The light spilling fast 24 March 2021
Cavernous shadows sight my eyes I follow dark inside A dialog between us overcomes cobwebs Thought expressed ringing through my head the message sits clumsy an attempt to understand meanings of half light Piercing ray resounding echo burning through retina the stratosphere now reckons the light spilling fast Reading of the poem:
Stive Morgan - Melancholy
Of voices fading
6 June 2017
Strumming rains
In burrows of snow
The voice low
In echo
Ringing sharp through the remains
Minutes of my pains
Story tells
You, me and the wells
Stony walls
Meet my gaze
I wake up the night in daze
Of stars encircling
Seconds cling
To my bones marrow
Blue sparrow
Hunting grounds
Memories lost in the sounds
Of voices fading
Reading of the poem:
Take My Leave Of You – Ólafur Arnalds ft. Arnór Dan
The Final Chapter – Ólafur Arnalds
Epilogue – Ólafur Arnalds
Deep within lake Blue
6 February 2016
The days fly
Swirl of emotions
The feelings
Intense growth
Conscious expansion of soul
Fear is of the dead
Body stirred
Impact of broad chest
Beating heart
Blinking eyes
Fleeting moments of unrest
Blue and brown curtain
Mesmerised
Drowning in blue skies
I kissed lids
Fluttering
Bit shoulder a teasing wake
Of sleeping giant
Lazy days
Succession of nights
Lost in grains
Sandy brown
Like sawdust in milky way
Freckles a highway
Speeding lanes
A map to follow
Adventure
Departure
A promise cast on the brink
Of reaching somewhere
Thrill subsides
Yet it grows steadfast
The heartbeat
Soul echo
This is now for tell and show
Meanings unburdened
He said soft
Did you hear of Mars
Hitherto
There I lived
Speak to me of your Venus
Perhaps we can trade
I churned it
Whirling whirlwind looked
Upside down
Inside out
Every nook and corner spoke
Of unfailing love
The mind speaks
A foreign language
Heart oozes
Inky red
Stories of a thousand nights
One infinity
All else paled
Muted melodies
Hopeful peeps
Fear that creeps
Disguised in faltering love
Blown away by breeze
True love stands
More than bad weather
Dilating
Expanding
By the self replicating
Infinite system
One and one
Are more than mere sum
Less than two
Souls entwined
Between valleys and the peaks
Deep within lake Blue
Reading of the poem:
Blue Velvet – Bobby Vinton
Birdy – Not about Angels
Birdy – T Shirt
Birdy & Rhodes – Let it All Go
Birdy & Jaymes Young – Best Shot
Vois peuplé hors des normes par esprit Jéricho
10 novembre 2015
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De ces étés pourpres il restait la chaleur
D’un relent de l’encens anis camphre et myrrhe
Pour augmenter l’essence d’un visage de pâleur
Tandis que le cœur meurt d’un passé qu’on admire
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Il volait dans la foule un semblant de clameur
Voltige des ailés fut porté par leur désir
Au royaume des cieux bleus où le sang d’air se meurt
Mains glacées d’en dedans ne savent nuées saisir
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La soif saisit gorge enroulée dans de l’écho
Evidée de sens dans flou miroitement se lire
Retrouver dans ses sons renouveau des splendeurs
.
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Vois peuplé hors des normes par esprit Jéricho
Son des trompettes, du clairon, chant de l’oiseau lyre
Fracas de perte, réveil, dans des croix de raideurs
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Vangelis – Rachel’s Song
Vangelis – Memories of Green
Vangelis – Conquest of Paradise
In Nomine Patris -Not!
20 October 2015
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Synchronicities
Only worth their stories’ weight
No food for the blind
.
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The surge shot through me
Helter skelter ran the thoughts
Where are you within?
.
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You hear me never
Empty points of connection
Heart-split soul happens
.
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Scissors in my hand
I cut through these veiled contacts
Tears in my glazed eyes
.
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Fly away from pain
The nightingale told me soft
His spirit Withers
.
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The rain falls on you
From waterfalls in my Heart
In mind no Echo
.
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Prayers forgotten
In Nomine Patris – Not!
I will fly within
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Only Love makes Perfect Sense
15 September 2015
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A whiff of your scent
Captures my aching nostrils
Signals our parting
.
The taste of your lips
In heated argument roam
Provoking my own
.
Your footsteps echo
As they slowly fade away
From my memories
.
The glory of you
Between Dark and Light
Your faceless presence
.
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The feel of your hands
Deliberate and loving
Lost in our caress
.
All this forever
Planted in our DNA
Fickle cell mutates
.
Height of Senses: ache!
Within your torrid embrace
Height of Senses? Love!
.
Forsake all Senses
Only Love makes Perfect Sense
Make it Only Sense
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