"lumine" poems
ponces! nancies! veritable egrets of men!
people pleasing anti-charismatic animals
philistines, every one of them,
everyone else
a curse upon their forebears and a curse upon their goings-on
terrible business, that
the world should be filled with boundary pushing eccentrics, that is progress!
a plague upon normalcy, a plague upon stagnancy
uninteresting, dying off, done
ugh!
greatness can not be expected of all but at least an attempt should be made
how else will we overcome, will we build our utopia?
what use is MY struggle when others are defeated in making a move past the remote
television is for swine
rots your brain and morals
I've swell morals, just look at them
my morals reach to the moon
my morals are so swell I should run the country
my morals aren't two millenia old scriptures written by the seers of goat-tenders
my morals are modern, they are sleek and well dictated, they represent the future
my morals defy the past, my morals create new paradigms
why, you could say my morals defy all of traditionalism
and a curse upon tradition!
who ever learned from the past
history is rife with naught but sufferance
forwards is the only direction
forwards is revealed only to me
my ideals aglow with the lumine of the future
they are entrenched in idealism
me and mine, we are ideal
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 1:30 AM UTC
mystical conversation
intrusion on the convenant
between believer and air
impregnated by unwavering faith
o nata lux de lumine
a pattern that commands
with no physical body
but that of notes
fed by black blood
o nata lux de lumine
in exultation revered
in sacrosanct fear
assured, drawing near
eternally trapped in song
this light born of light
Dec 3, 2010
Dec 3, 2010 at 4:32 PM UTC
Tilted on this harmonic spindle
Gazing up through a cellar window
God and song, money for rockstar car pinto
Sick kind of hint though
Glimmer shrieking bravados
Do tell more oh Ye heavenly staccato
Brovo, to tenor gasing hopes old motto
Promise always soprano in tomorrow
Lack lumine mustered frustration
Baritone mute sung upon this;
Digital paper, fishing for vapor
Continue ones lust, this to trust, and a must.
Apr 29, 2013
Apr 29, 2013 at 6:13 PM UTC
I am falling
Carded wool and eiderdown
Muted hues in the resonant ghost of you
My words drift
Shadow soft before the deluge
Of an angry sky
I pray for rain
Even though I cower under cover of your grace
Myriad tears from heaven broken
Etch the epitaph and rune stones
Twist the light to brazen
Blanched in acid
Your brilliance blinds me
Sunlight spilled on fallow ground
I am soaked to the marrow
Weathered and weary
An the abyss whispers ever closer
Embrace the profane till the flesh burns ashen
*Nati sumus solus et nos solus perire
Deo autem non est sine interiori lumine
You follow me sombrous through the maelstrom
Trade my hueless soul
For the ecstasy of light
**In raptu lumine vestit me
*we are born alone and we die alone
Without God there is no internal light
**Clothe me in the ecstasy of light
TL Boehm
11/13/2012
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 6:30 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
...Brightly broken...
lumine-go round,
~Always~
wound one
wend away...
the
Spotlit Circle.
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 11:45 PM UTC
Having to sustain,
my breathing, a hellish landscape,
where all of them dwell
no further than surfaces...
Industry, enterprises,
companies, businesses,
what a diplomatic way
to keep us slave...
Everybody notices,
Nobody cares,
as long as their dishes are full,
of the polymers they emulate food with...
Wealth and democracy are a placebo,
I'm fed up with it, not taking it anymore,
never took it again, from a while now...
My hopes lie far away,
where none of them can notice,
that I'm higher on thoughts,
higher than them, no envy anymore.
do you think you are free?
dis-attach, learn to fight and go away,
where no man can find you...
Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 9:40 AM 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