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May 8, 2015 / lauralme / Leave a comment

VersesInMotion Radio Show is back with Adamski live on Tuesday 12th of May at 7PM GMT/ 2PM EST

Watch this space for the link to listen online!

Verses In Motion Radio Show VIM radio Show is back next Tuesday 12th May at 7PM GMT / 2PM EST

on GetYourz Radio

With a very special guest live from our VIM London studios and from GYR NYC headquarters

We will talk about 3step, waltz, and we’ll listen to some of the tracks from his amazing new album out now on his FutureWaltz label: “Revolt”

Verses In Motion Radio show: Created, Written and Produced by Laura LME – Hosted by Laura LME, Eric EDubb – Directed by Cecilia Francisquini And Eric EDubb

“The Finalists” by @PoetryRivals including my #poem “Whispers”

April 2, 2015 / lauralme / 4 Comments

My poem Whispers chosen as one of the finalists!

Click here for more info and watch this space for updates about the Slam Poetry Event on May 2nd!

There is a place…

April 2, 2015 / lauralme / 4 Comments

There is a place where we meet
walking slowly towards each other,
A place where we have always been,

In a different time and space
With the same beats,
like blades, cutting the soul in ribbons.

There is a place,

Where we break the walls of pain,
Feeling touch of snow
and rain drops on our faces.

There is a moment, round and perfect,

In that bouncing bubble

our hearts make a sound
Our souls meet
in a rainbow arch,

sliding on diamond ice,

jumping on green memories,

dancing on calm waters.

There is a place where we run,

on puddles of mistakes
through hot streets of fire,
taking us to crossroads of danger,

Where dust and wind play
following each other
between deep ravines
and fresh waterfalls!

Dreams

September 27, 2014 / lauralme / Leave a comment

Dreams

Drifting into sleep

finding soul cords and vibrations,

looking inside the maze of my heart

where beats connect to breathing

following the path of never

Resting my mind from this anxious time

suspended

through the highs of skies and the lows of dusty lands

Jumping on clouds

pouring rain drops and heavy thoughts

on muddy puddles of memories

Fragile dreams,

Pure visions,

shattered on shining trails of stardust

places, faces

slow motion, sequence of impossible events

Timeless parade of pacing words and frames

walking through nights of fire and stormy days of wonder

in a soft bubble of hopes and fears,

“where the invisible becomes essential.”

Colours

August 26, 2014 / lauralme / 1 Comment

~ VersesInMotion~ Digital Poetry ~ Photography © All Rights Reserved

Colours

By Laura LME ©

My name is love,
my colour is red.
Vivid drops of ruby
poured over your skin,
showers of ink and paint
dominated by shadows,
in the light of antic flames
burning your heart!

My name is pain,
my colour is orange.
Veins of flowing fluid
deep slopes of sharpness,
in the cavities of time
pressing against your organs,
extracting bitter tears
contracting your heart.

My name is hope,
my colour is yellow.
Wires of metallic nets
needles of faith,
spread around you
thin rays of thunder,
conducting electricity
empowering your mind.

My name is strength,
my colour is power!
Shades of acceptance,
nuances of fight
depth of belief,
brushes of inspiration
dipped in beauty,
painting the canvas of life!

Whispers

August 10, 2014 / lauralme / 1 Comment

Whispers

by @LauraLME ©

Words like unconscious breeze,
Insinuations of unknown secrets,
Shared through the walls of time,

Whispered

through the trees
Of our forests of sorrows,

Sliding like dew on the leaves of our destiny.

Us, Careless Inhabitants
Of a land that does not forgive.

Wind of rebellious changes,
Blowing strong in circles of fire.

Flames like hopes becoming bigger
Trying to fight the waters of pain.

Our hands in prayers
Wet of tears,
in every drop a new rain,
Falling on this army of souls
Marching restlessly
Looking for answers, wishing for peace.

Silent words, no vibrations
Whispers like silk and velvet
Covering blankets of tomorrows
Hiding colours of rainbows,
In the deep wounds of our sky
Slashed by the almighty wings of Angels
embracing us, Trying to heal the cuts
Filling the voids.

But…

We are all feathers
Quick flashes of lightning,
Running through the tunnel of life.

Our strength is a small candle
Consumed by the years
Passing by, like sand,
Through the bulbs of an hourglass.

Faith

August 1, 2014 / lauralme / Leave a comment

Faith

by @LauraLME ©

Layers of tainted skin
like gathered fabric

pleated by time into ruffles of sin

Where guilt slowly infiltrates
subtle, sharp needles

sewing yarn of sorrow and regrets.

Fragile conscience,
blind to the spiritual nature

of forgiveness,

The Holy gift of departing memories from pain.

