"noctem" poems
PER NOCTEM IN NIHILO VEHI
( TO VANISH BY NIGHT INTO NOTHING )
my death approached me
but: went on by without
recognising it was I...
i hid in the filthy alley
of a passing hour
Death now furiously searching for me
no...Here: here
no...There: there - either
this tiny piece of time
the once and once
only
but Mr. Death had missed the moment
had to return empty handed
I finding myself madly in love with
the next second. . .
****
Mr. Death elects to speak in Latin...thinks it gives him a certain je ne sais quoi...
It's always great to cheat Mr. Death and his henchman Mr. Heartattack. I swore to myself that I would love the next second with all my heart!
May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 2:52 PM UTC
There is a tendency among
those poets who may be very young
frequently to put in verse
those foreign phrases, or much worse
the now dead words of oh so ****** Latin
to boast of classrooms that they’ve sat in.
And just in case you’ve never heard ‘em,
Let’s reduce a few to ad absurdum.
It was amore a prima vista
until he left her for her younger sister
for, after all, who could resist her,
so moving on to secunda vista
he took that step and boldly kissed her,
behaviour that is hardly utopista.
The trouble with modus vivendi
is that it sometime rhymes with eye
but there are those who don’t agree
and think that it must rhyme with tea.
Who cares? It’s all the same to I.
Or should that be the same to me?
You may say it is not de rigueur
that I defend with so much vigour
what surely is no more than hubris
that I attribute to Confucius
for he surely ha detto tutto
albeit un po convoluto.
And everyone’s heard of carpe diem.
If not, then I have yet to see ‘em.
But I prefer to seize a waist
which may be thought somewhat unchaste
though far more likely to have shocked ‘em
would be to carpe in the noctem.
Perhaps you think it’s ipso facto
that I’m intolerant of lacto
unless it comes directly from the breast.
I think it’s better that the rest
of this is left to your own opinatus
for which I offer no blank cartus.
Then there’s the modus of my own vivendi
that I indulge in cacoethes scribendi
the itch to write for which I daily
scratch myself or play my ukulele
which is my form of modus operandi
before I pour myself a king-size brandy.
And thus we leave this boring dull citare,
by this time you have certainly grown quite weary
of any further venture into tedium
Or as ***** Harry might say, fac ut gaudeam
For after all a day senza sunlight
Might altrettante facilmente be night
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 6:15 PM UTC
Seize the night, better known as afterlife,
Leave the light of the days out of sight
And take sight of rays of the moonlight,
This is your new light and your renewed life.
I believe that upon your birth on earth,
It’s really your death,
And you won’t see rebirth,
Until the earth you’ve left.
So what does this mean, does life have no meaning?
No, just look at it as if we’re all just dreaming,
And we won’t wake up until we’re no longer breathing.
I guess this means life is really but a dream.
But can someone please tell me why,
We’re stripped from the heavens,
And sent here to die?
I believe some of God’s lessons,
Can only be learned through a mortal mind,
And most of life’s blessings
Are appreciated more when you’re inclined
To the belief that your days will end in time.
Day is the life we know,
Night is life to come.
In the day we’re supposed grow,
We see the night when we the growing’s done.
From whence the sun rose, is where the moon will glow,
The orbs of our lives, we should seize both.
Oct 3, 2010
Oct 3, 2010 at 1:29 PM UTC
Carpe diem,
seize the day,
the saying goes;
Don’t let it waste away.
The sun spreads life,
it gives its light,
lets it dance in day,
but not at night.
The day is warm,
energetic and bright;
people love the day,
but shun the night.
The night with its cool, gliding glory,
The night with its mysterious way.
The night holds just as much beauty,
but remains overshadowed by the day.
Embrace the dark,
acknowledge the night,
step away from comfort,
turn from the light.
Come out and face your fears,
see what lies in the inky black,
go out under the moonlit sky,
go so far you can’t come back.
Carpe noctem, I say.
Seize the night, not the day.
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 5:49 PM UTC
Carpe noctem.
Seize the night.
Make it your own.
Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 11:23 PM UTC
"Grieve while you can"
"Why."
Don't speak in silhouettes
"Why him and not me?"
Vermouth signature in september
"I don't understand what that means."
Moon asleep while on fire
"That still doesn't make any sense."
Sometimes the beautiful things don't have to
"And what beautiful thing did he do to you?"
Kissed the silver right out of me
"How..."
**a little like all at once
all over the world**
*"Tell me how I ****** up"*
"How could you?"
You mean how could my poetry
"How could you ******* hurt me this way?"
Art is a twisted, underestimated thing
"And love?"
Like a child's coin toss
"You can't compare love to that."
Love is a two faced child that feeds people to the war
"What war?"
Our own
"Dismantle me because you're chasing something you can't have"
"What's heads stand for?"
