"tenebris" poems
Wintertime nighs;
But my bereavement-pain
It cannot bring again:
Twice no one dies.
Flower-petals flee;
But since it once hath been,
No more that severing scene
Can harrow me.
Birds faint in dread:
I shall not lose old strength
In the lone frost’s black length:
Strength long since fled!
Leaves freeze to dun;
But friends cannot turn cold
This season as of old
For him with none.
Tempests may scath;
But love cannot make smart
Again this year his heart
Who no heart hath.
Black is night’s cope;
But death will not appal
One, who past doubtings all,
Waits in unhope.
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Come down, O Christ, and help me! reach Thy hand,
For I am drowning in a stormier sea
Than Simon on Thy lake of Galilee:
The wine of life is spilt upon the sand,
My heart is as some famine-murdered land
Whence all good things have perished utterly,
And well I know my soul in Hell must lie
If I this night before God’s throne should stand.
‘He sleeps perchance, or rideth to the chase,
Like Baal, when his prophets howled that name
From morn to noon on Carmel’s smitten height.’
Nay, peace, I shall behold, before the night,
The feet of brass, the robe more white than flame,
The wounded hands, the weary human face.
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I empty my mind in you
I whisper my sorrow in your ear,
make you think it's poetry
Written words in pain yet plain
You would like to know but no
In protest with truth you are
You accept lies from others,
put them in your gigantic mason jar
I can't condone myself
for the things I said
But emotions don't hang well with me
Yet you still want more of my sensuality
Lusting without trust
No feelings here that are similar to love
But still, you stay and worship me at night
You want to get inside my head
I don't like that idea let's just go to bed
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 5:20 AM UTC
Shall I make my grand return?
Or are you still cautious,
Wary of spectacular entry,
Garnished grandeur,
Needless in all its brilliance?
I feel a presence,
It's hunting, seeking.
It has found you,
And I shall remove it from existence
Eliminate with loyalty,
With heart, with unseen protection...
Ah, loyalty.
A word I do so enjoy, one that I honour
Eripere de tenebris, maneant in tenebras.
My new motto
Sep 7, 2016
Sep 7, 2016 at 5:40 AM UTC
In this world, you live asleep like the dead
Distorted dreams through a prism unclean
The colors your see are not what they seem
How can you see with your eyes wide shut?
Kiss the demons at their feet
Praise them for their artful lies
Let them lull you back to sleep
Singing sweet dark lullabies
In mundo vivunt, somno velut mortui
A deformato per somnium inmundum carcer
See your colores non sunt quod videntur
Quomodo clausis oculis vestris wide?
Osculamini pedes eorum daemonum
Laus eorum est artificiosa
Ipsi vos ad somnum otium
Cantus dulcis tenebris lullabies
--Christian J. Clark
Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 10:11 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
Look at what I have become,
A lethargic creature deprived of all dreams.
Crawling on the rough seas of concrete,
blistered, and wounded, and full of such raw depression.
Prowling through the fog,
in obscure alleys, colder than the tainted windows of my soul.
In the night when the moon stalks me,
in the night when tears flow heavier than the weight on my shoulders.
I have become invisible and dormant,
creating tornadoes filled with the dandelions that carry all my wishes,
left only with the wise trees to talk to,
and I hear nothing but whispers of the leaves in their indifferent responses.
Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 9:27 AM UTC
I never feared death
I welcomed her with open arms
To take my last breath
Thrown into the ways of harm
And death was my console
Slowly sinking into the abyss
An invitation to my soul
The life I lived remiss
Jul 16, 2021
Jul 16, 2021 at 8:16 PM UTC
God is Deaf or Dead?
in the eternal Dark
Scream louder might hear your
pointless, Endless Bark
Where there is Flesh
there will be flies
i hope none of ya ever die
i hope none of ya ever die
i hope none of ya ever die
i hope none of ya ever die
i hope none of ya ever die
i hope none of ya ever die
i hope none of ya ever die
i hope none of ya ever die
i hope none of ya ever die
i hope none of ya ever die
i hope none of ya ever die
i hope none of ya ever die
Oct 13, 2021
Oct 13, 2021 at 6:44 PM UTC
I'm sorry.
