Year:
2024 2023
Poem:
Meaningless Oceans The Stained Lips Stones of the Well Thirio VI Thirio V The Sounds of War Mr. Entropy The Blue Horse Flies The Mother with a Past Face Thirio IV Tin Halo Thirio III Thirio II Oil Neck Thirio I Sorrow Paradox
Series:
Thirio
2024
Meaningless Oceans
Watching my bride's life dissapear
without pain or control, I wept;
A 'passion' is not joy's equal
And sorrow is a great passion
one of many foes to wisdom;
tears are the body's gold bounty
The horde where my body is cast
as I behold my son beaten
or my beloved daughter raped;
How could I shift my focused mind
for these things I cannot control?
my lips dare not quiver in vain!
The Stained Lips
During the nostalgic turquoise winter
with soft, pink clouds and sighing winds;
Her nude legs were crowned a skirt of badges
poached from the soldiers' soaked corpses
Her lips were stained with blood of patriots
she sang, praising the taste of flesh
as her breasts flushed red at the sight of me;
She offered me the Kaiser's head
For food or a trophy, she did not mind;
Her dumb, joyous gaze compelled me
I kissed her, melting in that copper taste,
Her tongue plunged my singed throat; I cried
Stones of the Well
Deep in the blackest well
nearest to Sheol, the pit.
I laid against the stone wall
witnessing a single light
which illuminated two:
man and woman, shivering,
naked with tears raining down
at the sight of that single beam
In those days I saw him
kneel before her, with his nose
pressed against her singing tongue
with hands splayed on her belly
and when darkness had appeared
they'd smile and kiss with joy
in retreat to their cold bliss
Thirio VI
The harmony of pale skin
and silk sheets is divine
it is forever unmatched
with its incredible might
suffocating sentience
in this, my lover is gold
as my dark, bronze radiance
shifts into a silver glow
shedding every memory
leaving our pulsating flesh
‘Inside me you'll see your ghost
in you, I see too many
my hauntings will end with you
but yours stay hidden in me
now, and always, we are one'
“I see none divine
a ghost of a witch
now stealing my life
why did I see thee
why do I love thee
why must I forgive thee
I've become a beast
your disgusting mutt
yearning for a feast”
‘Behold this body I've made
a wall no ghost may enter
I will share my silver heart
let you engulf it inflames
and gnaw until your teeth ache'
O, my dearest Thiria
“O, my dearest Thiria”
behold my true golden crown
“behold my true silver crown”
let two bodies share one heart
let two minds share one body
2023
Thirio V
What a perfect meal
prepared by this pretty boy,
it would be impolite to eat
this beautifully cooked food without the proper toast
I think I'm aware
that you're meant to hold the cup
and bang it against the table
after that you hold it high and sing a sweet song
Now that I've recalled the steps, I will do it;
O bless this boy he recognizes the ritual
but I have no prayer to sing to this beautiful man
My tongue is too filthy to pray to a good God
Though, I do not know what god he adores
'Bless'd be this meal and this boy
I know nothing of thy nature
but I know that thou art watching
so we give many thanks to thee
and we ask thee for thy mercy!'
The boy seems happy,
sipping his drink as I do
His lips are so plump yet angled
Watching him eat and drink makes me yearn for his tongue
“There is not a need to pretend
if thou does not know of my god,
I am this village's dancer
not a crusader or zealout
I haven't the strength to be one“
I am just amazed
all I know were crusaders
and zealouts that robbed me of life,
but how can i trust that this boy is not the same?
'My boy, how rude of me to eat
this meal that you've prepared for us
without me knowing thy name or
thee not knowing my name either,
my name is Thiria, what's yours?'
“Thiria is a lovely name,
I am known as Eáthropho
If I may ask, where art thou from?
You seem to be a traveler,
but I see thou brought no luggage“
'I suppose that would be correct,
and I bring no luggage because
I've simply none to bring with me,
also, I'm not from anywhere
I've no life befor emeeting thee'
“Strange, how does someone have no life?
Is one, simply, in some deep sleep?
Or is there no trace of feeling,
those feelings that fill all our lives?
