Tremors in my head
13 October 2017
Eons fleeing
Sense of bosoms fair
Multiplied
They divide
Opposite mathematics
Skewed analysis
Cryptic talk
Language compounded
Parables
Teachers’ walk
The island built on a rock
Between air and sky
Compose me
Miracles undead
My copies
Unending
Gushing out of scores of me
Tremors in my head
Reading of the poem:
Metamorphosis – Stive Morgan
For whom the bell tolls
6 August 2016
Half circle
Encroaching spires
The end near
The minds fear
The Hearts void of all desires
Purity dilates
Radius
Guides everlasting
Sum of two
Pi disclosed
Three quarters of doors then closed
Skewed mathematics
Hum in three
Voices that sing low
Be the flow
Where time stops
Wilderness now grows the crops
Of sunken gardens
Take my staff
Divide the waters
Birth the wells
Break the shells
Separate the wheat from chaff
Unsung mysteries
The skies wed
Coloured rainbows hue
Like virgins
Sparkling dew
Dying stars colours renew
In the aching void
Grating polls
For whom the bell tolls
Sacrifice
Relentless
Idiosyncrasy human
Their blindness endless
Reading of the poem:
Royaume Mélancolique – Dark Sanctuary
L’être las, L’envers du miroir – Dark sanctuary
Les Mémoires Blessées – Dark Sanctuary
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