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Poems and other creative writing things.

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.

I can only say this once

I can only say this once 

Then the words will resonate at a 

Different frequency 

a sound heard twice from the dark side

Of the bedroom

First the cat then a thief come

To steal dreams you abandoned on 

pillows next door to your phone. 

Only once, I will speak the soul of a verb and the flesh of noun

Before the memory I meant

Is a lamented bruise of a tattoo

Fading into the age of skin too old to care:

I regret nothing of you, love. 

Forgive

I have not thought good of you

in secret I have cursed your name and called you darkness

laid blame at your feet as an insolent child throws down a broken thing for having disappointed them with being fragile

given your motives meaning without consideration

comforted wounds I allowed to form without want of understanding

denied any possible truth mingled in your own hurt for fear it would be true should I consider the slightest piece of them

I have spoken ill of you in anger

letting the cracks in my own visage give me excuse to cast venom into the universe at your expense though you never heard them all, I know, you heard them

justified rage without seeing the other side clearly

avoided conflict for the distaste of conflict only to realize in conflict lay the opportunity for peace

And I cannot call myself a citizen of light, if I give no room for it. I cannot call to happiness, if I give no fight for the things that deserve it. And perhaps most importantly, I cannot expect you to see me, as I want to see myself, if I give you no other visage to look upon.

For all this,

I apologize.

 

The year is ending

The year is ending.
Slowly days replay and readjust their meaning
into shadows of better and worse self.
I try to reject the possibilities
of my own wrong doing,
and yet, know
I shall repeat them if I do.
.
(Chorus)
What to do?
Who shall I be?
Have I truly forgiven?
Have I been forgiven?
Is compassion real?
Does anyone hear… me?
Can I change?
Will I ?
And you…  You in the mirror.  You who the prayer is for.
You who I have struggled to give name to.
You who keeps me up at night.
You who has laughed at my weakness.
You who has grieved with the only tears I ee.
You who has tried to forget…
tried to forget.
Oh how I have tried to forget.
And in my forgetting, I cast shadows.
 
And now I sit with the rain tapping on the window of a broken life.
Bright pieces still cherished by those who know and believe.
Cellophane tape sticking out of corners and begging
in one way or another for forgiveness of sins
realized, intended and not intended. 
Suffering with clarity, the life I have made.
What is this life I have made?
(chorus)

In one year

In one year

I raged, wept, laughed,
stumbled, flew, dived,
and drowned.

names carried

like selfish, friend, love,
blind, cynical, hurtful,
and superficial.

words languished

became silent, seeking, slippery,
sharp, frozen, cataclysmic,
and rude.

places survived

found regretful, hurt, lost,
pity, lonely, worry
and sink.

and still I seek

I rage, weep, laugh,
stumble, fly, dive
and drown.

a prayer to whisper

hopeful for compassion, longing,
loving, faithful, fruitful,
and true.

to abolish in the next

uselessly just, intent, fear,
doubt, victim, lonely,
and self-inflicted.

and remember

to float, breathe, lift-up,
forgive, forget,
and be

unsinkable again.

Run

Press against resistance

deliver from moments left on the floor

scattered across the hall

I run.

Seething at darkness creeping

into photograph ghosts left hanging

littering walls with pain

I run.

run…

Where can I go
Where the images cannot touch memory
and memory not ravage tender heart bleeding?

and so I run
down halls with walls hung with tears.