Looking for the light of divine power
holding on to the belief that beyond life,

on the other side of these walls of time,

over the bridge of death,

under these dark tunnels of despair,

through the maze of convictions,

eternal flames of Faith,

burn vivid and strong,

showing us the road to Salvation.

In an ethereal journey back to Life
we walk the streets of redemption,

Where we talk without words,

we see the invisible,

we breath Eternity,

In the screaming light of Resurrection.

The Peace Project’s 5th Annual Call-for-Artists is now open!

July 23, 2014July 23, 2014 / lauralme / Leave a comment

Art Submitted by: rhfactor

NOW OPEN!!! The Peace Project’s 5th annual Call-for-Artists

Asking artists worldwide to show us where Peace starts. Is Peace born out of love, community, in the innocence of a child or the beauty of nature? How can we end the senseless war and embrace equality for all?   

In four short years, The Peace Project, supported by artists and others, has:

Educated dozens of children in Sierra Leone, Africa.
Distributed 10,000 pairs of crutches to amputees, war victims, polio survivors and mothers and children in Sierra Leone on World Peace Day, 2011.
Designed a Peace Museum in Sierra Leone in conjunction with the United Nations.
Created and produced Peace Tips, specially designed crutch tips that last one year, extend the life of crutches and greatly improve mobility for users.
And currently, we’re building 40 houses and a community center in the Philippines for victims of Typhoon Haiyan. A total of 200 are planned.

 ”Our work proves that we can change the world if we join hands, think creatively and take action.”

Please Join Us! And to Submit Your Art and for more info visit “the whole9”

A B S O L U T E ° G R A V I T Y

June 18, 2014September 23, 2016 / lauralme / 1 Comment

A B S O L U T E ° G R A V I T Y

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“A poetic-musical journey that will guide you from the conscious parts of your being, through the parallel lines of your soul, passing by time and space, leading you to the unconscious maze of dreams and to the waves “beyond” where “the invisible becomes essential” Read more reviews

Standing above these clouds of thoughts
moving with the Earth around the Sun,
in this orbit of infinite circles,
trying to loose orientation,
easily
everything brings me back to you.

Fragile distance, timeless space.

Attempting retrograde motion, opposite directions
Closing up “reference frames” and memories
still or always in motion,
naturally,
you bring me back to you.

Constant inclination, endless rotation.

Trying to hide, perfectly aligned like a full moon
in a crispy night of total eclipse,
jumping in dark craters of distractions,
inevitably,
everything brings me back to you…

Fragile distance, timeless space.

Drawing opposite trajectories
running towards angles of obliquity
confused and lost
clearly
you bring me back to you…

Constant inclination, endless rotation.
Fragile distance, timeless space

Breaths of continuity
Constant waves of opportunities
Spiritual Promenades
Fast Motions

Somewhere between sun and sky
Somewhere between moon and stars
At the edge of eternity.
Somewhere between now and never
Somewhere between dreams and forever.

Circles

March 24, 2014March 25, 2014 / lauralme / 3 Comments

Circles

by LauraLME ©

Closed curves of distance in the infinite arc of time

Blowing circles of smoked afternoons against rainy windows

Your tears drawing patterns swallowed by little drops.

Stuck between diameters of events passing by

And sudden sunrays, segments of lights in the short radius of life

Expanding like chords, touching the center of our worlds.

We were…

Perfect lines of imperfections

Cutting the circles of love

Growing extended secant of doubts

Meeting the straight coplanar of destiny,

Dividing hope.

We were…

Euclidean axioms imposed.

Circular sectors of pain

Interior truth, exterior lies

Equidistant from every point of our circumference

Recurrent semicircles of strength and faith.

We were…

Graphical perspectives, rising through muscles and tissues

Reaching the core of our super human walls of possibilities

Falling in the timeless net of our mistakes.

We were…

Floating islands on stormy waters

Thick shadows of round shaped shipwrecks,

We are…

Ellipses under parallel projections

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Dreams

~ VersesInMotion~ Digital Poetry ~ Photography © All Rights Reserved

Colours

By Laura LME ©

My name is love, my colour is red. Vivid drops of ruby poured over your skin, showers of ink and paint dominated by shadows, in the light of antic flames burning your heart!

My name is pain, my colour is orange. Veins of flowing fluid deep slopes of sharpness, in the cavities of time pressing against your organs, extracting bitter tears contracting your heart.

My name is hope, my colour is yellow. Wires of metallic nets needles of faith, spread around you thin rays of thunder, conducting electricity empowering your mind.

My name is strength, my colour is power! Shades of acceptance, nuances of fight depth of belief, brushes of inspiration dipped in beauty, painting the canvas of life!

Whispers

by @LauraLME ©

Words like unconscious breeze, Insinuations of unknown secrets, Shared through the walls of time,

Whispered

through the trees Of our forests of sorrows,

Sliding like dew on the leaves of our destiny.

