Broken minds
26 July 2016
Final choice
Curtains falling swift
Between Lives
And places
Reconciling imprecise
Future past actions
Grievances
Unreportable
My stance sole
In deserts
Blatant now the knowledge hurts
The Heart that needs peace
Broken minds
They clutch on to straws
Like kitten’s
Feeble paws
Beseeching the Mother’s breast
To quiet unrest
Reading of the poem:
Circumspection – Arcana
Dark castles
25 May 2016
Ghostly trace
Of a million sighs
Painstaking
Bleak efforts
Toppling over heart denies
As the Earth rumbles
Small pittance
The remains of hay
Thrashed over
Wane thresholds
Thunder starts stomachs grumble
Craving grains of wheat
Dark castles
They prepare red soils
Fertilized
With the spoils
The heads to one side tumble
Precision in cut
Lost the day
When future was bright
The choices
Follow fork
Right or left no in between
Twin future unseen
Turn around
Time flows up and down
The middle
A loophole
Breathing space from where we stole
New moratorium
White castles
Contrasting landscapes
From bosom
Sigh escapes
For the narrow encounters
Brink of destruction
Reading of the poem:
Angel of Sorrow – Arcana
Our traces
20 May 2016
The battle
Against hopelessness
Repeated
Endlessly
Within the soul restlessness
Killer of the dreams
The days fly
Repeated measures
The pace slow
Hesitant
Walking behind lost treasures
Our selves a shadow
We are lost
Cast in wilderness
Our traces
Running roots
Within futures’ past faces
Faded memories
Reading of the poem:
Daydreams – Abel Korzeniowski
When the fear is laid
11 May 2016
Beings filled with love
Building a bright new future
Their minds keen work tools
Others filled with void
Twirling into oblivion
Their empty corpse holes
They say find silence
The inner tool of stillness
Yet some seek point blank
There is no freedom
Within pangs of emptiness
Only the darkness
Find the inner sight
What leads you back to your soul
Redeeming you whole
When the fear is laid
Down with the mindless corpses
Beings of soul live
Reading of the poem:
Unveil your Love – John Sokoloff & Mark Lennon
As He leads me Home
25 April 2016
Slippery steep slope
The past a sleek marble wall
For the lost to grope
Holding on to threads
Silken, embedded in cracks
No basis for fate
The future’s presents
Unseen by the blind of heart
Pennies on their eyes
See them walking dead
Their bosoms laden with stones
Of their precious kind
Garland of flowers
Withering from stressful times
Each their own cross borne
I dwell in the now
My feet open source of surge
Thunderbolt for skies
Electricity
Coursing through my seething hands
His message of love
Infinity calls
Within my chest the answer
As He leads me Home
Reading of the poem:
Crisis of Faith – Audiomachine
Path to Freedom – Audiomachine
Home Again – Audiomachine
In split particles
23 April 2016
Slow and sure
I see it unfold
Morrow’s mirth
Future birth
Small signs of recognition
Synchronicity
Never seen
Barely understood
Confusion
Of the mind
Stripped it of significance
The empty treasure
You saw me
In split particles
The light shades
Darkening
Impact of the heart’s features
Chest empty vessel
I hold it
Like a precious bird
The future
Shining bright
Like a mirror in glazed eyes
When the light seeps in
Chosen path
Possibilities
Fate’s remnants
Event’s turn
Twisting through the true meanings
Known by pure of heart
We depart
With the day’s work done
You twin sun
My soul’s blood
I keep you within the core
Though fate never more
Reading of the poem:
Vide cor meum – Patrick Cassidy based on La Vita Nuova (A ciascun alma presa)
J’esquisse les délices d’un futur qui germe
(English translation below)
18 March 2016
Ecoutez dans mon Cœur souffler le vent
Il en appelle aux lys aux oiseaux des plaines
Du cri de feuilles mortes qu’on ramasse souvent
Au pied de chansons d’amour, vieilles rengaines
Temps des souvenirs, à l’ombre de l’auvent
J’ai enterré vive mémoire de mes peines
Dans les prés vert-de-gris ternes du couvent
Où les saintes eaux des puits ouvraient mes veines
Il coulait rouge gorge d’un tableau mystique
Dans les ruines d’ancienne Rome où gisent les thermes
