"sumus" poems
Toking on a cloud with ******* Jesus and his family
Lame folks ask me how,
its cause I ******* smoke
religiously
No God I smoke religious tree,
I get ****** in the name of heresy
You angry penguin ****** preach acceptance
So praise the Lord and ******* shame on me
My guise is Satan *****
and my swag is undisguisible
heartless and no conscience,
sicksicksix most recognizable
-that statement may surprise a little but since we all surmise a little
Why deny me as the devil when
When I clearly play a golden fiddle. . .
From Hell I made a deal
and there is no repeal
nothing you see is real,
I will invade and pervade your mind
So wait in anticipation,
life's a figment of your own imagination
I'll watch you dissipate into oblivion
Pound for pound,
I'm a cenobite at heart,
I just haven't a heart to be found
It's not hard for me
its profound,
the sound of suffering
your soul is ours now
and I will tear it apart
Here's a toast to our orchestral
Symphony of the flesh
My swag's so ******* flawless
100 carrot diamonds,
******* love me cause I'm gorgeous
can't stag no more, fat stacks galore
embrace the force it opens doors
Is there a source, but of course -
it just lies dormant/
What's a ***** to a floor except a doormat
And you know that I'm no diplomat
It's just a fact I ******* hate those stinky ratchets
And I sharply lack tact
tell that ***** her ***** smells like Magikarp
Body language, that of Snorlax
someone once asked
why don't have an open mind
brains would spill out
if my ******* snapback
weren't so tight
Its the season to seize C's
and hallucinations be dazzlin em
don't believe your eyes son,
its only a phantasm but
Words are like playdough,
fun to play with not to eat
So clap your ******* trap and get lost to the beat
I can't be defeat
So suckle my teet
My verses are perverse
I'm high as **** words: failing
Get low
ill as **** so ******* sick,
blowed half past belligerent,
tweaking off my nasal drips,
There's serenity in debauchery -
***** I ******* bask in it
have a taste
basketcase,
I drink red bull it gives me ******* wings
"Memento quod sumus lascivio venatus"
Remember that you are playing the Game
Nov 29, 2013
Nov 29, 2013 at 9:00 PM UTC
They wanted a curriculum vitae
In absentia
I decided to ad lib
Ad nauseum
Ipso facto, lie and deceive
Exaggerate, mislead et cetera
Hardly a bona fide
Modus operandi
They caught me in flagrante delicto
Requiescat in pace, (RIP) my chances
Now I'm persona non grata
Mea culpa
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 9:45 AM UTC
From distant space in between
spaces,
we watch plotting out the course.
The Human Race blind to its fate,
asleep controlled beyond the stars.
Through eons old and light years cold,
we came with sinister intent.
We've guided history for centuries
toward the doom of men.
We watch from the quiet spaces between
where no mere mortal has ever gone.
We watch as we always have; still unseen
and we've been here all along.
We watch for a moment soon to come. They
have no clue as they drift through their days.
The Moon is full, the stars are right. We rise
from the places where
we watch...
In darkened cellars of old
buildings
and in remote mountain woods
exist faint traces of our race;
fragments of knowledge no one should
pursue at all. When darkness falls,
some half-remember our dark names.
Cover of night hides ancient rites.
Our moment's drawing near again.
Our names leak from whisp'ring lips all quiv'ring
spoken low beneath audible tones.
Foul symbols in air shaking hands tracing,
memorized from profane tomes.
We wait as the ritual's unfolding
poised to take our rightful place on top.
The stars are right, the chanting's high. We rise
from the places where
we watch...
World turns through the ages and
we watch.
Ancient ones, our time is nigh.
We watch.
Don't resist. We're coming through.
WE WATCH.
Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 11:39 AM UTC
With what I've gone through?
On the other end of the stick,
It's a sick kind of feeling:
Once, I knew you.
Hollow words echo, speaking
Of what was then. And now I
Ask when? This love that
Rests, and has not died.
When do hearts mend?
How long before love grows strong again?
What will it take, will you ever understand?
Sumus qui sumus
Ego sum qui sum
Aug 23, 2023
Aug 23, 2023 at 5:49 PM UTC
We were scattered across the globe like ashes.
