The Diary of Ic Explura Live

Her

Left out and behind,

The mask it was lifted

the blade thrown down

“It is not me, her cried, it is not me.”

Reaching below where all waters meet leading by magic sets the stone the beauty that's curved the morning is

breathing,

her face is found.

Poem by Toni Oswald

These days

TIME GOTTA GOTTA GET YOU (In Mind)

Time broke pipes down into sound

road loads of lines

to catch timing of spokes

you wrote it off

broke the wheel and told rhymes

joked around and watched

floating daggers take a higher ground

look out son you sound old at only twenty one.

given not better 

to give is to live

unseen unless, 

useless out with out

so give go ahead

try mind

try mind out

mind far out

fart brain  no help

find out

out of time

doubt no help

slow mind

no mind becoming

your route in time

is limited

no doubt about it

no doubt

far out mind 

circles

circles mind 

no doubt

out far the mind 

circles mind

to mend, to mind, 

mine knows, 

nothing mine

here 
who goes?

Hear!

Who tows mind?

Line tower.

You know not your own mind. 

Poems by Toni Oswald

Hello New Year

I had such a whirlwind last year that this blog completely fell by the wayside, but I am excited to be back in this new year of 2014 and plan on posting as much as possible this year, the year of the wood horse. Here are some recent poems that don't really fit into the new chapbook I am working on coming out sometime this spring. 

Dreydl – (Yiddish – to turn)

Spin to turn Jerusalem to what was once Persia. It was men who turned that screw. Women spin to turn spinning dervish spins to spin through what is only this lifetime, not many but one we spin the web casting spell. Spin the loom this woman's work.

Apollo Born of Dawn

She knew her place among the stars unlike the rest of us who had no understanding of the true light

yet made of carbon all is starry a bright it was in dark and light as something other something heterodox but we are light layed out by darkness exploding into a path we settle for thinking dark thought was separate from light or so we have thought grasping for light running from dark in that place that knows not mercy only eyes shut wide can mistake so much knowing no place always grasping illusive grace small moments are the only space where glimpses are golden shawdows of truth grasped glimpsed now gone what is a mirror what is in the mirror

are eyes really all so reliable? Retinol roads gone nowhere fast
Look the light.

LOADS OF MEN MAKE WHISPERS

Those that are sung song

embryonic

absent in spring

have left the biggest holes

for a seer

prone to dust

we are questioning the whole trip

God

shot around into a great many forms

lies

lusting afterwards

between the sides of this planet

lie african music and crazy wisdom

your destiny falls away

the fact remains

the wonder of the skies

as most smiles will disguise

human life

epilogue rain dancing

swallowing lies

the real lines vanishing vanished

burn these prisoners alive

in fires of sandalwood

seek the other

fine tune the marble eyes

lay down in the sound of time

forget the guru

let the white men understand

immortality is mildewed

Animals Like Us

So I pray Love...

The truth is:

As I grow old

and my hair changes shape,

I will remember how we sat on tulips

at that strange dance,

where a vulgar spirit could not feel

the words we spoke of childhood and our dark times.

You may remember when I had a different face,

the serpents' shadow,

a picture I code

that raises up the morning.

When I go off by myself sometimes 

and think of you; a prayer of wild stories for others.

I also think of how I have been in many lands

and never could find a way to halt death.

So come into my soul,

caress what is truly old.

When her glowing eyes turn,
Come into this circle of meat.
Where they have all disappeared.
You show yourself and then another,
gently moving the third eye
a subtle spirit strikes.
Wave no more.
We as a people just grunt
and wave no more.
Let us become new.
This snake is dangerous
and dying.
Shedding is needed,
no more of this crying.

Love has touched the lark
as red shadow
on a lucky day.
He sees what I am
Brightness of fire,
looking for miracles and a good laugh.
Never Lost.

Poem by Toni Oswald copyright

Happy New Year 2013

I am proud to release two new Music pieces for the New Year~ One of them is my early 4-track recordings that my sweet Max has mastered and the other piece is something Max and I did as a Surrealist music and spoken word performance dedicated to Luis Borges. I wish everyone good health, abundance, and good work for the coming year~ xo

Ic Explura - The Early 4-Track recordings~

http://tonioswald.bandcamp.com/

These dark hills dawning
owning no surprises
emitting fantastic glimpses
of distant chambers
dancing seas
the music coats
our vulnerable skins
kicks and such
oh to be the seam
and write these
love letters to you
who I don't even know
but it gives me grace.

_Toni Oswald


Forlu Is Borges By Max Davies and Toni Oswald

         http://maxdavies.bandcamp.com/releases