"lumen" poems
You smile black-eyed as
the city belches blue neon
through its steel-glass canyons;
a cobalt factory of lumen, pulsing
through dendritic labyrinths
of sapphired circuitry.
Diodes of cerulean fire,
spreading with virulent sophistry
amid the glittering obsidian dark,
like pale horses of light that
leap from pane to inky pane,
like a Pentium’s ******
God’s own seething fireworks
watched in reverse
as they float in through my car window,
strobing blue against your freshly
washed hair.
Jul 13, 2012
Jul 13, 2012 at 8:51 AM UTC
The Sun flames a lumen just below
Horizons breath,
Flinging the air at its
Frosty breaths
The need to cry
In dew drops on a cradled nature,
The light is the end of me,
I become cemented,
Enable the chorus to sing
Forbidden in the words
Never sung,
A boy hungry smiling
At at the epitome,
I feel pathetic waves crashing
On sullen rocks,
Pity me not, I i already cried for
Myself,
The hands do not reach out to me,
I cast no shadow,
Approach me ,guarded,
I dont know who you will meet
When we do.
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 11:48 PM UTC
On wet sand
my own hand lethargically drags index nail into unplanned pierced hearts
The deep blue babble froths
disparaging echoes spume in unison
moon lumen
proffers effulgent glints of my own frame
Imprecise recollections
Intone lackadaisical exhalations
Plunging my fist into the dune
I seek shells to listen to mottled heart
None found
I drop my curls onto the punctured heart
Listening to the ocean’s instead
Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 8:49 PM UTC
Thanks to that velveteen tone he
saves for me
And his turpentine diction,
The cliches that made my eyes roll
Now make my heart rush
Nonetheless, my thoughts riot as follows...
(When urged to call him something cheery
something no smile can wane at
like that fleck of gold in his left iris)
Well, "sunshine" should suffice
And Latin for that equals
"Apricitas"
Which phoneticized equals
"Opry cheetahs"
So the obvious endearment here is
Opry
(When urged to call him something pure
perhaps upon watching him blink
or blush
or blow
cigarette ringlets away from babies)
"Snowflake"?
No, that's a slang for ***** these days
So, "raindrop"
Yes
If Latin is dead,
It sure knows how to haunt me
"Gutta imbrium"
Ember
My little ember
The only glow in all this charcoal
(When urged to call him something pretty
when he's brushing his hair
or allowing me to arrange red clovers
in his sideburns)
Hm, let's testdrive "moonlight"
Let's shift into Latin, "luna lumen"
Thus the nickname I bite back is
Lulu
/Lulu/
While I hear darlings and dearies
on the daily
Why must I fail to mirror him?
(When urged to call him something sweet
like the butterscotch kisses he whispers
into my knuckles)
Like a honeycomb
Or as Ceasar would say, "cera mel"
Close enough?
Caramel?
Carousel?
Dizzy, then
We spin
In silence
(When urged to call him something cute
with his cap on sideways
and his head in my lap
and the world at my heels)
Kitten
Catalus
Catapult
Half of that backwards might as well be
Tulip
Two lips
Two tongues
Too much, yet never enough of his
Smoke bomb pomegranate mouth
For heaven's sake, see?
That's why I kiss instead of speak
Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 9:08 PM UTC
Alveolate webbed iron cache
Contouring inset chromatic fused sand panes
Luminous descants evade entombed air and grit
Perhaps before the air was arrogated into silicated chassis
It circumnavigated the alveolate resonant lattice chamber of its creator
Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 9:05 PM UTC
Tomorrow is a new day unwritten
The next page of my own book of life
As I hold up my ink pen, you meet me there?
At the midpoint betwixt lumen days and umbra nights
As the world is itself, made of evenfall rides into
the veil of grey. Let the songs sing high,
and sorrow sing low but be so sweet
that I'll feel you in my soul
I await you on the bridge,
Kissing-sweet so come
and meet me there
Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 2:38 AM UTC
an inchworm, up-ing and down-ing its way through my
intestines is not bright
green as it traverses the dark gloomy
lumen of my
insides.
darkness requires complete
darkness, no color, just
darkness, but at least it is
warm.
i do not know if the inchworm can
see but i hope it can feel
comfort in the
dark.
dear inchworm, i wish you
good fortune on your travels as you
measure my insides with
tenacious tickling loops.
Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 2:26 PM UTC
We ended up beside one another in line,
myself,
&& the sweetheart with the dream eyes.
The girl whose gaze reached,
where dreams dwell.
