Open doors
13 April 2017
Sniffing free
Immortality
Whistling through
Winds so true
The doors knocking to the beat
Of the prancing feet
Breathing hard
Looking past the shard
On the cheek
Of the meek
Death transcendence April tool
Journey of the fool
Open doors
Nightingales cross floors
Bending cores
Welding shores
The shaking limbs keep me scores
Of the records’ stores
Reading of the poem:
The Song of the Stones – Trobar de Morte
Natural Dance – Trobar de Morte
The Pagan Way – Trobar de Morte
Jubilatory
31 October 2015
.
I fell from steep cliff
Into ocean that kept me
At bay from my minds
.
Irresolute Eve
I had a mind to falter
Perhaps now I did
.
.
I leapt in the airs
But ground came to my rescue
The broken seashell
.
Hedges me lifted
In between airs and the ground
Comical relief
.
Down with rusty thud
Metal shard hip pierces, makes
A hole in my Heart
.
Butterfly flew free
From the hole that sucked it through
By might of its will
.
.
I watched them unmoved
The hole and the butterfly
I knew would miss train
.
Metal and me soul
Waited in silent station
As the hipbone oozed
.
A boatman did come
He said ferry replaced train
Asked I pay better
.
I searched now frantic
I only had ten coins
But lo two just dropped
.
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I looked up at you
Etheric Angel, dream’s Truth
Warped into your gait
.
Jubilatory
The boatman took twelve pennies
Carried us across
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