DIVINIA NIGHTFIRE- Poetry in Acoustic E-Motion ©

August 21, 2012

DISPLACED

DISPLACED

I am a man, a father

Doing his best to simply survive

Feed my family, keep them safe

Most days I wonder how we even stayed alive

That day the men with guns came
and forced down my door

They grabbed hold of my wife

while holding me down with a knife

Raped and tortured her
eventually taking her life

As if that wasn't enough they went for my 14 year old daughter

I will never get her screams out of my head

most days I wish too that I was dead

but how could I save her with the knife at my throat

And you ask me why I decided to get on that boat.

Filthy Untouchable Lost Black Boys

Go back to where you came from!

I am a man of great standing

it is my duty to distribute food, resolve disputes

To Mother Earth we give our prayers

We once roamed this country proud and free

That day I watched your boats sail to our shores

We got written out of your history

You say it is to help me, to assimilate me

But I no longer have any say

You systematically desecrate our sacred lands

Sent us to reservations of your own choosing

Then sell off our home to the highest bidder

You show me pieces of paper

that have no true value to any one but you
And all the while you sing your Anthem
which has absolutely no meaning for me?

I now roam this land

no papers to say who I am

my history gone

the life I knew abruptly stolen in a moment

my only happy memories

are when I remember the sounds of their laughter...
I wish I could go back to where I came from
where I belong.

AUSTRALIAS NATIONAL ANTHEM

SONG USED - ANTHEM WITHOUT NATION by Nitin sawhney

MY SECRET GARDEN (the place only you can reach)

MY SECRET GARDEN

(the place only you can reach)

How intensely you must burn

for me

that I can feel your warmth

from all the way down here

infusing me

from the tips of my toes

to the sensile lobes

all those places only you

will ever reach

as I lay here

In my secret garden.

And as your warmth continues to grow
condensation converges like a tidal flow

rising up to the moon
where inhibitions swoon

I slowly begin to remove
layers

of resistance

slowly tossing them aside

while basking comfortably in your gaze

and your life giving rays

August 20, 2012

ENSHROUDED

They say it's to protect your sexuality

But as your sister I will never see it that way

Will I ever get to see the beauty of your smile?

Or are you taking refuge

so I don't see the despair in your eyes

I see you walking past me on the street
in the oppressive summer heat

I want you to experience life

where you are no longer concealed

where you are free to dance

Why oh why would any creator

want to enshroud such an exquisite flower?

Your darkened eyes veil the colours of your soul

I want to see you allowed free suffrage

No more draping your quintessence

and intellect in a perpetual prison

You were born a woman

who gave anyone the right

to snuff out your light

when you should

instead shine bright

It's your birthright

Your Liberty

song used Bliss - Reveal

August 16, 2012

WILL YOU (LET ME) ?

LET ME

I couldn't have stopped myself from

growing in love with you each passing day

any more than a flower
could stop itself from opening

when kissed by the suns rays

I couldn't have stopped wanting to learn

the secrets of your heart and soul

Any more than I would

abandon my own breath

...you are the one who helps me feel whole

I don't want to simply be your temptation...
I feel we are the key each others salvation

It is You who is tattooed into my memory
So no longer is it a mystery

.i.
am your

POSITIVE.i.TEE

your

REAL-i-TEE

your

DIVIN .i. TEE

so won't you please

let me ...

song and inspiration taken from : LET ME
by The Floacist

August 15, 2012

HOMING

She was injured and sitting on the ground

If she stayed there she would surely get trampled on

by the bustling, passing crowd,

All of them too busy to look down

All of them completely unaware of her existence.

(Or her suffering)

The only thing I could do was to try and pick her up

and hope that the fright of it wouldn't kill her.

She was lame, dirty, be-ragged, and mite infested.

I placed my hands under her breast

and with a gentle sweep lifted her off the filthy ground.

She didn't resist, she didn't make a sound

We walked through the crowd together

Me and my new friend, like two birds of a feather

Once I had found her a warm spot

in a shredded paper filled box,
I asked her:-

“Why did you fall at my feet?”

She looks at me with one little eye, tilts her head

and looks with the other side...

She answers,

“I am trying to teach you to find your way home”

“But I know how to get home little one” I reply,
a little bewildered at the statement.

She cooo cooo cooos a few times
from inside the warm box I have placed her in,

and continues....

“You humans all get swept along in your busy lives,

often failing to appreciate the beauty around you.

Most of you never look to the top of those tallest buildings

those towering Urban Cliff faces where the Stone Spirits keep

a keen look out over your every move”

A chill moves through my body

“You are so lost in anonymity,

Just another face in a faceless crowd.

You slowly lose your way

surrounding yourselves instead with a false sense of security,

and yet...

at the slightest provocation, or deviation

You lose your heads, and your bearings,

scattering like ants who have felt the impending rains.

You take off in any direction, except the one you need to

in order to reach higher ground so to speak".

