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Queso Nov 2012
Lazily, a boy with silvery hairs muttering requiem aeternam
lifts his neck at the piercing radiance skimming off the eyeglasses rim,
and there looms the glory, the spotless sea of blue,
varnishes of spring gloss fuming out of the French coronation robe.

The still-brisk branches hung bent at the weight of vivacity,
sight of maidens whose eyes and grace bath in the full warmth of light,
the kisses on the face of the river by the shower of half-bloomed petals,
just as the stillborn thrills of the beating heart to the splintered fingers of Moirae.

The time of adieu,
the season of life.
The mourning procession amidst the lustily caressing May breeze.

-Primavera, thou name be the sweet irony of the dying flowers

The evening wades in, and the coy face of the mountain blushes;
Thence strides away the man whose gaze speaks of premature nostalgia

Here the wind whispers the rosy delirium from the sakura tree at the far side,
the faintness lushly hazed away by the cloudy veil of bittersweet grey.
Olivia Walker Jul 2010
Aurora borealis,
aurora australis.

Mare nostrum,
sub silentio,
sub secreto,
ad libitur,
as infinitum.

Ira furor brevis est,
amor suo iure.

Memento vivere,
in dubio,
in dolorosa,
in posse,
in nubibus,
in pace,
in spiritu et veritate,
in pleno,

nvne avt nvnquam,
ad vitam aeternam.
Latin translation:

The northern lights,
the southern lights.

Our sea,
in silence,
in secret,
as desired,
to infinity without end.

Anger is a brief insanity,
love in it's own right.

Remember that you have to live,
in doubt,
in sorrow,
in possibility,
in the clouds,
in peace,
in spirit and truth,
in full,

now or never,
for all time.


Olivia Walker (E.Y)
2010.7.5
¡Oh, Señor! Dios de los ejércitos,
eterno Padre, eterno Rey,
por este mundo que creaste
con la virtud de tu poder;
porque dijiste: la luz sea,
y a tu palabra la luz fue;
porque coexistes con el Verbo,
porque contigo el Verbo es
desde los siglos de los siglos
y sin mañana y sin ayer,
requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine,
el lux perpetua luceat eis!
¡Oh Jesucristo, por el frío
de tu pesebre de Belem,
por tus angustias en el Huerto,
por el vinagre y por la hiel,
por las espinas y las varas
con que tus carnes desgarré,
y por la cruz en que borraste
todas las culpas de Israel;
Hijo del Hombre, desolado,
trágico Dios, tremendo Juez:
requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine,
el lux perpetua luceat eis!
¡Divino Espíritu, Paráclito,
aspiración del gran Iaveh,
que unes al Padre con el Hijo,
y siendo el Uno sois los Tres;
por la paloma de alas níveas,
por la inviolada doncellez
de aquella Virgen que en su vientre
llevó al Mesías Emmanuel;
por las ardientes lenguas rojas
con que inspiraste ciencia y fe
a los discípulos amados
de Jesucristo, nuestro bien:
requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine,
el lux perpetua luceat eis!
El corazón,
Que tenía en la escuela
Donde estuvo pintada
La cartilla primera,
¿Está en ti,
Noche negra?
  (Frío, frío,
Como el agua
Del río.)
  El primer beso
Que supo a beso y fue
Para mis labios niños
Como la lluvia fresca,
¿Está en ti,
Noche negra?
  (Frío, frío
Como el agua
Del río.)
  Mi primer verso.
La niña de las trenzas
Que miraba de frente
¿Está en ti,
Noche negra?
  (Frío, frío,
Como el agua
Del río,)
  Pero mi corazón
Roído de culebras,
El que estuvo colgado
Del árbol de la ciencia,
¿Está en ti,
Noche negra?
  (Caliente, caliente,
Como el agua
De la fuente.)
Mi amor errante,
Castillo sin firmeza,
De sombras enmohecidas,
¿Está en ti,
Noche negra?
  (Caliente, caliente,
Como el agua
De la fuente.)
  ¡Oh, gran dolor!
Admites en tu cueva
Nada más que la sombra.
¿Es cierto,
Noche negra?
  (Caliente, caliente,
Como el agua
De la fuente.)
  ¡Oh, corazón perdido!
¡Réquiem aeternam!
Mateuš Conrad Dec 2019
Orléans, the maid Jean (Żąn of Arc)...

