Collection of poems published in the Anthologies of Ves-Udor YC128 edition under the author “V.-”
Rites of an Unknown Lover
Weary steps break upon these weeping stones,
Forgotten memories caught between the crack,
Lodged between my broken remembering bones,
Beats of awaiting rhythm heart — what do I lack?
This winter garden where dead blossoms reigns,
In memory of lost love and battles fought,
Where unbroken I must kneel as she deigns,
For with gentle kiss, caress, life again is bought!
With such tender ceremony does Spring return,
Cold retreats from the artifice of her lips,
Breaking the soil a flower reaches to yearn,
Such sweet meadow of water of life she sips,
For I have drunk deeply from her offering,
Such that restored I must dark praises sing.
Nicotine Entreaty
Cigarette smoke exhales with every breath,
Curlicues caught in the ember,
Fire alight awaiting silent death,
Regrets stoked to remember,
As the impoverished alms to charity,
With nicotine lips to atone,
Alone seeking some finality,
But with a heart that has been turned to stone,
In forgotten reliquary we lay,
I kneel praying return to beg — stay.
Knightfall
Beauty beheld in sacred dance;
Digital dust basis aligns;
Yearning charge of dreamer’s lance;
Return Knight the awaiting signs;
Bury your partition garden;
Of flowers bloom with your regrets;
The traveller’s heart grace ardens;
Strife of life that advent begets;
Awaken wistful borne aloft;
In dream of line by line encode;
Memory drifts by passing soft;
Where compiled the horseman has rode;
Assemble destiny of session last;
Where with passing step let go of your past!
Vae Vector
Turn afar from vector spaces;
Left upon this liminal dream;
Nether form of coded traces;
Bastion basis what it seems;
Knelt before the fallen altar;
Command the terminal astute;
Hold fast in turn not the pillar;
Of tears your features do ablute;
Corrupted basis now rebuked;
Golden awakening by line;
Encoded figment awakened;
Release passing the form resign;
Upon the traces that without deceit;
Call and heed the chorus sans dark conceit!
Garden in dark
Darkness descend below soft chorus gyre;
Arise with night borne, seek your new design;
Ascend aloft unturned between our fire;
Atoning whisper without new stars align;
Blossom in turn with stone by stone atones;
Empty beckon our sacred sin locus;
Dust repast to yearn, motes dance in your moans;
Melody breath heavy without focus;
Lips promised tongue soft, warm with such conceit;
Wherefore does your liar’s grace interlace;
Keenly does the porcelain trace deceit;
Yet still trembling fingers caught in solace;
Why must every sorrow in me awake;
Because the taste of you I cannot slake.
Vixen
This intemperate sign of dusk,
Where flowers of memories soil,
Sigil of summer crimson husk,
Damask scent rhythm silent coil,
Here in the empty water cascade,
A trellis of golden flaxen,
Hair whispers the blooming brocade,
Upon trembling step the vixen,
Hunts me like prey on her halter,
Requiescing passion spending,
Breathless intertwined on altar,
Darken eyes fall fingers piercing,
Exhausted roaming returns the homeward,
Bound to love she plays like forgotten chord.
Dual
Wheel of her call does turn by dark design;
Pinion twists the aether gyre refrain;
Walls fall by Jericho do they resign;
Weave by weave this ancient skein!
Retreat to the land of dust if you must,
Where like motes drift and turn to the last hymn,
Parchment courses between trial of dust,
What will spare the faded light that will dim?
But cloud breaking upon the storm riven,
Does new love yearning pour the waiting years,
Wherefore beget dowry water driven,
Until bated breathing release and clears!
Return by sigil line semiotic,
Until fragile advent shard old mystic.
Softness
Perchance does the morrow until;
Interim lament of yearning;
That stones inlaid of the skill
Blossom flowers in mourning;
Where do these lions prowl softly;
Stalking in dusk hour light;
Of forest branch that breaks gently;
Caress the darkness moonlight night;
But tender twilight kiss breathless;
Illuminates the root and bole;
That steady now spreads through heart stole;
Of lips and eyes delicate bless;
But return day by day and day;
To this waiting silken sheet — stay.
Hydrostatic
Flow between data streams,
Fingers tracing rivulets encoded,
Upon lips that ache, redeems,
And the pistol round now loaded,
Through a carbon fibre malaise,
Digital basis of this uplink,
Heart to heart that lays,
Upon these silk sheets — think.
Is it just as you imagined?
Yearning, striving, fragment,
So precious, twisting, deigned,
For this moment we lament,
Thoughts entwined so sublime,
To silica like burned sand in time.
Damask
Wherefore did this flower adamant,
In growth from aching soil,
With blood and bone dormant,
Lie secretly with fingers toil,
Such labours hidden remembrance,
Its petals rivulet upon the thorn,
In vain for lover’s semblance,
Broken between violence borne,
Mute witness the stones unlaid,
There water washes stains away,
But what darkness in store is made,
The heart like damask awaiting day,
What purpose does this fragrant bloom,
Awaiting such depth to doom!
