A Paradise of Poems

This is a non-editing/filtering version of a live rehearsal session between me and João Grillo (guitarist). One day later, we performed at Lovecraft Beer Lounge Aveiro :)

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…In life after life, in age after age, forever.My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,In life after life, in age after age, forever.Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, its age-old pain,Its ancient tale of being apart or together

You too wanted better things, but love forces all of us down. Sorrow bends us more forcefully, but the arc doesn't return to its point of origin without a reason. Upwards or downwards! In holy Night, where mute Nature plans the coming days, doesn't there reign in the most twisted Orcus something straight and direct? This I have learned. Never to my knowledge did you, all

BGM by Aleksey Chistilin - The Story of One Life

Mother, the folk who live up in the clouds call out to me- “We play from the time we wake till the day ends. We play with the golden dawn, we play with the silver moon.” I ask, “But how am I to get up to you ?” They answer, “Come to the edge of the earth, lift up your hands to the sky, and you will be taken up into the clouds.” “My mother is waiting for me at home, �

often it is the onlythingbetween you andimpossibility.no drink,no woman's love,no wealthcanmatch it.nothing can saveyouexceptwriting.it keeps the wallsfromfailing.the hordes fromclosing in.it blasts thedarkness.writing is theultimatepsychiatrist,the kindliestgod of all thegods.writing stalksdeath.it knows noquit.and writinglaughsat itself,at pain.it is the lastexpectation,the l

I wonder about the trees.Why do we wish to bearForever the noise of theseMore than another noiseSo close to our dwelling place?We suffer them by the dayTill we lose all measure of pace,And fixity in our joys,And acquire a listening air.They are that that talks of goingBut never gets away;And that talks no less for knowing,As it grows wiser and older,That now it means to stay.My fee

The Landscape by Don Paterson A Version I dreamt of loving. The dream remains, but love is no longer those lilacs and roses whose breath filled the broad woods, where the sail of a flame lay at the end of each arrow-straight path. I dreamt of loving. The dream remains, but love is no longer that storm whose white nerve sparked the castle towers, or left the mind unrhymed, or flared

YOU NEVER KNEW MY MIND 1967 I know you feel the way I change But you can't change the way I feel Sometimes I'm a stranger to you one of a kind I chink some way you'll make it Though you don't know how to take it You can't deal with how I'm thinkin' Cause you never knew my mind There were times of lots of laughter And you felt you understood me We were c