Carpe diem, Carpe noctem
"And tails?"
Soli deo gloria
"I'm so confused..."
And now you understand
"Understand what, your confusing definition of love?"
Felix culpa
Ask god how this could happen
"I watched you distance yourself from me."
Distance gives birth to gardens
"You've created a ******* forest at this point"
Housing the tree of knowledge
"What are you saying?"
Snake in god's flower crown
"..."
Sin of fruit and temptation
"So this is about Adam and Eve?"
Not quite
"Then what?"
Eden grew between us
"Hate him so it makes it easier"
"He'll be the one that defiles you."
The shattering of soft water
"But you are the moon."
Precisely
"Then who are you shattering?"
The snake
"What snake?"
I will not eat fruit that is ripe of jealousy
"I wanted you."
And I wanted more.
...
Mar 28, 2017
Mar 28, 2017 at 6:48 PM UTC
(Darlene)
Countless nights
I spent awake
Tossing and turning
But never could sleep
(Brandon nagley)
Countless hour's
Of depression's power
Silence is all
Though demon's mess with mine Slumber...
(Darlene)
I've layed here for minutes
Though it feels like hours
(Brandon nagley)
And the hours to mine brain
Wrap around me in deathly sleep showers.
(Darlene)
My eyes are dry........
(Brandon nagley)
And whilst these eyes art dried
I contemplate suicide
Take the ticket? To young to die?
Until now I'll try, pray to god for asleep
Yet these legs art sore, mine neck is creaked.
(Darlene)
I just want my blood to be leaked...........
(Brandon nagley)
I just want a freedom from me
A freedom for sleep
God doth thou heareth me, I'm tired
This bed is wired, the phones on fire.
Must I go on this hellish night routine????
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©duo with me and Darlene
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 2:59 PM UTC
gazing off heady rooftops
at pincushion skies,
buttoned with clouds,
and pierced by Gotham's spires
at the sAw-ToOtH horizon.
oh, on clearer nights,
you blazed through the city,
lighting the stars on fire,
and sowing wild oats
while the moon's gleam dizzied itself,
dancing circles in the beautiful
disarray of your golden curls.
with every bounding step
carpe-ing the whole of the diem,
only to oblige yourself
to the whim of the noctem.
you were my heroin(e).
oh, on warmer days,
you took in life at every breath,
then gave back to the world,
expiring something equally elemental-
"air well spent," i'd think,
neither matter nor soul
created or lost, rather,
each enriched by simply
having known the other.
Jan 9, 2013
Jan 9, 2013 at 6:57 AM UTC
Seize the night
-|-
The satisfaction of loneliness?
Like a mellow grey afternoon and knowing no one can take it away from you.
Let it draw all over the lining of your blood
The thing about solitude is that you see it’s beauty with time and it gets sweeter and sweeter.
And let me have a taste of that morning dove honey
It's only offered to those who die every second a little and the world ends every night for them.
*And that is why I have decided
to leave your house and home unhaunted*
**Yet the ghosts resound in your footsteps
you were rain with him but are a hurricane on your own**
*Broke the spell to find that
nothing changed in me*
-|-
Skaidrum
ARANDENOX
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 6:53 PM UTC
I wish I could write the songs I dream. I wish my carpe noctem sense of liberation woke up with me. I’d keep it on my finger and wear it as a ring. I would laugh when I looked at it because a ring that means everything is not what I am.
I am what means everything.
I wish our days were longer and the sunset lasted hours.
I wish the sunset lasted one second.
One second and only a handful of people are able to see it every night. And for that one second those few people would be completely and whole-ly of each other. And the dates we remember, the weddings and babies, the numbers on our gravestones, they’ll mean nothing because it is all about the times you saw the sun run away.
One Hundred year old men will count their times on one hand. The few children, the ones the universe cradles, they will think it more than to see the queen, to be kissed by a president. Those stories will be the ones we tell.
And if you’re lucky enough to see it with someone else- there is no point in staying together. Leave each other. Walk very far in different directions and don’t you ever look back. Do this because even with the oceans and masses and foggy memories between you- you are one. You live in each other’s wrists. You’re tangled in their veins and soon enough those ghastly bodies will tire, and you’ll be each other once more. You’ll braid together like tinsel and you’ll get your chance to chase the sun away, give your moment to someone else.
Oh, to be them, to be the rings on their fingers, to sit on their eyelashes and watch a sunset last for hours…
Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 10:48 PM UTC
CARPE DIEM!
Like a hockey team,
accomplishing the American dream.
CARPE COLLOQUIUM!
Like Napoleon,
giving a speech to defeat the Mongolian.
CARPE VINUM!
Like a forgotten man's byname,
stumbling aimlessly when it's always been within his brain.
CARPE NOCTEM!
