"esset" poems
Det er en normal dag
Med mit es i tænkeren.
Udødelig tryghed.
Rejsen mod esset dækker mine tanker,
Som et lagen af frihed.
Lagnet varmer mere og mere jo tættere destinationen nærmer sig.
Da jeg når destinationen
Bliver jeg genforenet med mit es
Udødelig frihed
Vi vasker vores sociale vasketøj
Og stier ud mod horisonten.
Udødelig Harmoni.
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 4:11 PM UTC
Amor , amoris love
Servet me in aciem
Est vita aeterna,
Beautiful Beautiful smiling smoke
My love is very sick
The tears keep me ballistic
"Don't worry," She spoke
Her proud figure curls up
I remain by her side
Even though plague's arm opened wide
I offered her my cup
I'm crying again
I don't want her to leave
Nor spend an eternity in grief
I hold her close to her parents disdain
Extinctus est Mihi
Ne derelinquas me
Perniciosasque tristitia
Manete in aeternum
Please get better
There are demons in my mind
Our dreams they blind
Stay awake, read my love letter
Sadistic narcissistic fools
You idly gossip
Her fate you toss-up
Poisoned are thy souls
Ego solet abire
Te amo
In aeterno praeteriti temporis
They want me to flee
They want me to turn my back
But deathly dreams surely are black
I ignore their plea
I watch my love fade away
Take me instead
You can rest easy if I'm dead
Your soul shall stay
Et immarcescibilem
Vos postulo ut vivat in
Memento digni sunt
Vale, mea
Perspicuus caliginoso loco hoc
Fidem tibi habeo
Ne fleveris
Et nihilominus esset melior aptus.............
Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 5:26 AM UTC
Nos autem non in vacuum cucurri caeca.
Perdidit in tenebris sumus.
Ex visus, ex animo.
Nos iam esset desperato.
Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 12:12 PM UTC
Tantum tempus temporis
quoniam aliena femina in meo cubiculo dormivit;
ecce illi quantum dulce somnus est.
Quanta etiam libera somnia sunt.
In alia aetate mundum certe rexit
vel optimo regi in matrimonio fideliter ducta est
qui iuxtus flumen psalmos luce lunae scripsit.
**** me iri foras egressum et spatiatum
Nihil occurit hic, nihil umquam fit.
Praeterea si incedat iam volat me narrare;
habeo nihil, praecipue erga quicquid erat.
Viam cepi aviam
qua celeres non superant;
dignis praemia sunt
qui verbum veritatis distinguere possunt.
Hospes solus me docere potuit
praeclaram orem iustitiae contemplari
et videre oculum pro oculo, et dentem pro dente.
Nisi duo homines in mansionem,
Est nullus in viso; verem exspectant,
proinde quasi ver plaustro accederet.
Mundus deleretur ea nocte
sed meae amicae aequum esset;
illa meo cubiculo dormiret *** revenirem.
Meridiano me promoveo
adhuc in obscura parte viae;
in angustos corruere
et constans manere non possum.
Alius mea ore dicit
sed solum meo animo audit,
calcas omnibus etiam tibi feci
quibus tamen careo.
Ego et ego
In creatione quo ingenium alicuius
nec alicui ignoscit nec excolit.
Ego et ego
unus alteri dicit nullus et videre
imaginem meum et vivere possit.
From "Bird's Nest In Your Hair" by Brian Jobe
May 21, 2017
May 21, 2017 at 10:03 PM UTC
I woke to the morning bell
like one electrified
like a switched on bulb,
quod esset lux copiosa,
a buzzing in my head
as if bees were awoke there
and I woke with them,
Dom Andrew he of large beard
and tonsured head said
it was the way
the room were laid
as drew me
to the abbey
and he died of cancer
years later,
**** these she said
**** for all you're worth
and I did as a greedy child,
bóg jest w twoim sercu
the Polish monk said
by the abbey gardens
as I pulled weeds,
Hugh sour faced
polished the choir stalls
until his face shone
like a blushing bride,
breathe in this air
Dom Joseph said
God's breath is here
amongst us as we talk
and we sat
on the beach in conflab,
enter your ship here
she said into
my tight harbour
and she laughed
and I did too,
the world's thy ship
and not thy home
Therese said,
the smell of incense
as I entered church
lifted me up
from dark doldrums
at dawn's light,
être en paix avec Dieu
the French monk said
as I aided him in the task
of mowing lawns
and side paths,
George my fellow novice
laughed at the size
of the napkins
around our neck
and in our laps
like bedsheets he said,
we can easily forgive a child
who is afraid of the dark
the real tragedy of life
is when men are afraid
of the light
Gareth said
quoting Plato,
death and dark
are similar
to the child in man,
locutusque est Dominus
ad me in lucem,
was as if I were deaf or blind
and God knew and blessed,
ship into harbour
with ease and joy
and ***** were a forest
to wade through to joy's gate,
the bells ceased tolling
and the echo evaporated
like drying water
in the sun's heat,
and would have washed
His head and if humble enough
have kissed His feet.
Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 2:08 AM UTC