From one heart-string to another,
whose heart beat lightly,
the pulse of my own,
mirrored by a distant light,
reflecting in our languished eyes.
Alive.
Our intimate, imitant crystal gaze,
resounded all of the opulences.
Golden light pouring through pristine pools,
Pure laughter && aqueous, bubbling love.
A single dream,
just one lumen,
fixed about a sole stroke of mortal contour--
A love.
Tracing delicate differences,
illuminating a limitless furrow.
"So where are ya from?"
not her name,
nor her time.
Her answer:
the tears streaming down my face.
"From where the animals run the furthest."
my heart stumbled outwards,
my hand, apprehensive,
yet absolute,
reached her right,
Lovingly,
inclusively,
she then grasped it,
with both her heart-strings.
"Tell them on your way back,"
Smiling,
knowing deep within her contention,
"I can't live without it."
Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 2:31 PM UTC
And the silence
of the abbey church
overwhelmed me
and that solitary monk
sitting in the choir stalls
alone in semi-dark praying,
Dei silentium coram Deo,
that time in the latrines
in the abbey
late evening
looking out a window
towards the harbour
with lights of ships
and houses and cafes
and me there solitary
looking homewards,
luminaria in mundo,
and Hugh talking about
someone walking past
his door noisily
in morning time
thinking it me
but I went
another way
and told him,
nella preghiera
tocchiamo Dio
the Italian monk
said to me
as we stood
in the cloister
before Vespers,
Dom Leo by the bell ropes
in the cloister
outside the refectory
saying farewell
then off to Rome
and shook hands,
and that French monk said
jamais perdu dans
l'amour de Dieu
and he was tall
and seemed in another world,
I felt the rough brickwork
as I walked past
the statue of the Madonna
my fingers sensed it
at the tips,
she had undressed
and said have me
before my husband comes
so I did,
możesz mieć mnie tutaj
that Polish girl said
*** she meant
but it was an old guy's
bedroom so I declined,
be ready to do battle
under the biddings
of holy obedience
Benedict said
(the saint),
a philosopher
who takes no part
in discussions
is like a boxer
who never goes
into the ring
said Gareth
quoting Wittgenstein,
in silentio et lumen
Dom Joe(dear Bunny) said
God is found
and we walked down
the path from
the shore to the cloister
beneath trees
and that silent
from the shore breeze.
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 1:53 AM UTC
As I reach the last stair,
I discover a high rise shrine
When I stare at the peak,
I'm close to fall on my head
It has a large baroque door,
Not closed, so I enter
I leave all the maps outside
I'm full of spice and zeal
I see an elevator facing me,
push the illuminated buttons,
envelope myself in the dove,
and it takes me as a letter
Into the highest floor, I fly
When I land on the terrace,
the man made-day falls asleep,
and the night sky erupts
I find an abandoned telescope,
remove the dust mask,
put my brown seeing aerola
around the soft eyepiece
The silver optical tube
absorbs my golden vision,
takes it on a celestial mission
Delving into the cosmos in chroma
I see a lumen hanging
like a washing line
between two galaxies
An odyssey to discover my heirloom
Now I'm a brainbox,
I surrender myself to
this luminous flux
It looks like a feeder of earth
Everything turns anaerobic,
when Angeline and her siblings
begin to play trumpets along
A hymn for the Oxygen Crisis
I put all the aerobics in vitro,
in order to live in vivo
I'm in the S shaped column,
the centromere of the soma
In a blink of an eye,
an asteroid hits my lighthouse
My kernel explodes
I'm trapped in a series of epochs
My nom de guerre is Helios
The sun calls me Apollo
Driving a chariot of joy
with two racing horses
Until meiosis begins
A king is announced
when a stallion dies
Nucleus or karyon
And I drop back as an ****
Embryo into an egg
thrown in a steam
From Eve to a man sunk in debt
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 8:08 PM UTC
Where has your warmth gone?
It has been replaced by icy cold shivers.
When did your light turned out?
Pitch black darkness rules around.
When do you intend to return?
Everyone's looking for you.
Care to disintegrate the clouds?
I'm looking forward to see your beauty again.
