Ars Poetica

I was afraid, to chip away, this crystal, dark and icy,

To bring it much to close

To Flames -

But he, he did it for me.

He ripped apart my soul, my thoughts, and darkness fell upon me,

I thought I’d see in time

The Flames -

And followed him quite blindly…

Denial, child, did not help much, nor did your tears in absence.

A symphony and notes

Of flames -

Divided into silence.

And still the story does go on in one frozen forever,

That thrills you, lets you feel

In Flames.

Your mind sold to this captor.

© 2010 Lith Ium

Thursday, June 24, 2010

The Face of Doubt

A third time pass'd they by, and, passing, turn'd

Each one the face a moment whiles to me ... "

"Ode of Indolence", J. Keats

...


Doubt has three faces, each equal, doubting
Equality. And each one chanting,
The story of the other's err.


And see their eyes, they are now haunting,
In questions infinite, are taunting
The mind these faces sadly share.


One floats above, a seeking shadow
Of principals - it doubts the 'real'.


One sinks below, in oceans hollow,
It feels, then stops, then doubts to feel.


One in the middle - writes on a memo,
The pros and cons and seeks a seal,
From infinite and back to zero
Forever doubting it will heal.


Doubt has three faces, each one a mirror:
The Weak, the Strong - between the Lost.
Sometimes they're far, but sometimes closer.
Three faces - meadows, fire, frost.



© 2010 Lith Ium

Thursday, April 22, 2010