Like a relentless cricket's chirp,
always ready to exhibit pounding energy without limit.
CARPE DIEM!
Seize the day, today,
for yesterday cannot be replayed.
Jul 27, 2017
Jul 27, 2017 at 2:03 PM UTC
On a pathway to self-destruction
I taught myself to live
To indulge in every moment
To laugh, to love, to give
And when the roads are weary
And death, he calls my name
I beg you for forgiveness
I beg you to forgive my sins
And all that glitters is not gold
I know this to be true
I though I was in love
But I was only fooled by you
But still I enter every moment
With ignorance and an open heart
I no longer wait for your call
Carpe momento
Carpe diem
Carpe noctem
Seize it all.
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 5:30 AM UTC
Buy me a bottle of whatever you're drinking
cause I'm trying to bury myself in the grave next to your hollow bones
Pace through the traffic back and forth
Maybe I'm blindfolded or just plain blind
Buy me another bottle of whatever you're drinking
cause I'm tired of pretending I'm at war when all I want is peace
I'm staring at the stars, I followed your eyes there
Now I find myself praying you might shift your gaze
Maybe glance at me when I'm not looking
I'll take another round of whatever you're drinking
cause I'm hoping your skeletons are as dark as they look
Lately it's been too bright to sleep
I can see carpe noctem etched in your fingertips
Like a print: your identity
I'll have another glass of whatever you're drinking
cause I can't think of another way to get close to you
For I'm already buried by your hollow bones
I'll take one last shot of whatever we've been drinking
cause it has to be better than drinking the same old **** alone
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 10:52 AM UTC
Have's verses the have not's.
Hickies on my bones
In a thousand candlelit rooms
Soda pop and snowglobes
I haven't had time to loose my mind
Fragmented glimpses of solar plexus'
Waning gibbous' in the spring
Held your bare soul
with my eyes closed
Catharsis at sundown
Sometimes I feel more alone
Your hanging words were carved in
stone in sleek shards of abalone
cold to wrap my ribs around
It's a cycle of regressing into the
future
The consciousness of lack
Relapsing memoirs
Secrets for the dreaded end to
receive silently
Watching flowers grow
Purity rings or pregnant at 16
A born romantic who lost their
virginity to the dashboard light
Sidewalk slants like tectonic
plates tripping into the night
Weary limbed and still wide eyed
City to city
Passing through the signs of roads
has left me feeling like a gypsy
Boxes of my favorite things I
loose a little more along every
place until I've lost everything
Receptive to the voices in the rain
singing solace to your pain
I wipe off of foggy mirrors in
hotel rooms
Sleeping on the floor
"Carpe noctem" and such said
slurs under a draped porch sitting
on the stairs
Black widow spider silk along
the wall's and
a thousand days faded to setting
suns
the starry rays all are gone
Asteroid belt in a handful
Like teeth, a smile that's
crooked and bent beneath
curled lips chapped and spent
filling the spaces between the
gaps.
Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 5:48 PM UTC
PER NOCTEM IN NIHILO VEHI
( TO VANISH BY NIGHT INTO NOTHING )
my death approached me
but: went on by without
recognising it was I...
i hid in the filthy alley
of a passing hour
Death now furiously searching for me
no...Here: here
no...There: there - either
this tiny piece of time
the once and once
only
but Mr. Death had missed the moment
had to return empty handed
I finding myself madly in love with
the next second. . .
May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 5:00 PM UTC
When I kissed her, for the very first time, I knew my destiny had changed. For I didn't know it at the time, but I would love those lips, like i love the every tingle in my body when i see her, the warm hugs when she grips me so tight, and the way he hair smells when she does...
It aches with every fiber in my body that she is gone.
May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 5:46 AM UTC
—-
*"oh zethus,
what have you broken wide open?"*
—
i.
teeth
meet neck;
slow drag of fire against
flesh- little hiccups of
death between lips:
"a martyr if i ever saw one."
ii.
dark is the color of his name;
filthy is his flame-
fingers curling in blonde hair
the pull, the release,
the war open's it's young mouth
and moans.
"succumb to this."
iii.
the dragon; [elder grey jewel]
perches on the windowsill
and bows before a queen;
but is a king in sheets and shadows-
little omen for you darling:
*"may death come as our healer,
not our prophet."*
iv.
the flowers felt rough
stealing from your mouth-
into mine.
-screams baptizing themselves in honey-
--names swimming in the old religion--
to dine upon such celestial
matters; would
"be my favorite way to bleed."
v.
civilizations
count their glories on your behalf;
as the love you make to me
encourages chaos from it's cradle-
"silver crescent mother;
grey flame father;"
but what a terrible way to live my dear:
*"always at odds with
the sun."*
—end scene: carpe noctem.—
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 11:31 AM UTC