i have made peace with the paganism revival
in the medium realm of music,
i once entertained the idea...
but upon watching Floki crawl into the heart
of the mountain
  (vikings t.v. series)...
and seeing a cross at its base,
                   rather than a hammer of a dwarven
master smithy...
  breaking down and crying...
          and then recounting his ambitions?
for a people to adopt an approach of a people
to do not consider revenge?
          him screaming, from the mountain's heart,
which resulted in a volvanic eruption...
what god was he seeking,
to begin with?
             i moved from pop, rock, alt., punk
etc. into pagan revival music,
but i also transitioned from pagan revival
music into the realm of the templar chants,
byzantine chants, the gregorian...
and it was so soothing,
         my faith, my heart lies with the music
that appeases me, my angers and my doubts...
it's not the most spectacular of examples,
but its the only honesty i can ever give,
i cry at beauty...
   when i spent the whole night
watching the indian sea pillage and ****
  the kenyan coast...
when i first heard ola gjeilo's ubi caritas,
when i first heard
vaughan william's fantasia on a theme
by thomas tallis...
            it is so hard to cry when presented
with beauty...

     i side with the christian chants...
akin to the gregorian: libera me domine...

  after all... the post-roman scripts are
not pretty, esp. the english language
pretending to know the existence of orthography...
which it doesn't: given it has no diacritical
marker applicability...
             hardly a diacritical marking system
if...   ȷust so, as ι saιd... and also... they disappear
upon the CAPITAL STATED...
  JUST LIKE, SO...

               but at least the post-roman
latιn remaιns allow, more for a language to be
sung... than could ever be saιd...
hardly to claιm... ι, I, L, l...
   (after all... what of the asiatic people?
they have a complex phonetic encoding
system,
   last time i checked...
      they drew beautifully...
     but when it came to singing?
                  i find crows to croack
more beautifully than their peoples singing;
i guess you really need a castrato harem
of choir boys to reach the sort of pop
established by 20th century artists...
     how almost wonderful...
             castratos ascribed the governance
of song, rather than disgruntled harem ******)...
                
now... please excuse me, whιle ι translate
the lyrιcs of lιbera me domιne
   (in pig latin)...

     libera me domine
                      de mortem aeterna
           in die illa tremenda
     caeli movendi sunt et terra
        dum veneris
                   judicare saeculum per ignem
     tremens factus sum ego et timeo
        dum discussio venerit
      atque ventura ira
                 quando caeli vendi sunt et terra
dies illes dies irae
    calamatis et miseriae
         dies magna et amara valde
dum veneris
                 judicare saeculum per ignem
    requiem aeternam dona eis domine
  et lux per petua luceat eis
  liber me domine
                  de morte aeterna...
in die illa tremenda...

    free me lord
              from death's eternity
into your godliness that's awe inspiring
  (as also terrible)
heaven moves both sun and earth
while love judges heathenism
    by fire
    rest from the eternal gifts as
does the lord...
   and the light from its "petulance"
to continue to shine...

   will gregorian chants be censored?
templar chants? byzantine chants?
                   i tired of pop songs,
of 20th century "innovations"...

    petua...
                 in english... the word implies:
advice...
ah!
     et lux per petua luceat eis
   and from seeking advice from the light
that shines!
so much for: petulance...

what a contradictory song...
               still...
                                what's next,
they ban gregorian chants,
   and fall flat praising and clapping
the next adhan?!
Rayénari Das Jun 2021
I'm going to tell you an story:

At first
There was only
Fractals
And mysterious forces
That they wove them
On the delicate canvas
From the void.

