"caliginous" poems
For half a revolution she spends her days
in caliginous caverns
where worms like silver thread
weave through moistened walls.
Water, endless dripping,
howling, whining, stalagmite fangs.
It began with a stranger,
shrouded with shadows.
Petrichor breath,
and beetle black eyes,
twisted root fingers,
and scattered seeds.
It was lonely at first,
death and loss and
weary wayfarers with tired souls.
An estranged husband,
a trio of rumbling growls,
and the lonesome echo of her own footsteps.
Waiting for a someday,
that will never come,
her titles, a mantra,
repeat in her head;
daughter, lover, mother and wife,
stealer of souls and giver of life.
So when the daffodils bud,
and the world awakens,
when she blinks through sunshine
and steps into the light,
she holds her head high.
She is Queen of the Underworld,
bolder than before,
she will evade their pity,
and transcend them all.
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 5:54 AM UTC
before that,
we sat pinned
and winded
on steel hands
and plated masks
near the crimson
jade pools
by the killing fields
of bordeaux
we did not look
we could not look
our eyes blinded
and seared
by the charred remains
and shallow graves
the battered birch
and caliginous path
drifters and vagabonds
and kings of kings
held witness
to the pounding
and overkill
the blades
cauldrons
and burning sweet-grass
all brought forth by healers
rammers, sages
and holy front men
glance behind
(watching them sort
through the rubble
and *****
the blood flow
spilling its warmth
throughout the
festering scene
they pulled the stops out
on this one ~
those sweated woodlands
and churned meadows
now framed
by a burned
and broken cross
autumn like winds
begin to chill
(casting spells over ground cover)
night lights flicker
beyond
the fallen trees
Jun 3, 2019
Jun 3, 2019 at 3:58 PM UTC
I love to sit
'Neath the twilight sky
Feasting
On the color of darkness
Filling myself
With emptiness
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 10:59 PM UTC
Neptune's core collapses
Splintered diamonds descend in stabbing fashion
Sleepy knives pass silently through the night
Casting shadows in the caliginous moon light
Stitched spiderwebs glisten across autumn's equinox
Discordant thought raptures in a Gordian knot
The symmetry of entropy plots its course
The universe resets its clock
Jul 15, 2010
Jul 15, 2010 at 8:50 PM UTC
Through a tunnel I walk.
Stumbling upon the demons I stalk.
Straining to understand their words.
Yet afraid of what their message may hold.
The walls and path are all ablur.
As further along I do blunder.
Stumbling and falling,
To rise once more.
Searching for a magical door.
To release me from this caliginous gambit.
Then the goblins and trepidation omit,
To deliver me anew to the suns bright glare.
And release me once more from the captivity of despair
May 11, 2023
May 11, 2023 at 9:07 PM UTC
A palatial forest,
Full of verdure only to be seen under
The Lucent celestial body
Owls stay secluded beneath the
Caliginous shadows,
Tree limbs swerve and waver from the
Fluttering wind.
Pathways scatter across the canvas
Filled with greenery
Vines clamber to the ground,
Fallen leaves lie withered through the earth,
Under the nautical dusk
Thus shows the beauty of a forest at
Night.
Dec 20, 2012
Dec 20, 2012 at 12:11 AM UTC
I love this
I get to lay here
In this smoky basement
And be next to your body
Incents burning in the darkness
And the pull out bed is darned with
Peacock blankets and worn green pillows
And your ******* are perk in the light of a cigarette
These rock walls and pillars aren't enough
To trap the both of us
Because within this room, we are invisible
And around you
I am invincible
We stare through the black at each other
Eyes in protest of the caliginous space around us
And we see the warmth of acceptance in the air
I can run these fingers along the smooth landscape of your skin
And my tongue can skim slowly over you with a longing
And my lips can caress yours with a delicious spark of heat
Inciting the shudders throughout your body to take you
These shadows around us can't understand
Because in their two dimensional forms
They will never caress your curves
Or grasp the emotions needed to care about you
So the darkness doesn't bother me
I just need the quick paced breaths from you
The fingers digging into my skin
The lips and the tongues
The dips and the rises
And the realization that this is more
Than *** at my house
Pull your hair away from your eyes to look at me
See the outline of my face
The silhouette eclipsing the moon light from the window
And the sweat on my brow
Shining little droplets of "I want"
Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 8:57 PM UTC
I looked outside, the sun is shining where it hasn't for days.
I looked inside, it's been caliginous for months.
