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

I try To Make Time

I try to make time,

Inside vesicles of idleness,

And shout out particles

Of art and the enzyme

That catalyzes ceaselessness.

I bring ideas and forms,

To Beings and pray they would listen.

But empty eyes reveal the distance

From me and the worms

Of the dreams in crimson.

I write dimensions,

And force creatures in realms and beyond,

Enlighten them, yet they don't,

Appreciate my tensions,

Of which my spirit is so fond.

I end up alone,

In every chapter, every story

Without the climax of a glory,

Between letters of my own,

Never free, but fluffy, curly.

© 2009 Lith Ium

Tuesday, September 15, 2009