This one is for Dak-shi, since she begs so earnestly for a poem about "ninjas" and because she have made awesome posters for some of my fics and graphics for one of my poems. I admit that I have taken artistic freedom to the concept of ninjas since the subject per se doesn't exactly vibrate my creative spirit. I took the meaning of the original word in Japanese shinobi; "to steal away". (I think I feel a slight T.S Eliot interference here too...)
Hope its dark enough, Dak-shi!
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The thought, as fast as I am, that "darkness never fades"
covers my face, and the night, with monochromatic shades
the blade sinks in and the cold air stings, as life bleeds over my boots.
I will need to clean it, I think, as the weight on my arm crumble and sink
The stillness is deafening, the darkness blinding
the light rain scorching, as it seeps through the fabric, finding
my cool, collected skin
and as always, when the night closes in
I delve in the surprise, that never seems to surprise me
why isn't the world in riot, screaming, shouting, crowding
why isn't the world in chaos, crying, beating and drowning
a man is dead, a man just died
his blood is on my boots
and hands
Why aren't there shouts in anger and sobs in grief
why isn't someone collecting around him
demanding in justice and peace
I have cut down a life as one would pick a flower
I have taken and buried or arranged for display
and nothing I leave makes a difference
to the indifference of men
and just as them, the silent night is still, too still
while the pool of blood grows larger
as if in quiet defiance
to me, and men
and to the science
of death
and I know that no one will come until morrow
and even then I feel no relief nor sorrow
just a strange curiosity
After all, I am just another weld in the human chain
bound by a fragile life
and I have an overwhelming need to know what will happen
when that wire bends and breaks
will it go quietly, in darkness
or explode in blinding light
will men rise and speak
or shall I do it for them?
I shall need to clean my boots, I think, before I steal another link
and my monochromatic thoughts give me hope
again and again
as to the difference I can make
to the indifference of men
The obscure writings of Ta-Meaut; indeterminate poet, ambiguous writer and amorphous philosopher.......... I don't live to write, I write to live...
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
Sunday, July 20, 2014
Poem "the Lay of the Land"
where I went the mountains grew wild
and water everywhere in rivers and falls and in rain
but it was nothing I hadn't seen
I realised in inexplicable pain
and sharp black rocks cut me
as the violent sea dragged me under
but it was nothing I hadn't felt before,
no sense of wonder
then darkness came and stars were there
but it was the same ones I had already seen
and it all seemed so mean
and the sun rose with white unwarming light
like a thousand sunrises before
and I was giving up
and letting go
for it was nothing
nothing
as giving in
or holding on
but then blue ice cracked and wrung and loosened upon the world
the dying weight of aeons
grinding, crushing and screaming
like nothing
nothing I had ever seen
and the birds danced above it
no fear and all speed
teasing me to join them
without taking heed
and a joy I felt
breathing in the cold
cold freedom
the salt of sea and dust of rocks
and I knew
I had never been here before
for it was like nothing
nothing
before
Wednesday, July 16, 2014
"I am NOT Sherlock"
(epiphany I had a few days ago realising that no matter how much I relate to a character and see things in them that is identical to myself; I am NOT them - I am wholly, awesomely only myself, with everything that comes with it, good and bad. and I love it...I love being me and mo matter how much I can resemble someone else I will never truly be them in the same sense they will never truly be me...)
(epiphany I had a few days ago realising that no matter how much I relate to a character and see things in them that is identical to myself; I am NOT them - I am wholly, awesomely only myself, with everything that comes with it, good and bad. and I love it...I love being me and mo matter how much I can resemble someone else I will never truly be them in the same sense they will never truly be me...)
Wednesday, June 11, 2014
Poem "explosions"
don't worry
if you can't see me flash across the sky
for you shall undoubtedly
hear my thunder
if you can't see me flash across the sky
for you shall undoubtedly
hear my thunder
Thursday, April 3, 2014
Poem "kairos"
In a minute
I shall run through the doors
with my hair flowing behind me
as the sun sets over the the horizon and bleeds into the sea
I shall run with my breath
no longer reaching my lungs
and the taste of copper filling my mouth
but I will be too late
too late
as the sun bleeds
and vanishes
In a minute
we shall be surrounded by blinding lights
and winds that rip our tears from us
as the sea crashes brutally on poor defenseless creatures
but deep in this ocean there is a place
untouched
where lives are born and lost without ever feeling the wind
where dimmed eyes never see the sun bleeding
but the taste of copper lingers in their mouths
In a minute
The door shall close
when the final light of their world diminishes and dies
and then it will be too late
too late
to crash and bleed
like the setting sun
over the ocean
*kairos (καιρός) is an ancient Greek word meaning the right or opportune moment (the supreme moment). It signifies a time lapse, a moment of indeterminate time in which everything happens. Wikipedia
I got the inspiration for this poem from other-wordly
I shall run through the doors
with my hair flowing behind me
as the sun sets over the the horizon and bleeds into the sea
I shall run with my breath
no longer reaching my lungs
and the taste of copper filling my mouth
but I will be too late
too late
as the sun bleeds
and vanishes
In a minute
we shall be surrounded by blinding lights
and winds that rip our tears from us
as the sea crashes brutally on poor defenseless creatures
but deep in this ocean there is a place
untouched
where lives are born and lost without ever feeling the wind
where dimmed eyes never see the sun bleeding
but the taste of copper lingers in their mouths
In a minute
The door shall close
when the final light of their world diminishes and dies
and then it will be too late
too late
to crash and bleed
like the setting sun
over the ocean
*kairos (καιρός) is an ancient Greek word meaning the right or opportune moment (the supreme moment). It signifies a time lapse, a moment of indeterminate time in which everything happens. Wikipedia
I got the inspiration for this poem from other-wordly
Friday, March 14, 2014
More awesomeness from Dak-shi
Dak-shi has made another poster for me (she also made on for my poem "the deep and the light"), this time is from my "Sungkyunkwan Scandal" fanfiction the "Lake Arc".
Love this poster, especially how she used the quote together with the oooh sooo suggestive image, but with reversed polarity! Aaaaaaaah, massively awesome, Dak-shi!
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
Quick reaction
I have awesome fans!
One of my die hard fans Dak-shi just sent me this beautiful rendition of my latest poem "The deep and the light":
I loove so much when people get inspired by my writings, thank you all for being so amazing!
One of my die hard fans Dak-shi just sent me this beautiful rendition of my latest poem "The deep and the light":
I loove so much when people get inspired by my writings, thank you all for being so amazing!
Friday, March 7, 2014
Poem "the deep and the light"
I carry the ocean within me
everywhere I go
The waves crash on my ribs and the anemones bloom on my spine
I carry the ocean, or it carries me
for everywhere I go
the waves wither down my resolution and the corals build it anew
You carry the ocean within you
everywhere you go
let your waves decide your reason and the current your final path
for the ocean will always be with you
anywhere you would like to go
everywhere I go
The waves crash on my ribs and the anemones bloom on my spine
I carry the ocean, or it carries me
for everywhere I go
the waves wither down my resolution and the corals build it anew
You carry the ocean within you
everywhere you go
let your waves decide your reason and the current your final path
for the ocean will always be with you
anywhere you would like to go
Sunday, February 9, 2014
Poem "what is left"
I was a flower
before I was a root
now I am a root
without a flower
I was plucked
before I could wither
and now I wait impatiently for another spring
before I was a root
now I am a root
without a flower
I was plucked
before I could wither
and now I wait impatiently for another spring
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