The smoke over my tea seems foreign,
My gazes are empty,
My flesh feels hardened.
My thoughts don't haunt me anymore,
we live together, a familiar routine.
It's an odd place to be in,
when you're acquiescent for Departure,
but wary of the destination.
Death will grace us all in a given day,
how to act as a catalyst,
I wondered,
simply, keep your door inviting.
As I sat with a blizzard inside,
a deep sunken calm emerged within.
I asked, "who is it?"
"your solace", it answered.
I asked again, confused, "who is it?"
"your tranquil", it answered.
I asked once again, unsure, "who is it?"
"your Departure", it answered. I smiled.
"What kept you so long?", I asked,
"you have. May I stay?", it asked me.
"You've never left. A perpetual guest is always welcome." I answered.
The sound of violins overcame me,
an odd, fitting melody.
Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 10:32 AM UTC
He gazes at the moon as its rays illuminate the glistening leaves
the caliginous night hiding the creatures of the forest
life clandestinely creeping in the shadows
eternally alone but never lonely
As he treads along the paths and leaves, wildlife trails behind him
birds circle him, and insects creep along his limbs
foliage parts for him, and vines reach for his love
The lucid forest speaks to him
guides him, treasures him
he who nurtures its essence
like a small sapling sprouting out of the soil
gently singing the sacred aria of the weald
calmly providing energy for these younglings
stretching ever higher, searching for the sun
they rise, rise up faster with his spirit,
ever growing into the sky the high branches spread
the cloudburst continues, quenching the lifeforce of thirst
new life emerges, unforeseen possibilities
the druid of the forest
the shaman of the earth
the balm of life
Jul 10, 2012
Jul 10, 2012 at 10:41 PM UTC
I had a boyfriend.
His name was - well, I can't tell you.
He came into poverty of spirit - like the rest of us.
Jesus! Who left us here!
We looked around.
Didn't recognize a thing,
which was why
we congregated, delicate souls together,
following one another around.
We recognized each other,
our sense of loss,
what was meant to be.
Like a dutiful pup
returning a dry stick,
we tried to make a go of it,
struggling against all hope
to navigate our way through
unfamiliar
hostile
landscape.
In the end,
it was not enough.
So sad.
Little did we know --
it was all just a game
and we were the pawns.
Far, far beyond the universe
could be heard tittering
teacup laughter.
Massive,
caliginous clouds
bowed to the sound, and
scattered,
foiling
their resolve
to wreak havoc.
In their wake,
a breath of dampness escaped,
a blessing.
The dry stick
has been planted.
Tiny outstretched
green buds
beg to be noticed,
nurtured.
Maybe we can make this our home
after all.
Sep 29, 2012
Sep 29, 2012 at 1:14 AM UTC
Shuddering violently throughout
the void of life,
desolate anomalies keep
harboring corruptive interludes
of transgression
This...transgression...if you will...
engrosses all in its path
with...
Defiance.
A hostile challenge to
venture upon
all crossroads
which leads towards Poseidon
Thence,
Maraudering throughout these crossroads,
devastation itself pulverizes
all hope, rending it futile
for those who wish to aid
Caliginous clouds set the tone...
for the sullen events lurking near...
However,
This, only but a mere
beginning
Soon we shall
Intro the Wicked
Oct 31, 2010
Oct 31, 2010 at 4:23 PM UTC
It's sad that as we grow up the brightness in our eyes dims,
Our faith and hope gradually slim.
The stars disappear, they aren't as bright,
It all becomes opaque, the caliginous night.
Our voices get softer, our fear louder,
We prefer to be lonesome, oh we're such downers.
The last of our emotions drip out, the color in our skin drains out,
You don't hear not a sound out of us, though trust me, we want to scream and shout.
Our hearts expand but get quieter,
Filled with sorrow- heavy yet at the same time lighter.
We become so very lost,
We yearn for happiness, though we all know it'll cost.
Can't help but feel scared, paranoid,
We'll do anything to help fill the void.
We feel an emptiness in us- start missing nothing,
We want to learn how to trust, give us something..
It's sad that as we grow up the brightness in our eyes dims,
Our faith and hope gradually slim.
Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 6:55 PM UTC
I fumble around in this caliginous den
There's a light up there
If I just climb up this wall
I'll be free
My finger nails are bleeding
I leave scratch marks on the walls
My whole body is aching
As I'm trying my best
To get out of this hole
I'm getting closer
I can feel the air getting thinner
It's easier to breathe
I'm reaching for the edge
Almost there
Suddenly
The two of you appear
You're smiling
She's smiling
I feel the sole of your shoe
As you're kicking me in the face
And I fall
Down
Instantly
I hit the ground
The light burns out
The darkness surrounds me
I am trapped
In this den
And I can't find the strength to climb up these walls again
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 11:08 AM UTC
Wet Cave
I fled from the thought
the way one escapes pain through poison
wondering in cave blindness
if I could ever be patient enough
so
I save your lines
I plan to keep them close
to mine
because the more I fall in
this shroud
the more my voice falls faint
I need a stand-in
to help hold this together
to help bail water
that the cave in
its caliginous hospitality
has given me generously
my memories of our
conversation water logged and
swollen,
the ink now indiscernible
now that I can’t remember
what you said
I’m sorry but
I had to tear your face
out of my book
but at least now we know
where we stand-
with cold feet.
Aug 6, 2013
Aug 6, 2013 at 11:32 AM UTC
A world convulsed at fallacious lies,
With a pensive reality,
And caliginous skies.
A night as dark as the depths of hell,
Malignant capabilities,
Your sinister voice I know too well.
Due to your influence,
I have become oblique.
Dreading all the words
That you speak.
Am I truly the one you seek?
Now I have prospected
and also detected
That the only way to be consummate
Is to remain idyllic, and appreciate
The taciturnity you’ve effected
I apprehended
That I should have escaped while I could
But I pretended
Like I misunderstood
That you were do good.
You insanity was cloaked by a hood.
I’m not endorsing you to deliver my downfall,
Aforementioned here, is my last stand.
Absent from reality I’ve become,
Just to plummet down this peak once more,
Due to the careless vivacity
of the fellow that is blind,
to his doings unkind.
And now, all you do is provoke
The constant fear that I have chosen
the wrong bloke.
And for this I have frozen
A friendship that was golden.
I really shouldn’t crave you
but for some reason
I can’t abdicate.
Jan 17, 2012
Jan 17, 2012 at 11:43 PM UTC
Galloping,—
a harras of silhouette in the night’s shade.
Prancing swiftly as carelessly as winds in their mane.
Grey smoke blows out of their muzzle;
like hot ash subduing the algid night air.
A hill covered in a dark following,
a caliginous beauty site,—
In the uncut grass, trampled by costless hooves.
I was the ground crunched by a night’s dream.
My eyes shut; nervous by the shaking lips,
and cold sweats. It was beautiful,—
it was dark. It was wild; yet felt so freeing.
I was it’s witness, and conjecture.
I was in awe by beauty, but left breathless by
it’s haunting perception.
So was it a ghastly dream, or an alluring nightmare?
Jun 14, 2022
Jun 14, 2022 at 5:43 AM UTC
She sat next to me,
a soulless body.
She hid her face
behind the darkness.
She stretched her
hand and showed
me her scars.
She pulled her
heart out and
kept it right in
front of me.
A heart that
was black
and poisoned by
the dart of phony
love.
I looked into her
agonising eyes,
where the spark
no longer existed
She touched me
by her flaccid
fingers.
My world which
was colourful
became a caliginous
place to live in.
As soon as she
touched me, my
heart started throbbing
And my eyes started bleeding.
I could feel her unendurable
pain .
She had just come out
of a fiendish storm and
was afraid of falling again.
But yet she fell again
for a prince who
came on a white horse.
His tranquilizing words
healed her cuts but
little did she know he was
just another mephistopheles
who came to ruin her.
She thought he would never
hurt her but his actions made
deeper cuts .
She had passed her inadmissible
pain to me which ******
the soul out of my body
leaving an empty mind
and a shattered heart.
The chain had just
Started and I realized that
I was the first one who was
targeted.
Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 6:26 AM UTC
bleak darkness and its measure:
squandering the light
no definitions
no spectral haze
no inhibitions
its onerous labor is one
with me.
live life at the edge of the fall.
holding a hand
fallibly.
live alone, love alone —
these things pulse with strength
in singleness, even the glances
of prying neighbors are sequestered
reduced to sealed shut, hermetic,
no sight or hindsight.
i'll run to where the sunlight is
and wish for the moon, slumber
like a dead log adrift in the current.
buying myself love and selling its pleasures to defunct markets.
trying to repair what is beyond salvation,
trying to amalgamate what is perpetually
scarred, sundered.
clangorous *** of metal, herding jeep
and riotous chariots; mad men fill
the lines waiting for encumbrance,
bardic in the streets of Marilao
hungry for something:
give me a blank piece of paper
and i will try to reinvent the world
with impunity and lostness.
the world gives back such awry stare
and all imperative darkness reigns
supreme, mine are all emergencies
as shadows are succored not,
retained in their caliginous thrones.
living alone
yet not so much alone.
the dog outside does not bark anymore.
the well-placed gnome of stone outside
stares stonily across the thick space.
the nosy neighbor does not meddle
through the rusted ocher grills.
the old moon wanes outside
as the lift of light sways to where
there are no disappearances.
somewhere in the metropolitan there
is a derby of fools and all mirth;
i wish myself there and curse my presence
right then.
work does not fill me anymore,
money does me no good. my soul
bangs the walls and slams the doors
it threatens to leave without auguries,
and demands a new sense of necessity.
tonight, i will go out, drink at a local pub
and crawl towards the ajar door of
my father's car. smoke will caterwaul
the pressing scenes of the vicinities
crumbling at the tremor of clocks;
i will open my dresser and discover
all books dissipated, some naked
in relished pages, others abeyant.
the curtain can fall later,
and the night too, falter evenly
widely spread across the sky.
— all is broken.
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 8:49 AM UTC
I am running through the Milky Way,
with love and hope perches into the soul,
dancing cloud flash the glee,
the peacock biding, rain could be
me for love
love for mine
Souls are jocund company while triumph of birds
twilight on face antecedents shine of love,
vitreous luster of a crystal as diamond,
the dark of the darkness beget the diamond,
dark defuses and alchemize,
the black grinned -
caliginous to illumine as a small table lamp
glimmer glee with the end of darkness.
I can hear babies are cackling in the next room.
@ Musfiq us shaleheen
Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 1:33 AM UTC
You lay there missing her,
I lay here missing you.
My mind gets flushed
by all the boggling
memories.
They linger in my
caliginous mind .
I miss being in the
ecstatic state and
also the butterflies
you gave me.
My cheeks which
used to turn crimson
red now look pale
with no blood rushing
through them.
Your atramentous
enticing eyes hold
all my dreams and wishes.
They make me believe
that magic exists and
so does delectation.
You have cast an
irreversible and
unbreakable spell
on me which makes
me wanna hold
on to you.
You are as addictive
as lithium and
as gorgeous as
a free enlightened
soul.
You are my only
antidote that can
bring me back
to life.
Your atoms have
collided with mine
and are creating a
new galaxy.
No matter what
but you are that one
star in my sky that is
impossible to forget
because the merriness
I get when I look at your
empyrean face cannot be
compared to any other
happiness in the entire
galaxy.
You will always shine
the brightest in my
obsidian sky.
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 2:46 AM UTC
~
Piano keys tickled
in soft lullaby melodies
echo in harmonic measures
neath an ivory moon
tuned midst an ebony sky,
shimmering sonatas in
sustained twilight concertos
waft in sensuous tempos,
acoustic sighs sing
as silhouettes on
candlelit curtains,
caliginous shadows of love
sway together in
rhythmic duet motions,
dancing to the ecstasy
of this symphonic evening
composed of love
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 7:12 PM UTC
Suddenly I fall asleep
Image of her was appeared
That Caliginous night
She disappeared
I was alone for whole night
Thinking of her
Can’t wait at anymore
And peeped out from windows
Air kissed me
Nonsensical stars laughing at me
And I was lost for a moment
Because of Her
Her Crunchy Voice
Those Dazzled Eyes
And Fantastic Lips
It’s Everything to me
Again I lost thinking of her
I am in deep Love
Yes! I am in Love
It’s simply because of Her
Only her
And
Only her !
A great Awe to Her!
©Saujan Gyawali
10 October 2014
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 9:14 AM UTC
On Proctor’s ledge I made my bed
Following the ****** scores
Through grey fog, thick as cold death.
Screaming gallows want my head...
To dance across their blood stained floors.
This opaque sky is my one true friend
Oh the exquisite view it does afford!
Peering down those rotten trap doors.
Puritan villagers spew hate
Lighting my ***** feet
As this frayed rope keeps me safe.
Smooth grey rocks hidden away...
By broken sticks and amber leaves.
I left them on the ground where they lay
Just to preserve this caliginous scene!
Eighteen others shall soon agree.
Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 9:31 PM UTC