I listen intently, but don't ask any questions,

letting the vision fill my mind.

She quietly proceeds...

“We Pigeons think it's rather funny to watch you all from where we sit

perched up so high...it is in fact a constant source of amusement for us.”

She pauses, pre-empting a counter attack from me...

but I sit quietly.

“No matter what you humans do to try to eradicate the ugliness

(and the pigeons)

of your overcrowded cities from existence,

we will always remain here

waiting

for that one person who will stop

look down

and simply ASKS for help.”

A smile forms on the corner of my lips, but I remain solemn,

waiting for her words.

“Like us, you too have an internal magnetic compass

and navigational system within you.

It's always available to you.

No matter where you are in your life

no matter how many wrong turns you may have made

or how lost you may be,

All you need to do is slow down,

stay completely still,

tune in

an listen to the guidance within.

It will help you every single time without fail,

to the answers you seek

to the destiny that is yours”.

“Back to your HOME”

Inspired by the dream I had this morning of finding an injured pigeon

Music credits:-
opening- Harlem by Coco, steele and Lovebomb
which transitions into
Peaceful Dream by Leon Parker

Video clip complied by me.

July 31, 2012

HEMATITE AND SUGILITE

Hematite and Sugilite

She was a Rare Messenger,

bequeathed the custody of a great task

Sent to assist humanity

with her vitreous rays of incandescent hope and light,

her job was to remind those

who had hardened themselves against

going forward with their dreams & destiny

that is is never too late

to reclaim their heart’s desire

He was a truly beautiful sight to behold

His cool, smooth exterior seducing all who lay eyes on him...

one would be forgiven for getting lost

in his magnetizing gaze.

Once a prominent resident of Equatorial Sinus Meridiani,

he is a bringer of Love, balance, Peace.

But due to his cold, hard temperament

he became a self imposed extradite

traveling the cosmos in a shower of metallic meteorites

Jupitarian serendipities were always abound

when the Royal Azel was around
she effortlessly facilitates travel through Astral-dreamscapes.

Brilliant epiphanies would often be found

as she fans the flames of your inner passions fire.

But who will be there when she herself feels a need to reclaim

her own inner dreams and desires?

She is far more fragile that she first appears

Her internalised stresses

slowly

cause her to

crack and break

He alone has the power to neutralize

the normally strong and powerful Sugilite.

But when she looked into him for answers that night

all she could see were her own weaknesses

reflected back to her

No matter how hard she tried

She could not get past

his persistent reflective shield

or from seeing her own sad needs.

There was simply no hiding anything from him.

He saw what she saw

She realized that the only way

to overcome this recondite type

was to gently hold him in her hands,

allowing her warmth to permeate him.

And as the light shined down on him

in turn

reflected it

for both of them

♥♥

photo taken by me.

Hematite and Sugilite

July 7, 2012

D'HASTURA DREAMS

D'hastura Dreams

धतूरा सपने

She is a temperamental bitch

who needs to be handled with the utmost care.

Failure to do so would result in loss of sanity

from which you may never return...

Proceed with consummate respect and caution...

The first thing that allures the unsuspecting observer

is her delicate

pure

white

soft

sensuous skin

which imparts a
hypnotic
narcotic
scent

The seduction of her aroma is beguiling

as it will undoubtedly

sap the sensibilities of even the strongest of men.

If you further submit
and touch her skin

she will imbue drops of her intoxicating dew

into the very heart and soul of you.

A pentacle of illusions
she promises

Faith

Charity

Bounty

Equality

Dedication

Generosity

Reciprocity

Appreciation

Groundedness

Responsibility

Determination

What she gives, depending on her mood can be anything BUT

She really is a cruel, salacious shrew when she wants to be

Daring any man to try to tame her
she will penetrate the hidden recesses of their being

leading them into the abyss of their darkest fears.

She herself is strongest during the deadly nightshade hours

It is during this time her allys come
in the guise of sphinx and hawk moths

Offering them her sweet nectar,
which they drink in a frenzied fervour.

But resist the temptation to taste her flesh too soon.

For she preys on uninitiated, unsuspecting fools

who don't know how to handle

the sacred divinity embodied within,

She will trick

deceive

connive

those who are not pure of mind

She can read your intentions.

Pity the unworthy who has an unfortunate encounter with

the D'hastura

Once you enter into her dream like world,

she may never let you return

You will forever remain

in a state of unholy stasis

straddling worlds unseen

places you have never been

communing with beings

no one else can see

forever blind

you will lose your mind

I did warn you

a mistress of kindness

she is not

Unpredictable, Domineering BITCH!

last picture taken by me...This specimen was found hanging from my next
door neighbors tree in his front yard.

D'hastura

The name Datura, its generic name, is from the Hindu Dhatura
(dhat=the eternal essence (of God)), which was derived from the Sanskrit name D'hastura

DATURA

also known as Angels Trumpet, Devils Trumpet,

Jimson Weed, Devils Weed, Moonflower