Twining southern sun
22 March 2017
The birch spree
Winding cherry tree
Two to three
Time will flee
The sails spreading on the sea
Ghost fraternity
Clean shaven
He counts to seven
Uneven
Birds haven
The wings spread into Heaven
Ocean’s Eleven
Once begun
The beast slowly shun
Four to One
Reign for none
Weaving three chapters undone
Twining southern sun
Reading of the poem:
Il Dolce Suono. From Lucia di Lammermoor – Vitas
Skyfall – Vitas
Heart | Витас – Сердце – Vitas
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 winding footsteps
2 February 2016
Wherever
I walk to the hiss
Of nighttime
And ravens
I find bloodied safe havens
The riddles galore
December
It creeps into Heart
Ice and rock
Like playgrounds
Fitted with the snowbound ears
Readied coals’ embers
I colour
The dreams of the lost
Cast souls’ mast
Wild banners
My fingers know not the cost
Of lilies and smears
The white flag
Hovering like breath
Under tears
Play do me
Child clay a pool of dark fears
My music a sin
Wave the wand
Glory disappears
Magic wanes
Sugar melts
Truth around us how it pelts
Hail to story’s spin
Stir the pot
We cook what we dream
Stew and Heart
Spices art
Of broth and the melting meet
Pieces of our selves
Eleven
Moons in the wings’ folds
Seven skies
Greet my sighs
We sever what we know not
The winding footsteps
Reading of the poem:
Colours of the night – Evi Vine
December – Wooden Arms
For the Dreamers – Evi Vine
Tide – Wooden Arms
How Time Flies – Evi Vine
Chariclia – Wooden Arms
In this moment – Evi Vine
How do you crush an Angel?
6 December 2015
It was winter’s cool
Evenings spent in the garden
Time struck Eleven
Flickering white pairs
All but the one destitute
Lulling lights Seven
Jasmine exhaling
Frangipanis twining in
The scent of heaven
A whiff of her frame
Mother, she speaks to my Heart
In my soul she plays
Tell me then blue child
What upset now your belly
That Trinity bore?
Mind in between thoughts
Webs of feelings alternate
Confusion galore
Heart spoke of fatigue
The tireless clocks that wound
Butterflies’ pathways
Famine and hatred
Fabricated woven webs
Bitterness and lies
She pointed to skies
How do you crush an Angel?
As your faith slow dies
I blew them a kiss
Gifted streams of my eyes’ pearls
Hushed in Heart my cries
Angels calling me – Denean
A choir of angels Ave Maria (Caccini) – Tom Cully – slowed down
Come speak to Heart again Eleven
11 November 2015
Come speak to Heart again Eleven
Bursting open the seams we were so careful to Sew
Criss cross on Heart, Eleven no More
Breaking the waves of my mind surging into the Blue
As Heart had opened then to Seven
Of numbers the farthest and the closest I would Know
The whispers unsaid laying on Floor
Unbroken the Heart which sees path ahead every Hue
Build me the ladders that I once Knew
Feet glad in tin foil gravitate through the Twelve Stars
Listen to stories spawn Seven Years
Endings began for a New Dawn to spin Golden Age
Hark to these Seven, oh how they Flew
Unchained are my Blue soul’s wings, now undone are these Scars
Glory uncoiling end of these Fears
Oozing Red leaks through Cold past as she rewrites the Page
Faith in Heart was not born for Rummage
Shatter the idols of a Stony Age’s Beliefs
One by the Sword Dies, one by Word Lives
Red are the mindless Meadows losing the Green Treasures
Shifting into Poles, unheard Damage
Scattered are the Roots like Twenty three corals Red Reefs
Twenty thousand Bees then built their Hives
What the Heart knows, Only Love, Only the Heart Measures
Kingdom of Heaven: The Mystic Dream
Kingdom of Heaven – Knight Hospitaller
Kingdom of Heaven – What is Jerusalem worth?
Celtic Woman – The Voice
Significance
23 July 2015
Eleven days knots
Unwound into seven skies
Spoke of woven fate
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