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Thursday, 22 August 2013

Poem: Everything you need

Hubble captures spectacular ‘landscape’ in the Carina Nebula



I dreamed of an everlasting light
guiding all our wheels in the right direction
through the years we persuaded ourselves
that the past is just as real as the future
but our vision of space and time is limited
clocks may just as well be an illusion
offering a stairway of back and forth
what if death is the beginning
                and womb isn't our first home?
what if we already lived this moment
                and made a different decision
                in another plane of reality?
what if the things we feel, we have already experienced
                are memories of another self?
what if the things we do shape the current
                in a bigger way than we pay tribute to?
effecting living over longer period of existence
when you tilt the floor by 360 degrees
you find that what matters stays nestled
in the same corner of your heart
there are things you shouldn't and wouldn't do
but that doesn't mean you won't
the shoes you'll wear may have been worn before
but I know you'll take your own steps
for everything you need is already inside you
         and I'll be strong for you

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Last night I was listening to a song by Hans Zimmer, Time, the OST for movie Inception. It's just a perfect song for writing... The mood it creates... and everything that you write listening to that song, seems more epic. :)

Monday, 19 August 2013

Poem: We are theirs

Photo by Elena Kalis



                WE ARE THEIRS

water bleeds out the reflection of me
my body can't hide in the blue light
we paint our bodies, setting milestones in time
in the raw pocket of the universe
where we've been for the last minute or two

I crumble into thousand pieces of regret
searching for guidelines, to define a purpose
learning not to let the current drift me away
I breathe the smell of loneliness
above the ashes of burned bodies we walk

let us chase the moon one last time
may the moonlight tie our hands together
and may the wild spirits living in our bones
reach out for the home they once lost
they keep calling through the depths of fire and flood

                -- we are theirs.

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 Another prompt by Magpie Tales, for Mag #182. The image and the song Burial at sea by Mono really created the atmosphere from where I could write this.

Saturday, 17 August 2013

Poem: Wait for me

This image was used as album cover for Blind kiss by Head on.



WAIT FOR ME

I felt your ribs
when we were slow dancing
drifting through the city
with its dreams painted on the street walls
and I have mine carved in the halls of my heart
where we hide our most precious things

I felt you shiver
if your love is like a sea
I wish your thorax is full of water
draw me – love notes on my skin
till the fire burns up the bones
and you'll look for me through fountain eyes

love – till the verge of madness
I lure you with my words in this game of blindness
 we like to dress in mystery -  defining our morals
you catch me in a moment  and blind my eyes with daisies
I know your voice, it whispers
between your heartbeats

lose your lips on me
            and wait for me

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This is my 100th post here. Dancing my mini happy dance ;)

Saturday, 10 August 2013

Poem: Bird in the cage





BIRD IN THE CAGE



I'm catching premonitions

   in the corner of my eyesight

like fallen stars, graciously cold

my fingertips found a teardrop

   under my skin – cells made of me,

like my brain or bones

I knew it as mine – yet a stranger it has become

grabbing me by the hand, leaving me searching...

                for the last breath

some force sweeping us into eternity

then we tumble down

in the last minute - we chase it

face falls down when we meet it,

the last time you say farewell

making history in these seconds

   nothing standing in the way

of becoming who you are

    our lives shared across time

and as I'll swim in the ocean

I'll remember your name 

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 A patient once said she found cancer in her breast, and she described it as a teardrop. Listening to Nick Cave in the late hours of a summer night made the words flow onward.