Every muscle, every joint, every bone and vessel dissolved into a heap of powder small enough to hold in your palm
And we threw ourselves to the wind to be blown all over the world
Eventually, we will grow old together deep down in the soil and in between layers of sand and rock. Our fingers will turn into root and once again intertwine.
But for now we are particles of the earth, lost to each other and ourselves
Ashes.
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 11:11 PM UTC
Nos autem non in vacuum cucurri caeca.
Perdidit in tenebris sumus.
Ex visus, ex animo.
Nos iam esset desperato.
Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 12:12 PM UTC
Beyond is a bleak, grey skyline
I barely recognize my vignette
Yet here I am, walking that thin white line
As if I had not met him yet
I barely recognize my vignette
Black swans move like serpentines
As if I had not met him yet
Slow, calculated, but ready to strike at cloud nine
Black swans move like serpentine
He still whispers in my ear, I just cannot forget
Slow, calculated, but ready to strike me at cloud nine
“Pulvis et umbra sumus,” was his epithet
He still whispers in my ear, I just cannot forget
Their banshee bugle wails overcome; I am confined
“Pulvis et umbra sumus,” was his epithet
Like smashed cherries, their eyes were as ****** as port wine
Their banshee bugle wails overcome; I am confined
He wanted to mold to be a useful asset
Like smashed cherries, their eyes were as ****** as port wine
I gladly follow those threats
He wanted to mold me to be a useful asset
What called them on was my mental upset
I gladly follow those threats
There is nothing to regret
What called them on was my mental upset
It is foolish to once think I could outshine
There is nothing to regret
All I have ahead is a relentless battle line
It is foolish to once think I could outshine
I am merely a pathetic statuette
All I have ahead is a relentless battle line
Soon they all will forget
I am merely a pathetic statuette
Onyx swans call me to the brackish streamline
Soon they all will forget
It is there I snipped that innocent white line
Onyx swans call me to the brackish streamline
He influences my mindset
It is there I snipped that innocent white line
Time becomes frigid as I sink into that brine outlet
He influences my mindset
My body is limp in the alkaline
Time becomes frigid as I sink into that brine outlet
It is there I found no lifeline
My body is limp in the alkaline
The onyx swans fly in a v-line sextet
It is there I found no lifeline
He brought me to the finish with no reset
Beyond was a bleak, grey skyline
Yet there I was, walking that thin white line.
Sep 10, 2020
Sep 10, 2020 at 11:06 PM UTC
Why talk
When they don't listen?
Why be
When you don't feel?
Why yield
Unto submission?
Why earn
When you can steal?
Why fight
Against the darkness?
Why love
When love will die?
The past is dust and vanity.
The future is a lie.
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 4:20 PM UTC
If only they asked us who we were
Instead of what we hoped to be
Perhaps the tides of life would stir
And drown the myth of destiny
We walked where others led
Convinced the end was worth the pain
But found the paths we hoped to tread
Were mirrored trails that looped in vain
Who we are was never asked
And who we are, we'll never know
A shadow cast, a question masked
By what they'd hope we'd choose to show
Who decides what form we take?
What mold could hold the restless mind?
The world, it seems, must bend or break
Yet asks the broken to be kind
On we marched, a scripted role
Each line rehearsed, each step aligned
But with every act, we dug a hole
And buried parts we'll never find
Deep beneath the guise
When all ambition fades away
We'll find no answers, just the lies
We told ourselves a long the way
The void, at last, will fill the space
Where questions hung and answers fled
It cares not of our time, or our place
It gazes back and calls us dead
So in the end, when the silence grows
And all masks are cast away
The self we left unloved, will show
And greet us as if we never strayed
Nov 27, 2024
Nov 27, 2024 at 10:55 AM 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
Sine Deo nihil sumus,
the bell tolled
for the office of Lauds
it echoed the cloisters,
rain dampened the garth
and lower wall,
I stood and smelt the rain
as it fell the freshness,
slipper my behind in our foreplay
games she said so I did,
incense from yesterday's Mass
still lingered as we entered church,
difficile per pregare,
fingers finding the stoup's water
and crossing from shoulder to shoulder,
this Sacrament really contains You
O my God You whom the Angels
adore in whose presence the Spirits
and mighty Powers tremble
Angela of Foligno said,
I watched the old monk
fumble with turning pages
of his battered breviary,
Gareth smoothed out the page
with his pinkie hand and focused
his eyes on words there,
I loved her red rose
and lipped it's damp,
I believe that You O Jesus
are in the most holy Sacrament
Francis said,
my stomach hungered and rumbled
as I chanted low,
prière intérieure is hardest
the French monk said,
Hugh pointed the lines in the book
that I may see or know
if got lost and saw his chewed
nail along the page,
without God we are nothing
Dom Joseph said,
the cloister clock chimed
a quarter God's voice calling,
morning light peeped
through high windows
outside the world went on
inside we prayed,
I kissed each buttock in turn
and she smiled,
buscar a Dios Dom Francis said
and I tried to seek,
as nothing I am nothing
but with God all things are
Dom Peter said,
the chanting ceased
a bell rang and we left hungered
for food and drink,
rain still dampened
the wall and grass,
the church tower like
a minaret pointing skyward,
I entered the refectory
for black coffee and silence and bread,
she lay there naked
inside my head.
Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 2:48 AM UTC
the music moves across the cold grey sea
through empty space and then the warm applause
erupts into my heart the proper cause
is truth and order in all that we see
set out before us the true honest plea
of decent life that grows without a pause
through urgent summer with its verdant laws
written in thunder music sets us free
now let our eyes not focus on the cloud
but seek the sunlight and the surging tide
never complain that enemies are proud
nor that there are key matters to decide
for now's the moment to use your own voice
unleash your proper laughter and rejoice
Jul 16, 2011
Jul 16, 2011 at 7:12 AM UTC
When you close your eyes, restless dreamer,
what do you see?
A dusty blossom, a crown of feathers, claws reaching?
Do you hear music? Whispers? Darkness?
Pulvis et umbra sumus, my dear.
We are ravens in flight, the arrow chasing our wings,
reaching towards slumber.
We sleep, but do not rest.
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 8:24 AM UTC
The things we do
that we can’t do
in public
excites me.
Kiss
Hold hands
Embrace -
I thought
our consciousness
was supposed
to tell us
we are alive,
we are human.
But why does
it stops us
from doing things
others can?
We are different;
In public,
we are private
In private
we are public.
Who’s to blame?-
Never mind.
I love you,
And that’s all that matters.
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 6:45 AM UTC
When we are within the tavern,
we care not for earthly matters,
there, brows soaked in sweat,
we find ourselves among the gamblers.
What happens in the tavern,
where money is host,
you may well question,
and hear what I say.
Some gamble, some drink,
some behave without discretion.
But of the gamblers,
some are stripped bare,
some win clothing,
others dressed in ragged sacks.
Here, no one fears death,
instead they're throwing dice for Bacchus.
First comes the payment for the wine,
Then the drunkards drink in line:
They drink once for those in prison,
thrice for those a-living,
four times for all Christendom,
five for the faithful departed,
six for the sisters of loose virtue,
seven for the soldiers of the forest,
eight times for brothers in error,
nine times for the scattered monks,
ten times for the sailors,
eleven for the argumenting,
twelve times for those repenting,
thirteen times for those advent'ring.
For pope and king alike,
all drink without restraint.
Drinks the mistress, drinks the master,
drinks the soldier, and the pastor,
drinks the servant with the maid,
drinks the merchant for his trade,
drinks the black man, drinks the white man,
drink the wrong man and the right man,
drinks the settler, drinks the wanderer,
drink the fool, and the scholar,
Drink the poor, and the sick,
drink the slow one, and the quick,
drinks the stranger, drinks the exile,
drink the Jew and the Gentile,
drinks the boy, drinks the elder,
drink the brother and the sister,
father, mother, wife and husband,
by the hundred, by the thousand.
Six hundred coins have no duration,
when no one drinks in moderation,
although they drink with jubilation,
we receive vituperation,
And so we are in destitution.
Curse all those who slander us,
and may their names not be written the book of the just.
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 12:29 PM UTC
my old Latin grammar reads:
esse (vb. irreg.) - to be
present active
sum
es
est
sumus
estis
sunt
no expectations, no justification, no requirements
Mar 30, 2019
Mar 30, 2019 at 4:31 PM UTC