Inserted in homo s. sapiens paradigmatic society of dreams, tabus, irationality and reason.
Philosophically traumatised by the thought of the Loneliness of Man.
Met Art and Lyric.
Embraced Metaphors.
Circles, again and again.
Skepsis and Desire.
Faith, and the Faithless.
The Here and Now. The Ever and Forever. The Yesterday of Tomorrow.
This, That and Those.
Language, Understanding.
Other Demons.

© 2010 Lith Ium

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

~Secret Society~

There was a sheet of paper, white,

For a sad writer’s last delight,

And on the canvas’s carmine night

In coral red I sit and write...

...about the dreams I used to dream,

About the darkness and the steam,

About some roses which redeem,

A spirit lost in ocean's stream.

...about the shadows within light,

About the pale amaranth sight

That guides my eyes, maybe in spite

Of reason, to an endless fight.

...I think a secret was the theme,

But rather I will not blaspheme.

I'll leave the silence to a scream.

And to the reader my esteem.

© 2010 Lith Ium

Friday, October 15, 2010

Evil Dreams

Deep from the silence - filled with blood,

The cup of ever-changing season -

Enchanting liquid for the soul,

Beyond all doubt, beyond all reason.

Beyond the times of all that’s been,

An evil pulse, so far from Eden.

His is the victory, so often -

His eyes glance ghastly back to me,

His words so luring, sinful passion,

Whisper of nightmares yet to be.

Too decadent is human nature,

Too blind these eyes – too darkly...

I'd like to fight, to break from time,

From particles and to release

My soul that never has existed -

I'm dying, but the will is his.

And much too often I'm his slave,

My wings are cut, my thoughts - they cease...

© 2010 Lith Ium

Dark Prayer

From time to time I'd wish to pray,

But all my Gods, they flew away;

Leaving no darkness, fear, nor light

Behind... Just dreams, deluding sight.

Sometimes I'd wish to turn my eyes,

To heaven or to hell, to lies.

But all I see - seconds in gray -

With no tomorrow - just today.

In moments, I would like to speak

To sacred shadows of antique

Places they used to hide a law -

Below - Above - Above - ... Below...

There is no space, no time - just you.

A shade of mist, which could undo

A secret kept eons of light -

A muse, sweet glance of shadow's night.

But NEVER could art dare reveal,

The feeling through forms so unreal...

OR all these lines (moments in blue),

The tragedy of loosing you.

...and still I pray - that time would turn

The future - in a sea of storm,

Where waves would be a tres chic rue,

Leading me, darling, back to you...

© 2010 Lith Ium

Flami-Limbo - [D]A(anti) [D]A(rt)

Did I watch your eyes of ice

Melt in fire of desire?

Did this clock tick tack the dice,

Forming a vermillion liar?

Neither you, nor him, nor me,

Would discuss the real idea -

I just wanted, him to be

A cold passionate child of Rhea!


And now watching my Flamingo,

They have seen the words spin trials!

Wishing I’d stop chasing Limbo,

Nurtured have they, their denials...

© 2010 Lith Ium

Time and Lo

Thus I begin.

Eternal Sin.

I am the darkness from within,

I am like satin, can you feel?

I am a sacred, evil seal.

Passion I am in crimson skies,

I am the mist, made up by lies,

A dream in "Hollywood Cerise",

A delightful French "surprise".

I am the sound of clockwork gears-

I am a music, of the spheres

And I’m a fractalized illusion

Within a dandy carbon fusion.

A moment of a brilliant white,

A melody - love at first sight.

And I'm the notes which dance behind

The darkest corners of your mind.

I am a death note, demons ink,

I am the poison you will drink.

I am eternities away,

I am the artist, I'm the play.

I am the flames which do entice

You to get lost in mirror’s ice.

I am a path, a labyrinth,

A-maze-ingly deadly absinth.

I am a cloud - arsenic grey -

To guide you on a hellish way,

And I am heaven, moment’s muse -

And you'd know just, how to abuse,

The words to make me die again -

In 'how' and 'where' and sometimes 'when'...

I’m now a serpent, silver dust -

And then a phoenix, to your lust.

I am a nymph, metamorphizing

In oceans blue, from foam arising.

I am the utopia of science,

A perfect paradigm for violence,

Quantum cognitive distorted,

A kiss so far, a touch so wanted.

I'm carried by silk of lavender,

Sometimes so cold, sometimes so tender,

Sometimes just sea-sand, sometimes snow,

Sometimes a gothic, diffuse glow...

I am just lines, pathetic thrill,

To loose the thought and start to feel.

I am the light - Eons ago -

And beyond Time I stand, you know,

Law of uncertainty... Just Lo.

© 2010 Lith Ium

Thursday, October 14, 2010