Maryangie's Blog

The Level of Eternity

maryangie — Thu, 12 Mar 2009 00:51:50 +0000

O, the realm of the reckless
wherefore you and I have raised a crystal castle
and borne the opaline crown.
Every spring begets a rain of broken needles and shattered verses.
Every summer kneads dreams, plunging each string on its guitar.
In the autumns, we harvest the festering fantasies and crimsoned promises.
And the winters congeal blazen lusts into portraits of every face of misery, right in the windowed walls.
Glorious hymns of the golden trumpets!
Mournful carols of the willow lyres!
Cast the republic of the impassioned;
A soul to the longing earth.
A soul and a sound.
A name and a fury.
A pride and the honor.
The voice and the words of existence…
All but the relinquished stone of our freedom.

The Era

maryangie — Thu, 12 Mar 2009 00:50:14 +0000

Quell the storm,
the broken day
upon which the tremor surges.
Fire and wind and dust and sea
and ice and steel…
The danger lurches.
And the dark caves further;
and the seas well deep.
Earth knows no republic for which it stands.
To the powers allmighty of air and light,
fire-rained forests
sink into silken sands.

A little over less…

maryangie — Thu, 12 Mar 2009 00:45:40 +0000

A little over less than nothing:

Price to recover a soul;

Just enough for a half-done poem

Without ending, plot, or sense.

What worth may the unsaid words do take?

All weight of the air I missed,

And that of every kiss forgotten,

Desperation, tears and all.

Can we tell what we take within us?

What was lost down the ravine?

Such that our mortal souls created

Still endowed a grace divine.

Its own power, courage, and glory…

What could it miss more than words?

So, wherefore all eternal questions?

True. Yet in worth of answers,

Reasons, theories, or postulates,

A mortal, I guess, must be

Short of nothing, and a little less

Than the worthless of everything.

Resolution

maryangie — Thu, 12 Mar 2009 00:41:00 +0000

This is it.
This is how I crush my desire into fists.
This is how I drown the words as I stop breathing.
This is how I shatter a dream through a window.
This is how I crumple my heart and crush it down my throat.
This is how I stride apart from existence, reason, or reality.
This is how I disregard my will to survive, not anymore.
This is how I turn and faint, and fall through the cold silver blades.
This is how I let my blood drink in my tears.
This is how my senses turn to stone.
This is how my mind collapses into dust.
This is how I run, and try to hide in nothingness.
This is how I lose everything I could ever posess…in the sorest need.
This is now.
This is us.
This is me, chained to a fate.
This is me, threatened by the shadow.
Me, as I strain from escaping, and never, ever returning.
Me, resigning to thrust my last forces for all just foresaken.
Me, fighting not to kiss the sanity away from you.

Holding on…to You

maryangie — Thu, 12 Mar 2009 00:38:40 +0000

Holding on to you
I find eternity a little shorter,
and all words void of significance,
the weigtlessness of our bodies’ burdens,
the collapse of all known dimensions,
the truth, though confused,
and the true confusion…
Unbelievably…
Solely the nameless being of our air and selves,
and barely anything else to hide.

Champagne

maryangie — Thu, 12 Mar 2009 00:34:28 +0000

You own this night, and their eyes.
You break through the truth and the lies.
You simmer under the dimming light.
You dazzle, so dreaming. You might.
The melody times to your glow;
your voice sweetens the nigh air. You know.
Your glass, to the rim they fill.
You deeply savor. You will.
Your spirit dances in its own entrancement;
your silk shadow gown whispers the enchantment.
Drawn the mystic power, your lips parting slight,
biting into the merlot night.

Am I One to Define?

maryangie — Thu, 12 Mar 2009 00:30:43 +0000

I can only take you
to the measure of
infinity.

I can only kiss you
with the power that
made this universe.

I can only hold you
with the strength that
bore life.

I can only love you
with the truth of
one divine all.

Out of the nothing,
the undefined,
the unknown,
the presumed…

…into entirety,
into reality,
into all that your eyes alone behold,
into the beauty only you can…redefine.

Will

maryangie — Thu, 12 Mar 2009 00:27:03 +0000

So what about life and, thereof, my minute?
We exist a whole life,
but we just live a minute.
That minute.
Impeding the potential prime power,
with pending precision
or
Lashing the last locks for liberation,
least lacking relent.
Thus love for the last,
and last to the eve.
So ever recede,
and cede to the loss.
Then lose all that meant,
and mean what is not.
Still, no trace to follow,
and just Will to spare.

Changes

maryangie — Thu, 12 Mar 2009 00:23:54 +0000

So another day we cross
and I quite find you…not.
So another time we pass
and there you appear…not.
So…I…do not exist.
Did I ever?
I cannot be sure.
I could never really answer
or see
or prove it…to you.
Just that day…still then
I held to the ridge
I grasped the rim
and I winced…the fall.
I waited…not.
So now I am bound to break
and shatter
and crack
as you do…not
while you wait still there…still there…not.
We the nonexistent…are we supposed to break?
Oh, right.
It is the unbreakable that are…not…supposed to exist.

Telúrica 2

maryangie — Mon, 24 Nov 2008 02:43:59 +0000

Amar

Y exhalando elevaría
mi mirada cándida

¿Cuánto cabe en este cielo?
Más que su dolor
cuando lo apuñala el cenit.
Más que su pena
Desfigurada
Desmandada
Descumbrada
Más que todo un amargo mar
estallado en ese último sollozo
exhalado.
Y no es nada…
¿Qué sostiene en su pecho? ¿Qué?
Fuerza extraña que es
Transforma
Escapa
Engendró un mundo
de entre humo y ónix
Y al final heredaría
la tierra
Y sin más poseería
el polvo…
Divino Ser que acabaría;
Amaría.