"lilium" poems
Lilium,
Ah, you fascinating flower, an old gardener who still looks after his duty, mumbled to himself in awe of the stargazer and spider lilies,
They seem so majestic, yet innocent to the extent of a wounderous aura sent by their gentle yet stinging smell, spreading across the room
He said to himself that maybe, if they are as beautiful and heavenly as he thought,their taste should be beyond reasoning goodness, sweet
Just one bite later, the taste engaging in his old mouth has caused him to become numb, confused and with an irrigular heart rate, paralised.
Oh such an intent, to punish all those who dare to bring ruin to their glory by eating them, trying their taste with death ? Truly murderous.
Seeping through his body before slowly draining his poor life force, the fate of an unknowing man who had become the vessel of great unfolding fury of a flower which seemed to be so kind before hand.
A treasure is alike a flower, the gift of life resembling its beauty and hournour, growing proud until the sweet poison of death overtakes it
When I knew the meaning of eternity you were no longer there, Darling
~ Umi
Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 12:20 AM UTC
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
i was a light I couldn’t turn off.
a signal i wasn’t able to ease.
i was a gun devoid of silencer.
i was constant sound, ready to burst your ears.
i was a broken windup toy, a doll marching on, disconnected, loose arm,
hair reduced to a blackberry bush, a sequence of shadows. of shadows.
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 6:53 AM UTC
the summer disperses into
the asphalt
you disperse into my
conscience
& I cannot carry on
the sky was raw with
your pain
a pale blue and silent
agony
just before the dawn
the wind will shift in
your favor
& I'll waver in my
courage
to say you're wrong
the full moon seen in
the daylight
are all the words I ever
needed
to tell you of my song
May 4, 2012
May 4, 2012 at 1:19 AM UTC
Trained by a centaur the grandson of Zeus,
said to wield power in his colossal frame
1(lilium) an' a seven cowhides to shield
(The Bullwark of Thachaens.....or G(ee))
his on screen name,
Responsible for the deaths of (twenty-eight at Troy)
and so many unaccounted Trojan Lords....
Fights (to a draw) Hector as Homer cites
associated with death as his Lily attests
but eventually falls on (own) sword.
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 10:14 AM UTC
Open-mouthed kisses
may turn it up
They weren’t blisses
but rather, corrupt
I needed ending
And that’s what I got
You needed something
So to you, good luck.
Sep 5, 2020
Sep 5, 2020 at 11:56 PM UTC
What are these words?
What do they say?
Can they tell me if I'll make it through
Just one more day?
But what are all these words about?
They make me scream.
They make me shout.
Some say they're an outlet for the soul.
They're such meaningful words, they say.
But they're taking their toll.
Can you help me?
And then she came.
The world was new.
I thought she could help me,
And so did you.
The time was now.
The sky was blue.
But I really wasn't sure just what to do.
I hesitated.
I lost my mind.
I guess I let her slip away this time.
And now I know what those words were about.
Words all with hope.
Words with no doubt.
I guess they just weren't written for me.
That was very easy to see.
But today I heard a beautiful sound.
I guess I was proven wrong.
I felt as if my life turned around.
So I walked and walked.
Until I found a mirror.
And wondered what it was doing here.
Then I knew to turn around.
All I saw was a fiery den.
I realized it was all just a trick,
I had to start all over again.
I felt like a fool being toyed with from above.
But sometimes, I guess that's love.
Oct 7, 2011
Oct 7, 2011 at 11:55 PM UTC
She would walk
until she grew tired.
She became tired
because she walked.
She liked the walk:
it took her under trees,
by trees, through
the wood of trees.
A worn path. Worn
by constant walkers
from the asylum to
the seashore. A choice
between going back
to the asylum or drown.
Some chose the latter.
Lilium liked to walk to
the seashore, stood
looking at the waves,
and gulls then walked
back to the asylum.
Some preferred to drown.
That tall thin woman
drowned, the one who
muttered and muttered
about Jesus coming.
Her body was washed
ashore some days later
down the coast further.
Free at last. Some said.
The fat nurse said good
riddance. Said it. Lilium
said nothing. The fat nurse
walked the wooded walk
beside her. Talked of trees
and birds and birdsong.
Lilium would say nothing.
She preferred to think.
Her muddled thinking.
Thoughts tumbling over
and over. There was a thin
nurse. Lilium remembered
her well. Thin lipped, body
and arms. She too walked
along the quiet wooded walk.
Lilium had walked beside her.
Walked behind her. Slammed
with force a thick tree branch
against the nurse's thin skinned
head. The thin nurse was at
rest and free. She was dead.
Aug 12, 2016
Aug 12, 2016 at 2:55 PM UTC
You came from the sky and held out your hand.
You gave warmth to a frigid land.
When I took your hand, you took my soul.
When I held you, I felt no cold.
For the place in which the Angel passed was my spirit.
I fall into the depth of my mind and I hear it.
You gave me life, and took it with you when you flew away.
Into the sky where the Sun and Moon live, into the sky where I'll be someday.
Mi Ave Marie, mi Angela de Sangre.
Your Lilium echoes in my head, twisted with the hateful dread.
Blessed be the water, essential for the Martyr.
Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 3:09 PM UTC
My God
knows Love is all I seek-
Not a life of s*x, hedonism,
lust, gambling, and parties-
I do want kids,
to be a wife,
To give back in some way-
To be an aid in someone’s life
and live by what He says-
So what if I’m the wife of a woman?
If our kid’s DNA’s half ours?
I don’t think He discriminates-
Pursue what’s good;
That’s what He asks.
Sep 23, 2020
Sep 23, 2020 at 2:10 PM UTC
I know this love of mine will never die.
I know the light will shine, and I'll say goodbye.
Can you hear me, O Laurelia of the stars?
Are you afraid of me now, this man of Mars?
Can you feel it? Can you feel that I can see your soul?
Can you see me? Can you see that I grow old?
The note in my every song is carried into the wind.
The calling of the Lilium, mein vunderkind.
For all my promises, for all my talk, for all the times that I fought for you, for all the times that I told you that I loved you, for all the days I spent holding you, for every kiss, for every song we sang...
...I failed you, my love.
Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 12:02 AM UTC
In this wretched existence
Not a day has passed I don't dream of you
The gentle nature of unadulterated love
That defined our mutual existence.
These echoes reverberate so strongly
Throughout the day-to-day mundanities
I wonder if I unknowingly
Committed a séance.
I ache so much
For mere want of such a simple thing
As the beacon of light
That was your presence in my life.
lilium,
You were so beautiful
And I, so desperate to prove to you
That the heavens shined forth
And the Earth itself warmed
When you gazed upon me
With your smile.
Sep 30, 2021
Sep 30, 2021 at 6:33 PM UTC
For more than a year
we never met each other
and nothing turns out any
better;
it is just an illusion of time that makes us suffer.
while I am busy
stitching up the patches
you are distracted by the
marching orders.
as every single particles
seem to be the same
there is nothing for us to
blame
the lilium has died
disgusted at the idea of
having it sprinkled
all over your dress
and those kids were never
born
shamed at the thought
of me lifting them all over my
face.
I think we are just too shy
to admit that we are
desperate
desperate enough to cover
up the memories
to run away from all the
reality
and to realize
that nothing ever change
since that day.
Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 5:11 AM UTC