"ignis" poems
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Those—dying then,
Knew where they went—
They went to God’s Right Hand—
That Hand is amputated now
And God cannot be found—
The abdication of Belief
Makes the Behavior small—
Better an ignis fatuus
Than no illume at all—
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Os iusti meditabitur sapientiam,
Et lingua eius loquetur indicium.
Beatus vir qui suffert tentationem,
Quoniqm *** probates fuerit accipient coronam vitae.
Kyrie, fons bonitatis.
Kyrie, ignis divine, eleison.
O quam sancta, quam serena,
Quam benigma, quam amoena esse Virgo creditur.
O quam sancta, quam serena,
Quam benigma, quam amoena,
O castitatis lilium.
Kyrie, fons bonitatis.
Kyrie, ignis divine, eleison.
O quam sancta, quam serena,
Quam benigma, quam amoena,
O castitatis lilium.
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 2:02 PM UTC
Love beneath the linden tree,
The blue touchpaper of fingers entwined,
And sunsets of ignis fatui,
The lightning wick of lips and the caroming atom,
That once held faces,
All but sear and blast wind and howl of eyes,
All of love adrift.
May 15, 2019
May 15, 2019 at 3:25 PM UTC
**Felt the pretense behind closed eyes,
composed vibrations of rhetoric
freelancing in executing ignis fatuus
drank the kool-aid of your own grandeur
a punch drunk conviction's onus
in false pretenses of a mislead head trip
a study in contradiction's convulsions
simmered of half past lucid judgement,
junctures of reality submersed
in cloudy formations
impervious to reasoning**
...a saga written upon piqued skies of indifference
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 10:42 AM UTC
Once I looked in the
mirror and I saw
myself, but not
what I wanted to
see.
My reflection is
distorted, but I look
the same as in any
other mirror or
poem or
drawing and I am left to
wonder, is it the
mirror that is
broken or is it
me?
-ignis
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 5:19 PM UTC
Crawling through the mud
with calloused hands groping
for anything to push forward.
Tearing over rough bark,
exposed skin is left torn,
and hot red gold spills,
staining the crystal pools
that collected from the falling
ocean.
Stars in the eyes
reflecting stars above,
and catching salty tears
that invade the homes of ants below.
Frozen breath is pushed out,
forming small clouds of words
left unsaid,
unheard,
unwanted.
Fingers feel for the pulse of the earth,
no longer hoping for survival,
but just to be reunited with nature.
The wind sings a deathly lullaby
and soon only an empty shell
is left where a soul once lived.
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 6:52 PM UTC
how soft the clouds
that touch my feet
as I search for Ignis
Ignis
in the rotting leaves
how cold the soil
against the walls of my lungs
as I dig for Ignis
Ignis
and the Sun
how tight the girdle
around my waist
of roots and earthworm ribbons
as I dig for Ignis
Ignis
displaced
how heavy the dirt
that clings and crushes
skeletal ribs, fingers
clawing clumps and crusts
as I dig for Ignis
Ignis
in the rust
how fine the bone meal
that dissolves in droplets
of sweat in aquifer
as I seep to Ignis
Ignis
and breathing
Jul 21, 2012
Jul 21, 2012 at 6:55 PM UTC
The downside
of falling in love
with people
who make you feel
sparks
and fireworks
in your heart
comes
when they leave you
with nothing but
ashes and smoke.
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 10:48 AM UTC
I am the rat.
There are always
roads that I can take,
and always
new places to be explored.
I am compact,
and I can
fit wherever I
want to go.
There is always
a surplus of food and
I eat well.
But sometimes,
the food is poison
and I am left with only
my dying breaths.
Some passages lead me only to
being hit with a broom.
I am called
filthy and disgusting.
But still
I find myself
smiling when I
wake because
it's **** well worth it being the rat.
