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In a revered Tibetan tradition,
I read aloud to my father,
the dead are borne to mountains
and the bodies offered to vultures.

I show him the photographs
of a monk raising an ax,
a corpse chopped into pieces,
a skull crushed with a large rock.

As one we contemplate the birds,
the charnel ground, the bone dust
thick as smoke flying in the wind.
Our dark meditation comforts us.

I ask if he’d like me to carry him—
like a bundle of sticks on my back—
up a mountain road to a high meadow
and feed him to the tireless vultures.

"Yes," he says, raising a crooked finger,
"and remember to wield the ax with love."
Take a soft tipped brush
Dip, and trace my nakedness;
Viscous dripping rainbow streams
Clothe me here within our dreams.
Swirl my curves
With satin pink,
Let your brush flutter and sink
lower, purples, red and blue,
I'm a canvas here for you.
Paint me scarlet, paint me gold,
Paint some words
italic, bold
Stop when you begin to weep
A masterpiece, for us to keep.
An old one of mine, a favourite.
 Oct 2014 terra nova
Ady
I want to love you, I promise,
even more than I do.
But how can I love you even more,
when I already do?
I want to be infinite with you-
but life gives you finite moments
and I enjoy those too.
So tell me,
so kiss me,
so hold me
and I'll return each and every gesture.

Let's hide underneath a starry duvet
just between the darkness
because I promise you the the stars
interwoven into a blanket and give
the moon to you as a plump pillow so
you can rest your dreams in the safety
of the possibilities.

You want me to leave you-
once the moon sets sail and
the sun makes its marked trail
back into the pink sands of the sky at dawn.
You think yourself so small,
not good enough for you and I.
And I can tell you many times
but you can't listen to me if
you keep covering your ears
with your palms.

Let's close our eyes, just here,
where the sun doesn't shine-
hurry! Before the light reaches us.

Let me show you,
what loving you is all about.
Sometimes I'm not sure if I write to me or to you.
Hush now, the calm breeze whispered,
And ripples twirled on the stagnant sea.
The surviving boat stands in the mist.
So does a traveler on it.
Almost a shadow,
A mere existence of wanderlust,
There is only one God,
He repeats under his breath,
Like a mantra,
As it slowly polishes his rusted heart.

The sun lost its horizon
And dives in the heart of-
A lover.
Leaving darkness with hope.

The traveler knows,
His soul was made for prayer.
That the eternal bliss waits
With light and freedom.

O’ beloved, you are not just a dust in this universe.
For we all may be made out of soil,
The lord still takes you as his friend.

Death-is an inevitable sweet escape.
That was told.
An open secret,
Known to all
Yet, he is alone.
Rest has ran away from their graves,
Even if the sky formed celestial waves,
They won’t be saved.



My signs lie in your silence,
When you utter a word.
I flow like the stream,
Of your solid dreams.
Know me, my lover,
For I am near.
Nearer than your jugular veins
If only you felt me.



All the fallen stars in this ocean
Now knows what is within him.
The boat that keeps him afloat
Understands its companion
Lives with insanity
For no one talks in his sleep
So passionately.


Everything is alive,
Living and breathing
With your heartbeat
A constant hint-
Trying to capture your senses,
For your love is its only desire.
The only truth of this moment,
That the dice is left alone.
Blue, red and white in one row,
A puzzle yet to be known.
Some colors are left to -
Wander in a black and white world.

Warmth can be found
In the corner of
Your little space-
The only bitter escape
Alas, your eyes is still flooded
With an unknown storm set on fire.

Hands frozen with reality,
Faded dreams and life’s brutality.
Coldness has seeped through
The four walls and ground,
Slowly making its way to the window,
Trying to toss your
Helpless sorrow to its home.


But for now, the lonely dice
Still waits for your embrace
For is lost without you.
The color is living
In its own chaos without your touch.
It silently pleads and whispers,
‘Little girl, please don’t drown
In agony without tasting the rainbow.”
 Oct 2014 terra nova
SG Holter
I sat (as I do when I don't need to stand)
By the river Vorma, a twenty minute forest walk
From my home farm.

Bukowski sat with me, speaking of how even
The best books in the world are
Merely sawdust.

I watched the sun via the water go from bright,
Innocent yellow to dark, sensual shades of
All sorts of blood,

Blushing with its whole self, then withdrawing
Beyond the rippled mirror image of its
Completely unjustified shame.

I lost my reading light, folded Charlie up and
Sat with my arms across my knees, watching
Fish jump on unsuspecting dinner insects,

Tossed the book in the water, and sighed.
The whole scene was just too perfect
Not to.
There are stories in your eyes.

I never told you how
sometimes I fell asleep
with the thought that you
were perhaps the moon-

always disappearing
with the dawn.
I would awake with
nothing
but the shape of you
on my bed and the
gloom of you on
my skin.
if i could snap my fingers
and have you back in my arms
i wouldn't move a muscle
because you cracked my heart in half
and i still haven't recovered
you will never know
because it hasn't happened to you
and i hope it never happens
because putting the pieces
of your heart back together
is harder than any jigsaw puzzle
in the entire universe
 Oct 2014 terra nova
tom krutilla
funny how I reach for every shadow
as if we were walking side by side
making silly faces in the windows
loving your upturn smile

another sip won't cure anything
numbing myself is fruitless agony

wondering what your doing tonight
pouring over those pictures again?
rearrange them from left to right
remind yourself that was then

another sip won't cure anything
numbing myself is fruitless agony

now you confirm, you were'nt too sure
if your choice was forever
you found out late there was no cure
as you move on for something better
my self pity, this drowning sea
wondering were it went wrong
questioning everything but me
realize its forever, and forever is long

another sip won't cure anything
stop numbing myself would be the beginng
Then one day something happens
our eyes meet, complete sentences teleported from mind to mind
time slows down, seconds feel like hours
lost in each others gaze, imagining our futures.

For a week that started so bad
ending so great
standing on the beach
sun beginning to set
calm sea washing our feet
guitar playing
we looked into each others eyes and started kissing
stars shining so bright
as we slowly pull away
I see a twinkle in your eye.
Our hearts beating so fast
locked in each others gaze
I just wish this moment could last.
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