall
Los Muertos Vivos Estan (Movie Version) (“Spectre” soundtrack)
Hit and miss never
5 December 2015
Lilies on my hand
Burgeoning with the green leaves
Waters in my Heart
The soul burning white
Through unmistakable blues
I miss the night skies
The road paved in ink
Inglorious dark pathways
To somewhere amiss
Where soul would wander
Bathed in the forgetfulness
That I miss the most
Clarity struck hard
Gone was the blissful soft sleep
Missing is dreamtime
Clock me to midnight
Point my needles up and straight
Hit and miss never
Evanescence – Bring me to Life
This post is part of SoCS
Hit and miss never – Linda Gill prompt word “miss” for December 5, 2015
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
The River of Time
27 October 2015
Heavenly skies spoke
Of times when Angels flowed free
Blue lights in the skies
.
Halt not the Time’s flow
Cast upon the green pastures
Worlds isolated
Rising from the Blue
A fall within the waters
Split the waters halved
.
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Swimming up Rivers
Mind yearned for the Knowledge bite
As I chewed the Hours
Resolute madness
Prometheus in maiden
Lighting own fires
Scorching flames lapped high
Into the tender skins’ ways
That ground kept losing
Molten lava poured
From every pore of my skin
With the pain oozing
.
He shed my skin free
It floated unencumbered
Loosely fitting seams
The River of Time
Picked up the sizzling pieces
And cloaked me cooling
.
.
I flowed with the clock
Backward loops kept me adrift
As I fetched your skin
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