By nature my writings are cruel.
They speak of angry things,
Abused animals and beaten children.
Brother killing brother,
Families splintered.
I can try to soften them,
But the euphemisms only last so long.
Metaphors sharpen themselves,
Turning into barbed hooks.
The truth is that's all I've ever known.
War, death and heartbreak.
There's a reason I'm more comfortable
In a shadowy corner with a knife,
Than I am on a sunlit street holding hands with the girl I love.
It's because she's not there anymore.
She always leaves,
And my knife hasn't ever left me.
It's dependable,
And always sharp.
A man's knives should always be sharp.
Hie par in tenebris est et in tenebris caput meum
Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 12:36 AM UTC
i have drank the milk of the ocean
i inhaled it’s briny breath
i have sunk below the surface
i wandered through its depths
swept away by the undertow
to live amongst the deep
pulled to bioluminescence
where the weird will always creep
i know now the treasures untold
i know its deep dark secrets
for i keep my own away from light
as i live down deep beneath it
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 12:36 AM UTC
From the beginning, I have known,
That the state of happiness, is a lie.
For if happiness was real, and I could have it,
there would be no tears in my face, no tears in the sky.
With the tear atop my iris,
and my vision of the world, it cruelly shrouds,
All I can feel is the suicidal morning rain.
Flowers in my garden, drowning in tears from the clouds.
My heart is deeply wounded,
like wounded was the heart of Poe.
O, his pain, always bleeding on his words,
O, his pain, I thought I'd never know.
Return to my arms, my love, my dear,
with my broken heart, this is all I implore.
Or the fields, I shall ask, if my misery will ever end,
Quoth the raven, 'Nevermore.'
Feb 22, 2013
Feb 22, 2013 at 12:24 PM UTC
Oh breach the hide, spill the dark
All the hollow
Sound the pipes, youth will follow
The shepherd’s dog will heed it last
Bleed in through the painted glass
We smote the belfry, fallen hence
Rats or humans came and went
Hark the deafened for their sense
Hades’ children send ye thence
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 12:11 PM UTC
I know exactly what fear looks like
when in a dream, death knocked on my door
I know exactly what a prayer sounds like
when in the morning, i talked to god out loud
I know exactly what temptation is
when fears becomes a reality
and the devil knocks on your door
trying to shake your faith
by facing you with death
but in death, i have faith
in darkness and in light, i find strength
in darkness and in light, i will find my truth
and there always be light in the dark
because I’ll carry my flame through it, lux in tenebris
Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 4:44 PM UTC
"Tu solus puer, non solum tenebris est, et mori pro populo. Fortis puer es, sed ego sum ultra vires; Ego in finem, et venerunt tibi"
"You are alone child, there is only darkness for you, and death for your people.
You are strong child, but I am beyond strength; I am the end, and I have come for you."
Dec 18, 2017
Dec 18, 2017 at 5:38 AM UTC
I scream into the
Void, my throat hurts from crying.
I really loved you.
Aug 27, 2021
Aug 27, 2021 at 2:12 AM UTC
We cannot wade against the currents,
Without the heels of our feet sinking into sand.
Waves that once sang songs of kindness,
And bathed pebbles against our knees.
Now turn our bodies raw,
With salted screams against the skin.
Floods of bad emotions will bury us deeper,
Into a whirlpool vacant of hope.
Ugly cries and desperate splashes,
Will only strengthen the storms affliction.
Just pray that when the sun has risen,
Cascading the ripples in tranquil light.
Your most dark immeasurable waters,
Will pause in reflection.
Of the peace that brings your mind ashore,
Away from torturous tides that wish to see you drown.
Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 6:21 AM UTC
She stares out at the world through a constant flood of pain,
to find nothing but darkness in the cold torrential rain,
so caught up in the horrors manifested in her brain,
she cannot see a future where she will be whole again.
She stares into the void within the shadows of her soul,
to find nothing but whispers of her fragile mind's control,
so lost within her dreams and broken memories of the past,
regretting all those happy times she knew could never last.