-ignis
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 2:49 AM UTC
BE free from the church and its impositions
its restrictions
contradictions
and ungodly superstitions
BE free from all dogmatic institutions
Patriarchal truths
are only partial solutions
BE free from the coat of protection
that they fashion
A one-size fit
that impedes expansion
BE free from the doctrine
that imposes separation
Brother versus brother
Nation versus nation
BE free from the teachings
that set us apart
That caters to the Ego
not to the heart
BE free from the darkness
that controls your mind
How can you see the light
if you're asleep or blind
BE free from the ‘Book’
and its static communication
A covert operation
in the ‘divine’ proclamation
BE free from hypocrisy
intolerance and vanity
The ‘ignis fatuus’ progenitor
of the world's insanity.
Jul 7, 2010
Jul 7, 2010 at 3:51 PM UTC
Our inheritance
is loss
I don't care
about liberation
Freedom is
the ignis fatuus
Everyone's a slave
to something
Oct 29, 2020
Oct 29, 2020 at 7:29 AM UTC
He is the one who rules through flame
Wild in spirit and mind untamed
From the savage lands he came
To liberate and break our chains
Warrior of the Storm
Commander of the Dragon Force
Ambassador of War
Horror story with a magic sword
See him rise on wings of death above the fire
See him soar on winds of gore above the battlefield and higher
Hear the roar of his Wyvern
Towards the war they're flying
A nightmare which strikes fear
In the hearts of all mankind
Fly, Dragon Rider
The King of Time, the God of Light
He forged an entire
Empire in the Shadows of the Night
She is the one, a rose in the blaze
Hailing from a place that nobody knows by name
In Magia Draco Ignis
She would claim her fame
Savior of the lost and hopeless
Slave Emancipator
She's a sight to behold as she fights in the cold
A blur of beauty and violence as she upholds the knight's code
Hear the singing of the stinger as it spears the winds of winter
A vision nigh-invincible
Dominates the hate below
Fly, Dragon Rider
The Queen Divine, Goddess of Might
Like flies to a Spider
The wicked tyrants fall before her eyes
And when they are joined together
They'll conquer the realms of Earth and Heaven
And worlds beyond perception
A Neogalactic Inception
A Universe Resurrected
Where the Drakon hold Dominion
They will keep us in line as they once did
And that will be just the beginning
Nov 22, 2017
Nov 22, 2017 at 5:23 AM UTC
I have spoken to
the birds.
I have asked them about
how they know where
it is that they're going, and
every one of them revealed that
they do not.
They tell me that they just
flap their wings and
fly away and they don't need to
think about where they're
going because they rely on
themselves enough to be
assured that they'll end
up right where
they need to be.
But how do you
know where you need
to be, I asked
them, and they told
me once again that
they do not.
They just rely on their
wings to take
them there.
I wish I could have been
brave and spread my
wings and fly where
I need to go as the
birds left.
But instead I
stayed behind.
At first I was
ashamed of
myself for not
following suit but then
I realised that
maybe the reason I didn't
fly was because I was
already where I
needed to
be.
-ignis
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 8:39 PM UTC
Here are burdens riddled with subtleties
Mysterious questions of life and death
Mushroomed out of an addictive breath
Artificial intelligence for government subsidies
Yet, beyond earth lie no inquest or induction
Posed on greasy brink of insanity's fallacy
Coming upon junction of humanity absently
Greater guidance larger than sapient deduction
Are we falling through space or are we suspended?
Can't help now, but with forethought will accomplish
Foolish fire to which we pay homage
Lighting a candle for now, for all in attendance
May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 9:25 AM UTC
I wandered long through noctis viae — roads of night,
Where shattered stars fall, pale with fright.
The moon, a fractum speculum, weeps in vain,
Reflecting back my silent pain.
Yet ex nihilo, from void you came,
A whisper soft — a spark, a flame.
Your eyes, ignis aeterni, burned through rain,
And lit the corners of my bane.
You broke the walls of stone and thorn,
In your embrace, my soul reborn.
A caro et anima — flesh and soul aligned,
A prayer from lips the gods designed.
Where shadows bloom, you plant your name,
A rose that blossoms in my flame.
And though the winds of fate may sever,
Amor vincit omnia — love conquers ever.
Still, as dawn creeps on trembling feet,
I fear this dream may taste defeat...