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 8:59 PM UTC
It sings me to sleep
I let it take me every time
On the crest of a wave
It lulls me into loving bliss
She is my savior
I cling heavily to her voice
That moves through me and rocks me to my core
Please I plea on my knees
Take away this pain and make me clean
And she does
Just like she has
And she always will
I stumble in
Throw myself on the bed
And let my head sink into the pillow
She takes me away
To a place that’s green
Where I’m wearing white
And I can feel without hating
Run without falling
The moon sends light through my window
As she wraps herself around my
Tired, worn body
She presses me to her breast and I am whole
And I am safe
She is mine and I am forever hers
Lumen de lumine
Take me as I am and carry me to the light
Jan 4, 2012
Jan 4, 2012 at 9:06 PM UTC
You told me stories
But never lies
You painted the tapestry
Of my mind
Rocking me to sleep in sunshine
Waking me up to see the moon bright
Look my love, look at it
Its a beaming lumen
Just like you
I smiled ever so lovely
Trying to match your face with mine
Hold me in your arms again
Like the paint that clings to art
Don't let me go
Please, dont let go
You changed my world
With your colors
Now I see what it all means
Sep 27, 2025
Sep 27, 2025 at 12:03 PM UTC
(Legs and legs and legs)
I carry my thighs like I am the capital city of the family
Once in a while I stumble, I can't break just so no one collapses
(Legs and legs and legs)
I wear my knees like I've never prayed before
Awkward yet soft, I stand in an athlete's manner
(Legs and legs and legs)
Calves cold as marble pillars, my body is a church
Sinners climbing my legs, I guide them into the light
(Legs and legs and legs)
Just which feet was I given?
Just which door did I open?
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 1:42 PM UTC
I went on a journey six star systems deep
and wound up in some twilight world without any sleep
just child like wonder, my third eye scanned the night
while ever present lumen shifted in my sight
my mind out on the ocean and body on the shore
I rearranged the constellations just like they were before
aware of all these changes I brought within reach
my pocket full of serenity tranquility and inner peace
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 12:22 PM UTC
Deus accepto fert lumine,
the room was warm
I stood by a radiator
reading a book
by Abbot Marion hard covered,
from the window I saw
the French monk walk
a slow pace through the cloisters,
when one loves
one does not calculate
Therese said,
the book smelt of dampness
aged and as I turned the pages
my fingers sensed it,
touch me here she said
you can bring me to joy,
the bell from the cloister
by the refectory door tolled
Hugh held the rope dull looking,
Deus est lumen nostrum,
sunlight brightened the staircase
as I descended
to go to work in the church
polish stalls,
we are twice armed
if we fight with faith
Gareth said quoting Plato
as we walked to the refectory
after the office of Sext,
George looked cold
in the choir stall
he rubbed his hands
the smell of polish
met the incense from mass,
my husband is away for the day
she said come make me,
the tall church tower
orange ****** even in sunlight,
molehills in the monk's cemetery
Dom Frederick said I saw you
clear them with concern,
wind in the trees around me
voices of the dead maybe I thought,
seuls les moines sont ensemble
the French monk said
yet together he added
in English eyeing me,
let us go now Hugh said
supper is about to be served
and I went my stomach
calling within me,
I kissed each part of her
as a wind blessing,
God brings us light
brings us out of night.
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 8:40 AM UTC
vibrancy emits amongst the echoes of the night
as slumber casts itself on most these hours, absent light
while some lack productivity, with efforts turned to ruin
my product of activities proves grand by starry lumen
ideas are born, regrets are mourned, and midnight snacks consumed
to moonlit ante meridiem: my fondness, ever true.
Oct 11, 2019
Oct 11, 2019 at 4:20 PM UTC
As my adrenaline skyrockets,
My palms sweat profusely.
Telepathic audio clips play,
While I sift through personalities
to find what suits me.
They say that there're
plenty to of fish in the sea,
So I avoid the bottom feeders.
Yet I'm an angler,
about as ugly as can be.
Though all fish wander,
Some swim too deep.
I managed to scrape some of
The common sheep.
Slyly swimming swiftly Sleek,
By producing a lumen ornament;
I hypnotize the weak.
Awestricken by the allure
I use the light as a shield.
Yet cloaked in darkness,
Oh what such
a deadly weapon I yield;
These are Examples of actions,
Executed for meals.
Like the ornament's prance,
Or death's Dance.
Incomes a new victim,
If I wanna slay this hunger here's my chance.
Have you ever heard the saying don't step into light?
Swim too far,
And you'll see these teeth tonight.
Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 8:25 AM UTC
Light in Latin is lumen--
It has many meanings,
the word, the idea.
Something or someone bright,
that brings clarity, clearness,
understanding.
Is it possible for people
to be lumen,
for others? I say yes.
Yes, because
my magistra taught
me that, through enthusiasm
and a language others thought to be dead.
Apr 21, 2019
Apr 21, 2019 at 1:58 PM UTC