She stares into the mirror to see what she has become,
to find nothing but hollow eyes and pain so cumbersome,
so damaged by the history of all she's left behind,
her will to stay eroding with the decay of her mind.
She stares into the black of night embracing her torn heart,
to find nothing but sorrow as she readies to depart,
so weakened now she must escape from what she'll never be,
forgotten and forsaken in her lonely destiny.
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 1:04 PM UTC
There was the silence
unlike any other silence
the church seemed to keep
the world at bay,
ego autem steti
in tenebris,
the darkness around me,
the Austrian monk limped
the aisle between choir stalls
head lowered,
nothing is so strong
as gentleness nothing
so gentle as real strength
Francis de Sales said,
Dom Joseph(dear Bunny)
spoke of God's nearness
even to those who assumed
He didn't exist,
I swept the refectory
with the big broom thinking
of the Crucified above
the abbot's table
how His arms were in line
to each corner,
holiness consists simply
in doing God's will
and being just what
God wants us to be
said Therese,
Hugh thin-lipped eyed me
as I chanted the Latin words
just behind him learning
the phrasing trying to get
it spot on but failing,
the old monk lay abed
breathing his near last
rosary hanging between
fingers aged and thin,
Leo stood by the bell rope
shaking hands before
his farewell to Rome
tall and thin I shook his hand
as did others,
Dieu nous tient près
the French monk said,
close to God is all we wanted
or so we thought,
she brought me coffee
after hot *** standing there
in her nakedness
hotness seeping
from the cup,
the bell tower stood out
in the moonlight
like God's finger
pointing skyward,
such silence can haunt
can disturb
can bring memories
these I had as bruises,
for a truly religious man
nothing is tragic Gareth said
quoting Wittgenstein,
she licked me clean
offering her wine
and I sipped and we shared,
God is close the monk said
pouring black coffee
and He cared.
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 11:37 AM UTC
Introspection is both serrated and supple
This is a truth that I have duly noted
As my eyes closed and the void overtook all five senses,
I felt the numbness ooze from my forehead
Seeking balance requires a dose of muffled rage
Yet, it paradoxically calls for cacophonous joy as well
The dissonance tugs at my remaining reserve of logic
Even then, my eyes do not dare open
I am to meet the Light first
Its domain rests within a lake of purity
I climb up a sparkling staircase
Lux greets me with an apathetic stare
As expected, these entities defy my expectations
They are not constructs of my eyes
They are the mind’s anchors, its vanguard
They are instinct and emotion in purest form
I show Lux the black fruit in my hands
It seems to understand and picks up the precious thing
I walk down the staircase with measured step
Whether the fruit is eaten or not is now beyond me
Darkness requires an equally enthralling journey
Despite the magma and scorch, I reach its domain
The thing eyes my hands and the white fruit grasped within them
Tenebris also seems to understand what must be done
For far too long, I have felt the conflict in my psyche
Balance is what I need and balance is what I shall receive
Lux and Tenebris must finally decide on a course of action
Reality awaits me and I quietly step back into it
I open all three of my eyes and embrace the surge
I am the Constant
I am the Chaos
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 10:42 PM UTC
I’ve seen better days, and I’ve seen worse
I don’t have everything I want, but I do have all I need
I woke up with some aches and pains, but I woke up
My life is far from perfect, but I’m truly blessed!
I’ll forever praise thee, my God
Thank you!
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Miss Ye-hee Coleman, the lux in tenebris
Our iron lady – the giant among the men
Gracefully she had walked, through the pains and strives
Some days she fought, others she’d hoped to survive
I watched her smile between our geez and playful gestures
I saw her swearing at our quarrels and gleeful pleasures
But I also saw the darkness seeking to steal her light
I watched her struggle within this plight
I heard myself whispering: hold on babe, tis only a fright
I’ve seen better days, but I fathom the worse
I may not have all I need, but at least I can breathe
I woke up feeling as a failure, but now I see a light
My life may be far from perfect, but I am blessed
I live to see an angel; oh yes! She was one
I will forever remember thee, my darling, my friend and our light
Thank you for the chance to know you
Rest In Perfect Peace Dearest
Feb 12, 2020
Feb 12, 2020 at 10:53 PM UTC