Galactic Star Beings
Whose fingers and limbs
They danced in a swing
Dictated by the music of heaven

And there, in the middle of the fire of creation
Cosmic little seed, sigh
Hidden in the subsequent emulsion
From the juices of god
Spilling over
Free humanity
That barely light
Runs
Perpetual
Between the shelves of time
Drawing footsteps of all sizes
In all hemispheres,
distributed
Through latitudes, sown at the tip of Oz and the sword
Of a complex zoology
That of the human animal
Fire thief
Polyphonic heron of storms
Seabird that augurs stars

Because we are built
With feathers
That threw the phoenix and the albatross
On the holy land.

And bloom right in the middle
At the beginning of the war
When everything succumbs
And the ruin falls to pieces.

Little rainbow seed, your serpent tongue
Invoke the circular prayer of your abdomen
A sacred energy

Possessed in the word
You undress
Oracle of ******
Emitting a little moan
Barely cat

And overshadowed the man in his misery
Contemplate gods that understand nothing
Rejoice in tumultuous ecstasy
Of his exacerbated human games
Oh for the being of creation
The whole cosmos!

Sanctus and lux aeternam, in paradisum
No requiem bears your name, no bullet
Plus all my poems
No grave my epitaph
And i have died
More than a thousand times

Shake is to infinite prison of bones
The sacred words of the alseid
And the naiad of moisture
How jubilant
He gave his most beautiful flower to Priapus

And you who did not want to lose yourself
In the labyrinth of the Minotaur
When you offer
Your blood on lotus leaves
Worshiping Polyphemus, the lotus eaters
And to the cyclops in the same way
And me sitting in the middle of the odyssey
With headphones on
And the lost look
Thinking
When will the war happen?
When will the war happen?
When will the war happen?

R.
Zainab Ibrahim Oct 2019
If I Know What Love Is,
I Know It Is You.

If I Know What Love Is,
It Begun With You.

The Way Your Lips touched mine,
The Way Your Hands Brought Me Comfort.
They Kept Me Warm And Safe,
They Made Me Feel At Home.

If I Know What Love Is,
I Know It Is You,
For If I Know What Love Is,
I Have Seen It In Your Eyes.

If I Know What Love Is,
I Know That I Love You
And just Like The Sun, Moon And Stars,
My Love For You Shall Last.

As I Love You Eternal.

"Te amo aeternam."
Et si sain de corps et d'esprit
Je donnais mon coeur à ta science ?
Par quoi commencerais-tu?
Me dissèquerais-tu à distance
En fredonnant
Au bistouri électronique
Sans gants et sans masque
Et sans anesthésie ?
Ou me mettrais-tu sous sérum
Pour recueillir mon consentement
LIBRE ET ÉCLAIRÉ
Avant d'opérer à coeur ouvert
De sang-froid, sans assistance ?

Et une fois prélevé ce coeur battant
Le conserverais-tu vitam aeternam
Dans le formol ou l 'azote liquide ?

Ou alors carrément la neige carbonique ?

Et si d'aventure tu procédais à la greffe
De mes veines et artères
Au C.H.U. de l'au-delà des mers
Me transplanterais-tu
Par avion sanitaire
Jusqu'à ce cocotier patient
Où repose depuis des lustres
Mon nombril séché ?

Si et seulement si c 'était toi la chirurgienne
Permets que je formule un voeu :
Prépare-moi avant l 'acte
Juste un plat fêté de riz galanga, pâtes, gombos
Et coquilles Saint-Jacques
Bien assaisonnées.
Non, merci, c'est gentil, mais pas de dessert !
Juste un dernier petit café pour la route
Avec un sucre de sourire-poème
Au goût de carotte et de pêche.

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