But if we fade like morning's mist,
Eternity lives in one last kiss.
Mar 16, 2025
Mar 16, 2025 at 6:40 PM UTC
Ignis fatuus reverie
Vigil me in mine torpor
Douse me in voltaic lava
Be mine mi amour'
Facade me in thy fancy
Include me in thy life
For a king I'm trying to hand thou
For a queen to be mine wife!!!
Compose me to mine worries
**** this juice up off mine tongue
Where honey bees and huckleberry
Floweth well,
And wherein dry doth not run!!
Garb me in the coffin
Observe the beast I am
Unslave me from mine shackles
Say I do, I'll say I'm your man!!
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 11:24 AM UTC
One does not scale then claim
the ancient mountain
Nor by pretension tame the sea
Sate the deep fire’s searing fountain
Noble, though futile attempts be.
Blood, sweat stained, predatory
Alone infernum, lux ignis I stand.
I fight with no hope for victory
Mine crimson staccato metronome,
life’s sweet stain on desert sand.
Dispassionate, Fire’s breadth consuming all
Whilst ever hollowing from within;
Cracked lips cachinnate the brazen gall,
Endeavoring as healers’ medicine.
Adrift till the last ember chokes,
emptied all of malice and slaughter,
Peace be that last repose, my nox aquis,
to be embraced by night upon the water.
Oct 25, 2021
Oct 25, 2021 at 12:43 PM UTC
Your hands are fire,
sunstars singeing my skin with their touch,
you ignite me.
And sparks fly from our crossed screams.
Our *** is electric –
and I’m just praying the power doesn’t go out.
Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 2:10 PM UTC
if you have a glow of light on youre face
you're a witch.
an ignis fatum is a spirit
trying to share your body.
a kahuna speaks to other worlds
and can show you
in a bowl of liquid.
if you have the technology
and you have the good intentions
it can be fixed.
but all the progress is dogma.
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 7:38 PM UTC
*Under the waxing moon
Where safety is secured in -
the throes of madness
Where ambiguous , vocal figurines annotate abject sadness* ...
* Reversus de pit ignis Ad .. .. Amen: alleluja habitabo in medio populi mei misericors deus in misericordia* ..
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 2:00 AM UTC
Smoke blacken sky
flames rise from the anguish,
her hands soaked in crimson dye
a trail of the shattered corpse she's vanquished.
The inferno consumes,
swallowing her whole.
Taking the life that once charmed and yet confused,
Death becomes her; and her firey soul.
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 7:14 PM UTC
Just open your eyes,
open them and see.
My fire is intensifying,
the flames are rising.
Watch your ashes fly,
watch as they flutter all around me.
You thought you were the only one who could do the burning,
dead wrong
It's my turn now; and your anguish is just the beginning.
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 1:07 AM UTC
the distance is a shadow
of your shape i can not touch
so i dance along its edges.
float over to you as an orb of light.
whisper a teeth shattering ecstasy
into the base of your neck
to watch it pour down the canal
of your curving spine
until you are a flood to cover me
with what i can not control.
youre a force as though
pulled by the moon
coming in waves to consume
whatever it is you crash into
with crushing sounds
drowned out by your
bone shattering howls
which are lost
in the ******* wind
of your lip-shivering mouth.
and all is left quiet and still
like both
the blood-soaked
prey and predator
after the heat of the ****
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 8:28 PM UTC
When the waves no longer crashed against the beach
The sand was sad and missed the sea
& from the dry desert an oasis was born
Born from tears the sand had wept
The oasis gave life to the travellers thirsty and alone
Even to the animals and carnivores
Yet none could ever stay for it was not their home
Alone the oasis gave itself to the sky
To be a cloud that travels far and wide
To seek the sea he utterly missed
Leaving rain and blooming flowers in his path
A river, an ocean, but he could not find her
So he looked behind at all he created
All those he saved
He asked himself "What is it worth if I haven't her?"
& in a moment he was gone
The cloud gave himself to the scorching sun
All that remained was a rainbow
Beautiful image of passing on
Apr 13, 2019
Apr 13, 2019 at 5:02 PM UTC