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Well hello my poetic brethren.
The time has come for yet more spewings from the mind to be shared amongst you. This time I have been partially inspired by a book I'm reading at the moment and partially by a dream I had. I'm pretty sure the two were linked anyway. So let me whisk you friends into the mystical world of Sands.
Vision blurred as focus regains
Thursday 18th October 2012 12:46 pm
( A french poem with english translation )
J'irai allonger ma tête dans la cavité de la pierre,
Pour ne plus entendre les lamentations de la Terre.
L'arbre, sur l'horizon, se déracine,
Et laisse son feuillage s'envoler dans les vents.
Les oiseaux ont laissé leur pavillon d'été.
Je mettrai sur mes épaules le manteau de ta prése...
Tuesday 19th June 2012 11:35 am
(A work in progress & in constant evolution...)
What would say William Blake if he saw this world post-revolution?
What would he say if he had been witness of the greatest cataclysm of
What would he think about universalization when his gaze turned to
Can its spirit be dumb?
He wrote an answer in the form of a lullaby.
Tuesday 19th June 2012 7:37 am
It stands the ground
Rock aligned to castle
Monstrous figure of a rise
Bell legends of fog and mist lovers
What was there?
Is it an uncertain faith?
Go to sleep
What no speech
Form lady grey, no green with evil eyes
Done and be done
She sits face to face
Sits on the company
Blade raised in vivid
She burns the w...
Thursday 31st May 2012 11:49 am