Poem "to steal away"

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

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

Poem "explosions"

don't worry
if you can't see me flash across the sky
for you shall undoubtedly
hear my thunder

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

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

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

Poem "trying so very hard"

for it is light now, here in this world where I live
yet I linger in darkness of my own choice
for I am afraid to show myself
the self that might not ever become better
than what I am right now

despite my best effort

Poem "it is dark now"

I am the darkness that suffocate
bright white light

I am the screams that echo
from mute broken walls

I am the pain and the blood
unheard and unseen
that breaks your ribs from within
and eats your rotting heart

Poem "To my only one"

I saw this beautiful poem from Knerrir:



To my one truest


Love
When a thousand times repeated
To the one truest
Still means
Love




and found myself inspired to write a mirror-poem to it

To my only one

Love

Spoken once

To the only one

Will keep the truest meaning of

Love

Poem "stop if you can"

the Earth kept moving
and I too
trying to keep pace with it

ran in the opposite direction
only to discover

I moved faster
than I wished

Poem "shine through"

Everyone has a Flame
of infinite potential
and beauty

Everyone is a Candle
precious beyond belief
in this large cavern of dark
we inhabit

Everyone possess a Light
which illuminates
what once was gloom
and dark
and dread

maybe because
our heart glows outwards
and not inwards
it is possible for us to see others light
making us believe
all others are so bright
when we are sure we are not

maybe because
our heart glows outwards
and not inwards
it is impossible for us to see our own light
flickering and dancing
with singular grace
and abandonment

except in the reflections
of others
eyes

maybe that is the nature of light
and our
hearts



for Maria, who inspired me

Poem "...comes around"

I bend
I surrender
There is nothing more of me to give
There is nothing more that you can take

I yield
My defeat
I have given all I can
You have taken all you want

Just know,
bamboo folds and yields and molds
then whips right back
with brutal force

for
I regret nothing at all
and all you have taken
will come back to me

just like the fallen leaves
of autumn
gives a new aspiring spring

Poem "silently, I scream - violently, I dream"

your precious words are a thin, thin string
wrapped around me
so tightly
it tears at my edges

bleeding me raw

but
they are all that keep me together
for I am broken and bent
like a too old puppet

in a shadow play of life

Poem "stop asking, for you won't like the answer "

No, I am not fine

I might look alive, I might move and talk
like usual
for it doesn't show on the outside

but the bony hand of Death is still firmly clasped around my wrist
lightly tugging, tugging, tugging
every day reminding me
that I have not yet escaped
nor will I ever

for bruises formed by the hand of Death
are internal
and everlasting

Poem "something I have learnt is This"

no matter how Great the pain

how Deep the sorrow

or how important it is to You

the World will keep revolving

around its axis

caring Nothing for your troubles

only you

are standing Still

Poem "not the same"

Hope

is soothing bliss

a tantalising dream

a sweet repose

Hope

bandages your wounds

holds you when you despair

and kiss your cheek when you cry

Hope

you need to violently cling to

is not Hope at all

but only

naked

brutal

unforgiving

Desperation

Poem "marked"

Last night,

deep night

Death stayed by my side

All night,

dark night

holding my hand

in a cold clammy grip

hard enough to bruise

but

not the Death I know

not the Death I know

not for peace

not for comfort

not for love

but from despairing hollowness

menacing

haunting

terror

void

staring back at me

as I was seeking some

peace

comfort

love

this was not the Death I know

just

waiting

waiting

waiting for the moment I will let go

I am not afraid to die

but

not like that

not like that

unknown faces

watching

casually

discussing

white spaces

closing in

while I

lie there

alone

alone

alone

caged inside my decaying body

shaking so hard

focusing everything

on that tiny shivering ember of life

that still remain

inside

clutching the sheets with white knuckles

with a litany of fear repeating in my mind

over

and over

and over

and over again

the only one by my side

a terrifying Death I don't know

bruising my hand

bruising my hand

waiting for the moment I will let go

the only hope

a menacing Death I don't know

bruising my hand

as much as I was

bruising his,

holding on

Poem "voidless"

losing my voice

makes me

think it is eternal

makes me

numb

dumb

constricted

confined

losing my self

makes me

think I deserve it

makes me

slip

tip

tilt

and fall

every fever peak

is a roaring abyss of silence

every valley,

murmuring paradise

to speak

to convey

my emotions, wishes and desires

erosion's

of my soul

take it away

and I withdraw into my shell

of me, lamenting my torture

or is it a gift?

maybe even I

have to learn

"Voiceless is not Worthless"

for I shall never be

wordless

Poem "maybe even I"

from far, far, far away

there is no difference

between a planet and a star

they both shine bright

like little glowing embers

but right before you

it is obvious

the star has light and warmth

that comes from deep within

the planet,

none

if there was no star

the planet would no longer shine

but if there was no planet

the star would still

glow

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I am a planet

a small insignificant

cold place

I whirl around my star

my beautiful

life giving star

I bask in light and warmth

unselfishly given by my star

without ever giving anything back

but

I wish

and strive

and dream

that one day even I

can also give something back

to my beautiful, beautiful star

Happy Birthday to my Beautiful Star

Poem "twofold"

my love is not like your love at all

your love is

undivided

generous

undemanding

you never hold back

and you don't expect anything from me

while

my love is

small perfectly placed portions

constraining myself within invisible borders

and demand a return

and whilst I unwittingly hold back

I wish, I wish I could be like you

for you deserve so much, so much

but I am so afraid

of losing myself

in the love I have for you

for it is far stronger than me

and much more generous than me

and it is far, far more worthy than me

so please

don't let me go

but try to see my heart

nestled in this concrete of my self

and one day I am sure

it will wither and give back

a thousandfold

what you deserve