Every(no)thing

Every(no)thing – VersesInMotion copyright 2021

Micro dimensional structure

Layers of time

Bringing waves of silence

Travelling spaces of nothing

Where we stand still against the walls of denial

Waiting

Moving slowly at times

Through slits of hope

Wishing tomorrows

In corridors of shut doors

Compact darkness and fluid light

In a vortex of words

In a tunnel of swords

Pointing at shadows of us

Dividing tissues

Cutting whispers

While we scream taciturn forevers

In a bubble of breaths and wishes

Crashed by doubts

And moon tides grow Our sea

Of impossibilities

Drowning fast in the abyss of never

Where every(no)thing roots invade our soil

Forever always

Forever always

We don’t have forever,

As we don’t have nows

Or 

Sunny mornings building days on bricks of hope

Nor 

afternoon promenades raining sunsets

Opening evening curtains behind windows of words

We don’t have forever 

As we don’t have nows 

Or 

Nights of soft whispers and windy moonlights

Nor 

dawns piercing skies of tomorrows

We don’t have forever

But forever, we’ll have always

in every eternal moment of our missing nows

#madeitback with Antonio Liranzo

Brand New series #MadeItBack presented to you by Verses In Motion Host Laura LME 
On this episode Laura welcomes Author, Dancer, Creative,
Antonio Liranzo.
Antonio shares stories about how he deals with anxiety, having the corona virus at a time when it was all brand new to everyone in NY, darkness and finding light again. You can read his new book “Falling Angel: Rising Phoenix” (available at Barnes & Nobel and Amazon) which is a book of poems written by Antonio that touch on these same topics. 
* Background music provided by Dj Fabry Saxa
* Music and production of #MadeItBack curated by: Uncle E
* You can visit us at: www.getyourzradio.com

Colours

 

 

 

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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!