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At this table

At this table, I’ve stared at the blankness of my mind for too long.

The longing of my skin has numbed and the countenances of strangers

have come in place of who should be here.

There is only the sound is of the poem, the piano, and the string whispering to me.

I have taken the deepest part of you and slung it out against pavement.

I have hammered and chiseled until there was nothing left,

until the cancer of my world fled.

I am here.

I am here and there is nothing for it.

but then you speak to me.

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My branches

light shimmer

sit simmer

beneath leaves

to see

you

not a face you made

under different stars.

Under branches

heavy with shade

take the best of me

even, if you cannot stay.

for in the end

I am just this

rooted in soil of soul

writing words some will comprehend

others will never try

I digress….

you give me pause

when you glance back…

so please,

sit beneath

my branch and leaf

and if you cannot stay

I will be ok

there is nothing else to be

but

this.

Questions

Do you think the rain is the universe letting our souls cry when we can’t?

Do you wonder if music is our hearts reaching out to connect?

Do you ever listen to the darkness waiting for an answer?

and

Do you ask the wind to carry messages of paper imagination to the places we forget?

Do you think the material we touch is illusionary?

Do you wonder if breath is breathing us?

Do you ever sing words without sound hoping someone will still hear you?

and

Do you…  Do you…

Do you dream of a life you have never lived?

and wonder if it is still possible?

I do…  I definitely do.

 

Dear Darkness

Dear darkness,

Wrap me in your love

In dreams I will never taste

In peace I will never know

In pain I will never forget

In hope I will never breath

And then when my heart completely breaks

When the tears fail to fall, not from stopping

But from no more rain

May you be content to go

Visit when the night has need of you

Come when the fierce day must sleep

And kiss me one last time

When my days are no longer long enough to count

Dear darkness, my love.

Carmine Principis Neverborne

Incantation to the Neverborn Prince

Come.
I wait, alone
pitch shadows
claw the skin of my soul
feeling nothing
but silence.

Speak.
words once heard
echoing in distant thoughts
of silver and smoke
arcane ghosts
borne of this porcelain shell.

Pray I
to gods long since dead
feeling nothing
but the cold
dust of absent stars
and universes collapsing
all is rot, not, and nothing
all is forgot, barren, and desolate.

Come.
find me
with slowing steps
across hot sands of fading life
begging me to slip
into the depths of feverish longing
and unattended desire.

Come.
I wait, alone.
For your darkness
to light my way
for your sharp kiss
to free need
and set within me
union manifest.


Veni.
Et exspecto, solus
picem obumbratio
Unguibus cute animae meae
quod Sententia,
sed silentium.

Loquuntur.
Verba iterum audistis
Cogitationes longe resonante
argenti fumi
arcane manes
hujus putamen fertur fictilem.

Ora me
ut diu sit deos mortuos
quod Sententia,
sed in frigore
pulvere abesse astra
et caducis Mundi
putredo est nec quicquam
omnes enim oblitus es, sterile est, et desolata.

Veni.
invenient me
et tarditas gradibus
per vitam calida arena evacuatur
petitio principii ad lapsum
in profundis ductus est superindui cupientes
et sine cupiditate.

Veni.
Mora est.
Et tenebrae tuae
ita lux mea est
propter acri oscula
liberum ad opus
et posuit me
manifestum est unio.