Time’s Theatre

Walking on stairs so black and cold,

In nightshade of a moon so bitter,

In arms of marble, you I'd hold...

(I'd read the thought

Your mind would not)

And dream of dark, a critter...

...that seeks the pain, for me to read

With eyes of silver through the light.

And there’s a path. You want to lead -

(Away from time

Within the rhyme)

Me, into a fading night...


Whispering a song enchanting,

Telling dimensions to split

In her mind, cognitions starting

(To implode,

Then to explode)

In multiverses' perfect fit.

A birth of time, a clock in space

A diamond of ideas.

A figurant in speeding race


And dissecting)

Who often fails to see us.

© 2010 Lith Ium

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

The Demon and The Muse

I'm on a journey, left from hell, eternities diffuse -

Lost through the numbers, and through forms

I found a silver muse...

Her melodies were waves so red, of passion, my first thought.

And entering her labyrinth,

Her mind, I think, I sought...


My worlds were lines of sin ethereal; dreamy, darkly flames.

I left an ice palace and oceans

Wished for enchanting games...

Became an architect of heavens, with clouds in endless blue.

My eyes reflected sadly matter

‘Til there was mist, designed by you...


Observing her, as twisted thoughts, ideas of a child -

A nymphet still, lonely ideals-

I brought her fire, made her wild...

To dive in fractals of her mind, to lure her teary eyes,

To end the innocence within

I morphed in white disguise...


The sounds of rain, touching his wings, I know he is not real,

Neither am I, nor will I be,

And still he makes me want and feel.

And he reminded me of darkness, the essence that I was, sublime

And now my journey is distorted

An empty space, eternal time...

© 2010 Lith Ium

Monday, August 9, 2010

Do Not Read

The feeling lost, a crystal river
Along horizons, light blue shiver.

Along a thought, now gone forever.
A tear transforming "now" in "never".

A tear, too dark, for eyes to know
The path of light, the silver glow.

The path to twilight, serpentines
In changing space of river times.

In changing elements of sin,
As you can feel evil within.

As you can feel hearts purest love
Ascending to a hell ...above.

Ascending with dark wings of time,
On stairs of roses, so sublime.

On stairs that lead to Neverland,
To storms of mind, to thoughts of sand...

© 2010 Lith Ium

Temptation of the Odd

... that winter night faded to glitter,

The snowflakes white, times sweet, times bitter...

On my empty, frozen eye.

I tried to sleep and dream and lie

In endless fluff – In vain I try.

I’d love to, but I cannot wither...

...and still I fall, in deep blue oceans,

where Up and Down are empty notions...

And where the coldness lies.

I thought I could be touching skies

But clouds, like truth, are made of lies,

And filled with void emotions...

...this winter night, it starts again,

The snowflakes land upon my pen...

They must be very shy.

I hope to keep my pages dry,

Yet snowflakes fade, snowflakes deny.

There is no Why, no When.

© 2010 Lith Ium

Sunday, August 1, 2010