Filet mince émanant de source Magique
Pointe du Nord vaine étoile, son cœur se ferme
Puisant dans tréfonds d’un élan mythique
J’esquisse les délices d’un futur qui germe
Lecture du poème:
Le vent nous portera – Noir désir
I sketch the delights of a future that sprouts
(Translation of an Occitan sonnet written in French)
18 March 2016
Listen to the wind that blows within my Heart
It calls on lilies on the birds of the plains
The cry of dead leaves that one would pick often
At the foot of love songs, beaten old stories
Time of remembrance, in shade of the awning
I buried live the memories of my sorrow
In green-grey meadows of the monastery
Where holy waters of wells opened my veins
A robin was flowing from mystical scene
In ruins of ancient Rome where lie thermal baths
A trickle emanating from magical source
Tip of North a vain star, his heart now closes
Drawing from depths of mythical momentum
I sketch the delights of a future that sprouts
Reading of the poem:
La Terre vue du ciel – Armand Amar
In composing miracles
5 March 2016
I hear sounds
Of Time’s chronicles
Whirring slow
Into place
As past merges in future
Confusing senses
Elation
Disorientation
Conflicting
Emotions
They seize me and shake me dry
Of moist tenderness
The mind firm
Resumes exercise
Breathe life in
Breathe pain out
My shoulders squared I stand stout
Waging daily war
The slow breath
It is a wonder
As it fills
My ribcage
Reminder of beating life
That throbs in blue veins
Days remains
They spell the night’s trace
As it walks
Stilted pace
Forgotten the morning grace
As darkness now falls
Yesterday
Life was so simple
We flew kites
Hearts brandished
In composing miracles
We lived every wish
Reading of the poem:
Chopin Nocturne in D-flat Op.27 No.2 – Maksim Mrvica
Somewhere in Time – Maksim Mrvica
Hana’s Eyes – Maksim Mrvica
Hushed star’s path
26 February 2016
The wonder
Unfolding slowly
Higher sights
Within range
Vivid photons now derange
The smooth horizons
Succession
Past present future
Wondrous views
Earth renews
Icy age follows the fires
Metamorphosis
Moon hurtling
Out of its orbit
Sparkling death
Knitted net
A sun its son to remit
Within starlit skies
There is love
Woven in my heart
As I walk
Free and lone
Into the blue wilderness
Breathing the waters
I dive slow
Into melding sand
While the winds
Hold my hand
New heavens and Earths greet me
As I emerge low
Her scents whiff
Guiding star shines bright
Mother calls
Silent voice
They starch her choked collar stiff
As she exhales light
Talk to me
Between you and me
Hushed star’s path
Broken maze
The sights of you in a haze
As we gather core
Reading of the poem:
Lights & Motion – The Spectacular quiet
De l’entrain à mourir naît vie éteinte
11 février 2016
L’étude de mes maux le cerveau éreinte
Une vie pour pécher sur rivière radeau
J’invente mélopées de fiévreuses complaintes
Saisir par les tripes de vie mon cadeau
De l’entrain à mourir naît vie éteinte
Allumer bûcher, étreindre fourneaux
Elaguer douleur par pores je la suinte
Couper tout menu empiler copeaux
Silence observé n’est point consentement
J’habite en des lieux de déni de vie
De l’offre assurance elle sans qu’on sente ment
Le dos voûté lourd le cœur dans l’oubli
J’invente un futur stellaires scintillements
Dialogues pour les sourds chaos anobli
Lecture du poème:
English rough translation here
From spirit of death a wane life is born
February 11, 2016
The study of my woes tires the mind
A life spent fishing raft on the river
I invent chants of feverish complaints
To grab by life’s guts take charge of my gift
From spirit of death a wane life is born
To light a bonfire hugging furnaces
To prune off the pain oozing out of pores
To cut all tiny and stack the shavings
The silence observed is not consent sign
I live in places of life’s denial
Guaranteed offer none knows but she lies
Heavy the arched back heart in oblivion
I invent future of stellar sparkles
Dialogues for deaf and knighted chaos
Dream 3 (in the midst of my life) – Max Richter
Path 5 (Delta) – Max Richter
Dream 13 (minus even) – Max Richter
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