Perhaps there is a lifeless mind?“
he cannot understand my lifeless nature,
all of my sorrow and woe, my aches and misery
That hellscape, my prison, that I endured for a lifetime
To this boy, I am a woman, not some monster
I need him, Eáthropho, my lover
'I cannot show my lifelessness
but I must say Eáthropho,
I think that we should go to bed,
leave all of this philosophy,
come here Eáthropho my love'
The Sounds of War
My birth was in-between times of war,
almost misplaced. As these wars changed all
things that were once known to men, but I
noticed no 'change' in the world, as I
am a product of these wars. Am I
meant to live as a man or faceless,
hidden under this rough, green, suit?
Regardless of time, those horrid
sounds of war prevail. They bring my
memories back to me in dreams.
Mr. Entropy
He talked about his distant world unknown
He spoke of these future foolish world wars
Mr. Entropy was his business name
and his business was foretelling changes,
how its nature is to be destructive
He talked about his God's laws of nature
He spoke of his beauty and righteousness
as the law is truth and truth is the law
no paradox nor theory were welcome
for all things upheld all those laws of nature
He talked about the order and chaos
How one cannot be without the other
despite the orders' love and chaos' hate
as just loves unjust and not the reverse,
and he spoke of the irony in this.
The Blue Horse Flies
As I worked in that awful concrete box, steam-filled
with metal pipes and automatons, hot and gray
carrying the sewer's stench with that flooded ground,
I went out to throw the waste into the furnace,
with that warm air of the night breathing on my neck,
I heard this sudden sound of farting and wailing
from a distance, in the heavens like an airplane
My heart jolted as I turned my head to witness
this flying blue horse flailing its limbs aimlessly
the beast had no conscious as it wondered its eyes
whilst it sprayed golden feces across the night's sky
How foolish this beast, mystical yet so mindless
and with the next morning
when I left my small home
I saw its blue carcass
resting so peacefully
adorned in its pretty filth
with such a wide grimace
The Mother with a Past Face
While I ate my meal in the cheerful hall
I witnessed a large family dining,
few children with twice as many adults,
and as I drank from my rusted tin cup
sitting, I beheld one of the mothers
She was older but not so elderly
with features, not unlike younger women
Raven-haired and fair with such tired eyes
that gazed southward as her children babbled
In her face, I saw someone from the past:
a girl from dreadful memories and dreams
the woman that I could never have,
had her beauty personified again
in this tired mother, with passion drained
Thirio IV
Skin touching the grass,
and hair meeting dirt
How I have missed warmth from the sun
Forgotten,
I have forgotten this earth as it has
Memories have been molded with dreams,
thus creating illusion
witnessing all this life, restoration!
As I am restored
O, how my eyes weep
in joy and triumph
as I have returned to my home
Now I search;
I've roamed for so long,
through the hot desert,
through cold tundras, and the steep cliffs
unseen life?
No life reigns in this Land! No sheep, no dog,
no lion, no fish, nor small insect!
Has life here become extinct?
Have I been inside my hel for so long?
No, it cannot be
I refuse to think
or speak of all this!
I shall lay here under the sun,
and rest now
For if this is truly the end of the earth,
I will not wake as there is no one
No man beside me, no clock,
nor crowing eagle;
I have awoken
thus, life continues
How joyous, to behold the life
of all Man
What do my ears see,
this cheerful singing?
What is this crowd that celebrates?
am I blind?
Why haven't I seen these peoples before?
It doesn't matter, I will not mind
The beauty in all of them,
they are as paintings inside of paintings
O, I long for them
Who is this dancer
pale among the brown?
He seems as an angel of light
I must speak,
though, maybe I shall wait until he's done
The coils in his hair and his blue eyes,
like the sun through colored glass,
illuminates all
He has this certain
graceful form, he's as
a wild, but sophisticated,
horse in air
O, his flips, hist tricks,
his vocals, his cheers
This shall be my eternal love
my husband;
O, how I adore him, must he be done?
But, at last, I may speak to this man
My tongue has rested too long
Though I must know beauty and eloquence
I make my attempt:
'Hello fair dancer, performer
thy songs, cheers, and all thy technique
hath caught my eye and spirit
Thou art so bold and beautiful
with such fancy footwork and cheers
If I am no trouble to thee,
may I join thy court for supper?