Us, Careless Inhabitants Of a land that does not forgive.

Wind of rebellious changes, Blowing strong in circles of fire.

Flames like hopes becoming bigger Trying to fight the waters of pain.

Our hands in prayers Wet of tears, in every drop a new rain, Falling on this army of souls Marching restlessly Looking for answers, wishing for peace.

Silent words, no vibrations Whispers like silk and velvet Covering blankets of tomorrows Hiding colours of rainbows, In the deep wounds of our sky Slashed by the almighty wings of Angels embracing us, Trying to heal the cuts Filling the voids.

But…

We are all feathers Quick flashes of lightning, Running through the tunnel of life.

Our strength is a small candle Consumed by the years Passing by, like sand, Through the bulbs of an hourglass.

Faith

by @LauraLME ©

Layers of tainted skin like gathered fabric

pleated by time into ruffles of sin

Where guilt slowly infiltrates subtle, sharp needles

sewing yarn of sorrow and regrets.

Fragile conscience, blind to the spiritual nature

of forgiveness,

The Holy gift of departing memories from pain.

Looking for the light of divine power holding on to the belief that beyond life,

on the other side of these walls of time,

over the bridge of death,

under these dark tunnels of despair,

through the maze of convictions,

eternal flames of Faith,

burn vivid and strong,

showing us the road to Salvation.

In an ethereal journey back to Life we walk the streets of redemption,

Where we talk without words,

we see the invisible,

we breath Eternity,

In the screaming light of Resurrection.

Art Submitted by: rhfactor

NOW OPEN!!! The Peace Project’s 5th annual Call-for-Artists

Asking artists worldwide to show us where Peace starts. Is Peace born out of love, community, in the innocence of a child or the beauty of nature? How can we end the senseless war and embrace equality for all?

In four short years, The Peace Project, supported by artists and others, has:

Educated dozens of children in Sierra Leone, Africa.

Distributed 10,000 pairs of crutches to amputees, war victims, polio survivors and mothers and children in Sierra Leone on World Peace Day, 2011.

Designed a Peace Museum in Sierra Leone in conjunction with the United Nations.

Created and produced Peace Tips, specially designed crutch tips that last one year, extend the life of crutches and greatly improve mobility for users.

And currently, we’re building 40 houses and a community center in the Philippines for victims of Typhoon Haiyan. A total of 200 are planned.

”Our work proves that we can change the world if we join hands, think creatively and take action.”

Please Join Us! And to Submit Your Art and for more info visit “the whole9”

A B S O L U T E ° G R A V I T Y

Circles

by LauraLME ©

My name is love,
my colour is red.
Vivid drops of ruby
poured over your skin,
showers of ink and paint
dominated by shadows,
in the light of antic flames
burning your heart!

My name is pain,
my colour is orange.
Veins of flowing fluid
deep slopes of sharpness,
in the cavities of time
pressing against your organs,
extracting bitter tears
contracting your heart.

My name is hope,
my colour is yellow.
Wires of metallic nets
needles of faith,
spread around you
thin rays of thunder,
conducting electricity
empowering your mind.

My name is strength,
my colour is power!
Shades of acceptance,
nuances of fight
depth of belief,
brushes of inspiration
dipped in beauty,
painting the canvas of life!

Words like unconscious breeze,
Insinuations of unknown secrets,
Shared through the walls of time,

through the trees
Of our forests of sorrows,

Us, Careless Inhabitants
Of a land that does not forgive.

Wind of rebellious changes,
Blowing strong in circles of fire.

Flames like hopes becoming bigger
Trying to fight the waters of pain.

Our hands in prayers
Wet of tears,
in every drop a new rain,
Falling on this army of souls
Marching restlessly
Looking for answers, wishing for peace.

Silent words, no vibrations
Whispers like silk and velvet
Covering blankets of tomorrows
Hiding colours of rainbows,
In the deep wounds of our sky
Slashed by the almighty wings of Angels
embracing us, Trying to heal the cuts
Filling the voids.

We are all feathers
Quick flashes of lightning,
Running through the tunnel of life.

Our strength is a small candle
Consumed by the years
Passing by, like sand,
Through the bulbs of an hourglass.

Layers of tainted skin
like gathered fabric

Where guilt slowly infiltrates
subtle, sharp needles

Fragile conscience,
blind to the spiritual nature

Looking for the light of divine power
holding on to the belief that beyond life,

In an ethereal journey back to Life
we walk the streets of redemption,

Asking artists worldwide to show us where Peace starts. Is Peace born out of love, community, in the innocence of a child or the beauty of nature? How can we end the senseless war and embrace equality for all?   

**Created and produced Peace Tips, specially designed crutch tips that last one year, extend the life of crutches and greatly improve mobility for users.**

 ”Our work proves that we can change the world if we join hands, think creatively and take action.”