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

Sunday, October 23, 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

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

Friday, October 15, 2010

W…

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

Pathetique

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

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

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Saturday, July 10, 2010

Universe in Black and Blue

He set a blue flame in a rhyme:

A cradle full of fire,

To, once upon, a frozen time,

All dark clocks will aspire.

He set it; slowly crawling up

The blue flame, blue enchanting-

And pouring darkness in the cup,

He said: "... for you, my darling..."

She never thought it could be black,

Illusions were so blue...

And lost between the Tick and Tack,

Her eyes were loosing hue.

Her blood so blue, her eyes now dark

Black, empty, fading. Colorless.

Her mind just walking in the park

In blue and black. MonochromeEndless.

© 2010 Lith Ium

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

For A Scientist, I'm Pretty Lyrical

Soliloquy of the Solipsist

~ Sylvia Plath

I?

I walk alone;

The midnight street

Spins itself from under my feet;

When my eyes shut

These dreaming houses all snuff out;

Through a whim of mine

Over gables the moon's celestial onion

Hangs high.

I

Make houses shrink

And trees diminish

By going far; my look's leash

Dangles the puppet-people

Who, unaware how they dwindle,

Laugh, kiss, get drunk,

Nor guess that if I choose to blink

They die.

I

When in good humor,

Give grass its green

Blazon sky blue, and endow the sun

With gold;

Yet, in my wintriest moods, I hold

Absolute power

To boycott any color and forbid any flower

To be.

I

Know you appear

Vivid at my side,

Denying you sprang out of my head,

Claiming you feel

Love fiery enough to prove flesh real,

Though it's quite clear

All you beauty, all your wit, is a gift, my dear,

From me.

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Dilemma : Has a Solipsist the Right to feel Lonely?

Monday, September 28, 2009