World Poetry Day 2018

It's time

To rhyme

Again

The eyes reflect once in a while,

A door carved in a special style.

It opens, and you'd think you'd dare,

Hoping for thrills, 

Fearing a mare,

Expecting chills,

Forgoing care,

You dare.

Once in a while, so it appears,

The closing door reflects in tears.

Confused, you'll think that you should try,

To hold on. Stay,

To scream, to cry,

But you must stray.

And fly -

Away.

And all whiles gone, your mind reflects,

The opening and closing acts.

The lessons learned, the minuet,

Of thoughts a sea,

Of hopes to get

Another key,

But don't forget:

That's 

Poetry. 

© Copyright 2018 Lexylith Ium

Wednesday, March 21, 2018

Haikus, Two

for M. G.

See my eyes whisper             
             Another digital form
       Of wrong being right

***

       But your mind wanders
            In strange waters, through fire
for another chapter.





© Copyright 2015 Lexylith Ium

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Roads

I'm chasing Gods while chased by Death,
Painting my road so careless,
A desert takes away my breath,
And makes me very anxious.

I've seen your road, ivory white,
Maya blue clouds, deceiving -
My eyes, - your picture's a delight,
In light and shades, so teasing.

The flowers silver, ice blue, teal,
Enchant my wasteland vision.
I know I'm not allowed to feel -
so much for just a fiction.

The lake, liquid, electric blue,
I'm tense and feel so captive,
'Cause I have lost my road for you,
The blue was too deceptive.

© Copyright 2009 Lexylith Ium

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Anaesthetized

Her mind dreams notes painted in silver,
And doubts the future will arise
The lost emotions, lost within her,
She feels ... anaesthetized.

The world, the wind, seem mere illusions,
Eons went by since life surprised,
With passion, thrill, obsessed infusions,
Her heart ... anaesthetized.

Colors seem cold. They are reflections,
Of light, and she has been advised,
There are no angels, elfs or demons,
Her eyes ... anaesthetized.

Breathing in desert. Sands seal the sound,
Her vision's always theorized,
And though eternal, she has found,
Her lips ... anaesthetized.

She kisses snow. Feels icey mirrors,
And all around -, shadows disguised,
And voices, echoes, frozen whispers,
Her Soul ... anaesthetized.

© Copyright 2009 Lexylith Ium

Distance

The distance to a soul, unknown,

The distance hiding beneath eyes.

A touch away, but ever so,

A touch that only lies.

And would I ever dare to walk,

The distance to a soul, unknown,

I'd seek a bridge, and ever so,

Walk up, up, up... and down.

But as my eyes are made of stone,

And all my dreams of icey nights,

The distance to a soul, unknown,

Are letters mere, a poet writes.

And I could write and write and write,

Chasing old shadows, all alone,

Yet never walking, sadly quite,

The distance to a soul, unknown.

© Copyright 2009 Lexylith Ium

Locus Solus

The 'Soul' is a different entity ... ever far and alone. Doleful chamber of autopoiesis

Dissembled dark. I doubt he'll write,

That he's lost in a mirror,

The poets effulgent delight

Reflects always a dimmer...

... a dimmer sound, entailing sin,

In forms which once were breathless,

Havoc emerging from within,

Eventually exile, now faithless...

... now faithless dreams in flawless time,

Endless in lonely hours,

Dreaming of a dreadfull rhyme,

That 'we' would call now 'ours'.

© Copyright 2009 Lexylith Ium

Curiosity

Meet me:

I'm called curiosity -

I'm the voice of the restless.

And I am made to taste

All that is tasteless

- to anteriority.

Here,

I am placed before fear -

Yet feared am I by many,

For I am made to see,

All things so uncanny

- behind the lone-moving gear.

Distinct,

From reason, from instinct -

Times hunter, times pray,

I am made to smell

Wind carrying away

- World existant, world extinct.

I place

Time and space -

In the hands of the poor.

And to feel, am I made -

Lies, Truths, so the more

- how they grow, how they race.

Relentless,

My stories are endless,

From Winter to Summer, to Spring or to Fall.

I'm the motion, the force -

I am made to do all

But to hear the Silence.

© 2011 Lith Ium

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Strange Allegory

Vader: I find your lack of faith

disturbing.

Tarkin: Enough of this! Vader,

release him!

Lately,

We lived a strange allegory,

With you here

And me on Alpha Centauri,

With a connection made

More EM - than TELE-pathically.

Boldly,

You're exploring the moon, wildly,

Of Endor,

With me, elegantly,

Trying to invade,

This forest-moon of liberty,

Because, well - you see -,

Here, on Alpha Centauri,

Beings like me,

Don't understand being free.

Yet, fear not.

Clearly.

I misremember the journey

To Cloud City,

And its teachings of Anti

-Gravity,

It's because of the dust, I suppose,

On Alpha Centauri.

Maybe.

But, Fear not.

Eventually,

I'll learn to fly,

With the speed of light, dazzingly,

Towards undreamed dreams, in dreamy -

Landscapes, empty

At first,

Yet free.

Beyond Bespin, and Alderaan

And Mustafar,

Beyond Mon Calamari,

And even Alpha Centauri,

Beyond Hoth, Camino

And Naboo

TELE-pathically,

From QuantumSpaceAttachments,

Leaving traces,

Just for you.

© 2011 Lith Ium

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Within The Streams

Within the streams of sleeplessness,
In dark lands that deny you dreams,
With thoughts that dare deny you silence,
With voices of the future, screams...

... with all these things that make you sleepy,
And yet lack of serenity,
You need catharsis of ideas,
You need a muse, a fractal tree...

You need a map of mind,
A distance,
to this Self that tries to fight,
The chaos of your odd existence,
You need for this, an odder light.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

BIO

Born.

Inserted in homo s. sapiens paradigmatic society of dreams, tabus, irationality and reason.

Loved.

Left.

Philosophically traumatised by the thought of the Loneliness of Man.

Uncertainty.

Met Art and Lyric.

Embraced Metaphors.

Cried.

Dreamed.

Lost.

Depression.

Hope.

Circles, again and again.

Skepsis and Desire.

Faith, and the Faithless.

Fate.

Confusion.

The Here and Now. The Ever and Forever. The Yesterday of Tomorrow.

Sorrow.

This, That and Those.

Language, Understanding.

Other Demons.

Ending.

© 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

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

(Reflecting

And dissecting)

Who often fails to see us.

© 2010 Lith Ium

Tuesday, August 10, 2010