April tool
16 March 2017
Fashion me
Model of the talk
Make me walk
Through mirrors
Cutting through realities
With tongues’ swift scissors
Maintain cool
Walk on verge of death
April tool
Of the fool
We hear of stories that drool
Over heroes lost
The victims
Players of the whims
Unlocked grids
Earth that skids
Future you reach for now dims
Hands now usher rims
Reading of the poem:
I’ll be your woman – Michelle Gurevich
The children of morrow they will run in the wild
20 August 2016
Now gone the attorney good riddance to all thrall
The chambers are stagnant the judges are silent
Corruption is rampant justice absence strident
Tongues of poets ferny with a lisp to enthrall
When stretched on a gurney with no love to recall
The moments then vacant no solace can present
Like death of a vagrant with no soul to lament
The end of the journey as the wild creatures call
New Times will come starker Mark my voice come hither
The sun hides in sorrow forgotten shadows’ child
The prairies are darker when the flowers wither
The hare leaves its burrow by the stillness beguiled
The venom’s the marker as the charmers slither
The children of morrow they will run in the wild
Reading of the poem:
Pa Bailar (Bailarin en el Tren) – Bajofondo
Zitarrosa – Bajofondo
Infiltrado – Bajofondo
Closing Heartpath Core
23 October 2015
More than sheer madness
Tattered walls, agony’s thrill
That the ill beguiles
.
Rescuing sister
From descending flaming tongues
We then reunite
.
Etheric watches
Over your silent crisis
As will still spirit
.
Joining path of Heart
Shining like new-born phoenix
She regenerates
.
O mortal silence
Lost in lust is the treasure
Of thousand Heartbeats
.
We shall walk alone
On knees behind you she sits
Pacing in between
.
I wept for you Eye
Withered lids had brought you down
With snakes that low crept
.
The walls grow narrow
Closing Heartpath Core
We dance renewed peace
.
Warding away fears
Mother watches over all
Keeping watch of Time
.
In Time you will come
To the greenest of Meadows
Where we all walk free
.
Blood, this flow in me
24 August 2015
Those light vibrations
They will not reach through this flow
Disconnecting us
Surging, leaking life
Nowhere does it reach wasted
Fertilising none
Your call remains deep
Though electricity wanes
In this raging sea
Your mind whispers Love
Then rages against the floods
That stop you, me, us
Silently I watch
This yearning in all tongues speak
Answer it! Should I?
You hear every tongue
Voices are mere waves you know
Understanding all
Shaking rage and might
Winding, unwinding collapse
Senses move upward
Separation churns
Rips apart like hundred knives
I wane, it will thrive
Blood, this flow in me
A prison for all yearning
Flood all, set me free
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