Thou art so handsome and pretty,
I shall learn much more about thee
I wish to be thy company'
It's truly been long
so I hope my tongue
is pleasing to this dancer's ear
he responds:
“I thank thee for thy kindness, and
thy boldness to come speak with me
my heart swells with pleasure and joy
at this proposition from thee
of course you may come to mine home“;
I'm in true awe at this golden palace,
this dancer boy lives as a high king
I shall make my abode here
and be as a queen
His home is as a cathedral, a church,
where we shall worship our own bodies
we will melt and be solid,
become as gold ourselves, and celebrate
For we will be one
Tin Halo
Come my son, my prince, sit on my lap.
Listen to these words I speak,
you know the given nature of your birth?
That one day, when I pass on
you will inherit everything here,
and become lord of this land.
Many will spit at you and condemn you,
so you must be strong, my son.
Although, many will still adore you,
and rush to kiss both your feet.
All their love could be a veil for deceit,
and their passions may be vain.
So beware of liars and drunkards,
as you proclaim this kingdom.
Wear kindness and love as your shield and sword.
Marry a single maiden,
virgin, soft, and lovely, to adore.
You will know no prostitute,
nor a widow, nor witch, nor concubine.
You will rule this land, my son,
but you must learn to rule yourself too.
Your servants and crowds may turn,
but you must never turn on your own crown.
Don't betray this tin halo.
But father, how much?
How much is it worth?
This land or this wealth?
For this metal hat,
is no true halo.
None of this metal,
nor any woman,
or adored subjects,
shall exalt this crown
or the head it rests upon.
We may be high-hailed as kings,
but we are still damned as men.
Thirio III
I am ruined in regret and sorrow, though
as rough stone is purified, I may be refined
I must shave my imperfection with knives
and tear into myself with swords, molding beauty
with the ugly, dirtiest, wounded hands that mock themselves
I will eat myself whole
to birth myself, and make all new
I will have unmarked and clean beauty
I shall capture the hearts of all living men
and make jealous, all the whores, maidens, and women
O, how beautiful I will become now
How natural, created by my own two hands
Now I shall mold, tear, and punish myself in spite and lust;
The feeling is tender
I laugh joyfully as I howl
at this sensation I've given to myself
I have no tears to shed, I'm made in beauty
I am as wild fire is made into a lamp
Despair, is now hope, and pain is pleasure
Though I am in vain beauty, it is beauty
As my passion still bellows and wails in this spiteful lust
I shall come back to earth
and kiss the grass another day
For I am made into beauty again
Thirio II
My heart bellows and wails to be satisfied in vain pleasure
My lips know no lips, my eyes know no eyes, my tongue knows no tongue, my sex knows no sex
I have no shame in my body's nakedness, filth, and ruin
Though I am in shame without my lovers
I quiver and lay in flesh and filth, with an empty wound unconsummated Woe, is my lonesomeness
My world collapses itself onto me, my body is tense like a pulled thread
O, how my body is now as a rusted sword, useless and shelved within darkness
I am as a virgin widow, with no seen husband on earth
How I yearn to come into the world again and see life
For I am living in death
Oil Neck
Everyday,
i rip
and split
the Noise
no chatter
nor instrument
is sanctified
inside of me
my tears
are distorted,
made into
an ointment
Every night,
i frolic
and swim
in my drunkenness
my boy
will not find me
and my mother
will condemn me
the sweat
and oil
that drips from me
drenches my neck
the neck that commanded
the neck that seduced
the neck that had eyes
now blind and lust-less
Thirio I
O, my aching womb
My inside has become like a thorn-field
My head holds the weight
of this World that Man forgets
I wake to no light
and rest without warmth
My bones ache
and my tears rain blood
All of Man know my sorrow and yearning
Yet no man saves it
They are bound to ignorance,
sucked into duty,
Forgetting pleasure
Begone, I
Sorrow Paradox
I bear shame in your name
and you bring no relief,
My sight was set
Your love was my justice
You made me a king
and had me wear your Crown
but through sorrow and rain
the Crown became rust
Your Kiss could not clean the filth
Upon my head, that you bestowed
You've shown me no pain
Yet in pain I search you