Throbs and vibrations
1 April 2018

The river flows
Endless and coursing
Through the rocks
It pulses
Sound of life and afterlife
Throbs and vibrations
Reading of the poem:
Double Dutch – Jesse Cook
Throbs and vibrations
1 April 2018

The river flows
Endless and coursing
Through the rocks
It pulses
Sound of life and afterlife
Throbs and vibrations
Reading of the poem:
Double Dutch – Jesse Cook
From back to before
2 June 2017

Vibrations
Bring me through Ether
The pathways
Of fever
Coursing through the cells that blow
Out of proportions
Dilation
A course of set tunes
Seven moons
Chosen runes
Running across the power
As the knaves cower
Distillate
Implosion of night
In the rain
Course again
Shadows of forevermore
From back to before
Reading of the poem:

Shaman’s Dream – Nectar
Shaman’s Dream – Mother Water
Shaman’s Dream – Istanbul Dubphonics
Seagulls Homecoming
4 January 2017

The grass blends
With the breeze of icicles
Sways within its gasps
Frozen white crystals
Partition of the fractals
Internal rings light
The snail is woven
Into shell of ringing Time
Blackbirds will flutter
Swallows in the sun
Moving through darker mists fly
In stillness the might
Daffodils shimmer
Through vibrations of sunshine
Inner bears outer
Moonbeams will glitter
In pitch-black diamonds glimmer
Shades of Netherland
Iris wells dilate
Mind in Heart diluting trend
Imploding explode
Wings of lark propel
In ocean of starry void
All stones to avoid
Dreamtime will consume
Ages of wings now growing
Seagulls Homecoming
Reading of the poem:

Day One – Audiomachine
Across the Horizon – Audiomachine
HomeComing – Audiomachine
Sim City 3: Into the woods
19 October 2016

The boy hit her full blast in the chest with the stun gun. The impact stung slightly and then she could feel the electricity surge through her ribcage and fill her chest with vibrations. She feasted on the sensation before pulling the stun gun off and kicking him off balance with a diving lunge at his feet. In no time she had overpowered him and stood over him with the stun gun in her hand. She looked at him, expressionless, her finger on the trigger. He attempted to open his mouth again to yell for Prime Creator. She squeezed the trigger and left him lying in the middle of the room, his body convulsing at the rhythm of the waves she had emptied into his brain.
Prime Creator had come out of his room and was staring at her. He caught a glimpse of his son’s body from the corner of his eye and rushed towards him. She looked back at both of them. How pained he seemed at watching his son shudder. She resumed her journey onward, bent on leaving the house. In her mind she had seen clearly the woods beyond the garden of the house. She would be safe there as Prime Creator did not seem to like the woods. She heard Prime Creator pick up the stun gun. She shook her head in disbelief. He did not know! It struck her that he was much less intelligent than she had thought him to be when she had first discovered he had made her.
Don’t, she said barely audibly. Something in her voice chilled him. It had nothing to do with the voice he had given her in his coding. His hand shook and the finger on the trigger faltered. Please don’t, she repeated. The change of pitch in her voice to what he recognized reassured him. He pressed the trigger and closed his eyes, sorry that he had had to destroy her after all. The gun dropped from his hands. When he opened them again, she was towering above him, the gun firmly in her hand.
He looked at her slightly irritated that she should call him father before lowering his eyes from the intensity of her gaze
He felt the waves penetrate his skull just as he looked up at her again. Her face was calm and dispassionate. It reminded him of his own when he had dissected a frog several decades ago on a school bench.
She threw the gun and ran into the sunlight leaving their writhing bodies behind her. She wondered what the young one had meant when he had yelled “Another one”. Behind her she could hear the pounding of feet as the guards attempted to stop her flight. The fence was higher than what she had seen when wandering here in her mind. She picked up speed, her body tensed and she leaped, bracing herself in mid-air for the impact of the new ground she did not know. The guards watched with open mouths as she leapt over the fence, rolled over head first and ran into the woods beyond.
Prime Creator came out of the house, limping, his eyes still in a daze. He dropped to his knees and buried his forehead in the sand. He sobbed into the sand realizing he would never see her again. A swarm of birds flew out of the woods in a flurry from where he guessed she was still running.

Suspiro – B-Tribe
Goodbye / Hasta Luego – B-Tribe
Misterio Interlude – B-Tribe
The inverted roles
8 September 2016

Clay pigeons
Rise up to my height
They fly high
Beyond sight
Artillery drawn reckons
The other beckons
Stand it off
The weight of the knees
Weary eye
Sees double
Compression of dimension
The folded bodies
We scare we
A game of two darks
Shares no light
Display might
It dissolves in the black marks
Streaking down my chin
Lower din
Your voice laminates
The whispers
The answers
To riddles we have become
They sail in monsoons
The three moons
They speak of shadows
That light smite
Pure de-light
Execution of the rows
Taking over night
Shifted poles
Stall my vibrations
They shiver
They quiver
Through contractions deliver
The inverted roles
Reading of the poem:

Hunter – Björk
It’s in our Hands – Björk
Possibly Maybe – Björk
Warriors
20 May 2016

Do you hear
The call of the Love
Vibrations
Penetrate
Every fiber of our frames
Soul quits playing games
Still the mind
Hear inner voices
They speak Art
World’s beauty
Love is more than mere duty
The voice of the Heart
Earth revolves
Spinning round and round
Gathering
Deep essence
The twirling confirms presence
Of the inner self
The raindrops
They quench every thirst
Glistening
Falling free
The mighty brought to the knee
Forgotten children
Twining roads
They lead to escape
The blue fires
Rekindled
From ashes of the grey dust
Love is more than lust
The battle
Lies in giving in
Warriors
Splintered minds
Gather remnants of their kinds
Retrieving oneness
Reading of the poem:

Beauty Pure Consciousness and Infinity – Vargo
Precious – Vargo
Warriors – Vargo
A walk on waters
3 December 2015

Minds traces scented
Red roses blooming in thoughts
Whirlwinds of flowers
Blue skies float through me
Daisies and bluebells colours
Paint sun’s warmth in me
I dive into you
Explosion of red senses
You are everywhere
Purple stars twine me
Hazy red engulfs my frame
Amniotic Love
Shades of your presence
Crimson haunting through body
Pulsing vibrations
Silken ascension
Gliding through shimmering realms
Dividing waters
Twin leap through portals
The above meets the below
Synchronised flowing
Surging waterfalls
Swimming in between twin worlds
A bridge to elsewhere
Respite in brief touch
Shadowlands bluest tremors
Lost kingdoms’ crowning
Delicate jewels
Sunken ships of mind’s embers
A cave of treasures
Wings of vapours lift
Simmering coals bolster feet
The airborne ravens
A walk on waters
Weightlessness in destiny
Miracles in Heart

Schiller feat Maya Saban – I miss you
My spirit dances
22 September 2015

You and I now know
The strength of this connection
Kinship of spirits
Days wasted doubting
The essence of this frenzy
That sieged both our Hearts
The tremors that shook
Within ethereal life’s frames
Unwinding desires
Our minds we read loud
Like deafening thunder’s voice
The tug of those calls!

Complex yet simple
The weave between the two souls
That stubborn sole stood

Now adornments gone
We stand facing us naked
Devoid of all frills
Shaking and fearful
Though strength comes on word by word
Your spirit chants low
Allured and enticed
To vibrations of your Love
My spirit dances
In dance of lovers
Only morrow is union
Of the naked flesh

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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