Where is my soul? It lies in snow.

When will it die? I do not know.
Why all this coldness, why the chill?

Who are you, night? So dark, unreal.

What are these flames, so silver-white?

Winter might tell, and I shall write.

What it will be? Forms are so final.

Where it will lead? Ask time - the spiral.

When it will end? Fractals would know.

Who is the "I", that will not grow?

Why – always the eternal question.

Winter, the season - my detention.

© 2010 Lith Ium

Tuesday, July 27, 2010


Details - detachment; dawn of sorrow:

Today I cry;

And die tomorrow.

Eternity - I seek in blue -

And all I find

Behind - is you.

For all my senses - so sublime...

I challenge space,

I race with time.

But neither time nor space could tell

That heaven’s games

Are flames of hell.

That angel eyes could lie so sweet.

That I'm unreal

Until we meet.

Essential, abstract, bare illusion.

Sad little line -

With divine fusion.

What could be poison,

If not love?

Beneath your soul,

Beyond, above...

Still complex tears -

Redeemer’s choice,

That had as muse

The devil's voice.

© 2010 Lith Ium

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

De Res Extensa

Detached I watch my soul - I left it -
Behind the walls of glamor, shine
I felt so lost ...
... Searching the heartbeat -
Because I think, it was once mine.

And color, forms, spirals ascending -
In time that melts beneath my eye
I'm watching ...
... And the nature's sending,
Too sleep, another firefly.

© 2010 Lith Ium

Monday, July 19, 2010

Ice Eyes

Reflecting ice crystals so dark

In waters dim, and mirrors clear -

In quantum space, virtual sphere

An island on a floating quark.

The picture tainted, storm too cold.

The mirror - an enlightened door -

Reversing words, makes one explore

The soul, the sense, yet so untold.

And now... she prays for tears to split,

The pain in thousand and a thought,

That could engrave lies so long sought -

In ice eyes. With the flame unlit.

© 2010 Lith Ium

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Surreal Poem

I took a pen in fashion pink.

And a tabula rasa.

And burning passion was the ink-

The letters dancing salsa.

I start to write about your eyes

And stars - my destination.

And my sweet blanket are the skies

And clouds – a strange creation.

I write on fog, on rain, on snow,

And hope for the eternal.

And all the words - a perfect flow

For once a dying journal.

I’d wish you'd know they are for you

These rhymes from hell ascending.

But you are real, you have a view...

And I, a shell… descending.

© 2010 Lith Ium

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Heaven in Hell (or viveversa)

“But never doubt I love …”
W. Shakespeare

Time is ticking, can you hear,
The spirals waves are sending?
And digging voids to a nadir
above your eyes just pending?

It could be heaven, and yet cold...
And hell might steal your fire.
To all regrets - your soul is sold,
Doubt truth to be a liar.

© 2010 Lith Ium


Saturday, July 10, 2010

Illusions of A Too Lost Self


I am a wave, of darkness, sorrow.

I am a particle, so hollow

I am the nightmare of a dream

I'm always somewhere in between.

I am a universe of light

I am the essence of the night.

I am a circle, white and black,

I am the serpent, ‘round your neck.

I am an angel with dark eyes,

I am a demon. I'm a dice.

I am the ocean of your mind,

I am the sky, in front, behind,

As ice am I, so frozen, cold.

I am the flames you strive to hold.

I am the passion, so euphoric

And I’m indifference of a cleric.

I'm heaven with hell's flames included

I'm love, I'm hate, so perfect tainted

I am a question, spiral blue.

I am an answer, even two...

I'm the illusion of the day,

I am reality in grey.

I am the dust of stars in void

I am created and destroyed.

I am the center of it all -

I am the limit, I'm the wall.

I am the rain that tastes like sand.

I'm the beginning, I'm the end.

I am the sunshine, gothic glam-

I am, I am, I am, I am...

© 2010 Lith Ium

Monday, July 5, 2010