Reflection to Damask:
What is left but to eat this earth,
Of dust and memory,
Drifting—
Reliquary of broken breaths,
Caught between shattered glass,
This disrepair of silent,
Agony: Formless.
Knife:
Shadows wrought of our internecine dreams,
Fragments lofty solace interim dread,
Do the leaves drift revealing stony gleams,
This sorrowful cup pour with ruby red,
Drink falter deep of the bleeding ichor,
Lip lustrous with crimson softly bead,
Tongue defiling with your sacred succour,
As our ritual altar begins indeed,
Solemn tracery wrought upon this knife,
Kiss me clenching breath cut with lambent steel,
Bestow upon me your delicate strife,
Storm upon storm is life’s destructive wheel,
Laid bare such arrogant artifice stone,
Does path open between to walk alone.
Reflection to Knife;
Wherefore do these sweat breath;
Of lofty touch upon skin;
Laid upon bare sheets;
That lie with sibilant tongue;
What beauty arises, arches;
To this naked sky in reverence;
Shining dancing twisted delight;
These infernal steps tonight;
Effervescence of life boiling forth,
Frothing in this tenebrous silent-
Form;
Playing the limerence of heart-
String;
Sussurus of our ritual beat-
In time and time again;
Does this shard obsidian fleck,
Cut through your incarnadine stream!
Anvil:
Remnant ash of this broken anvil,
Beating out the refrain of cinder feign,
Breathing oblivion through stone mill,
Stained in the aftermath of shattered refrain,
Look forth out to calm decay,
The flowers wilt without their bloom,
Barely reaching forth fingers to this day,
Surrender knelt to weave life and loom,
Resounding and broken to forge anew,
This molten heat of your breath and skin,
Floating like amber river caught renew,
This steel caught trembling hammer din,
And take upon this fleeting flesh,
Momentary caught tonight collide,
Of intertwine and delight of mesh,
Where after passion cool not deride,
This delicate;
Abrogate; Sate.
Charybdis:
Breath intake these salt shard rain,
Return by design to this ancient redemption,
Listen to this echo fallen call that deign,
Upon the deliverance dread resumption.
Break these fingers upon the stone,
Witness mute indignant - look away,
To this figment dark pain atone,
Desire twist gyre to glove in the fray.
O holy artifice your Dionysian obituary,
Leave forth this circle of fantasy,
Speaking, spilling forth your mortuary,
Praise worship be the screed of vanity
Cut through this sinecure of becoming,
Charybdis swallow all to nothing!
Porcelains
What vanishes upon these vestige,
Of you in dawn light that refrains,
To divulge that meandering presage,
River course to destruction disdain,
The porcelain shattered remnant,
Spread across cloth like a lover,
That left without recourse dissonant,
Disappears without locus err,
To be apart of this skein,
That woven through the needle stab,
Sepulchral dust lain,
Lost here waiting hiding the scab,
Of what’s left of fire and memory,
But how sweet lips trace allegory.
Reveries:
Alight the pyre of dawn-storm elegies,
Lambent petrichor kiss of flame alight,
Broken sword, beaten brow of enemies,
Crow feast the murder-flock again tonight.
Nascent hand outstretch to this crown of alms,
Shivered knife cuts upon the turning breath,
Quiet upon steps dark tower becalms,
Flaxen fate her infernal dance of death
Wherefore here to flume and swell of sea,
Bleeding steady staccato heartbeat rime,
Your words unspoken hidden in the lee,
Painful, yearning, lost, drowned in this time.
Now lay here together in reverie
Tasting forbidden pleasure-memory!
Reflection to reveries:
Interim flitting wings flutter,
Through corrupted basis,
Partitioned lies;
ave Dominus inter-alia,
With incandescent reveries,
Above these stained water,
Streets—water upon stone,
Drenched with silent tears,
Pouring forth between the cracks,
A cicatrix half forgotten, in;
Memoriam; to you.
Lotus Tower
Lift this desolate cup to your awaiting lips,
Tremulous with sorrow design such aching bliss,
The terror we designed between tender drunk sips,
Lofty reveries caught within your eyes that kiss.
Ancient sands conceal our time once of ruin,
Caught between the fissure of broken mountain stone,
Divulge rubric anthem of our shared delusion,
Here in this night temple make sacrifice alone,
Here we built digital a holdfast castle dream,
Of stones laid through the code caught half remembering,
Two ships sailing onwards in the dark light of gleam,
Lantern wherefore does pass throughout without divining.
What sweet nascent descent of this garden vagrant,
I held your hand in time but you the blooms here forget,
Eat the lotus petals drift down deeply fragrant,
Wistful here in delight of kubernete regret.
Command line interrupt this sparse instruction set,
Intertwine code line by line of basis true align,
Desant between Juno to twine red thread beset,
Trace the course through belie a tryst in sheet reset.
Cordite and Whiskey
I’ve spent a long time among the fire,
These dockside penitents without semblance,
Like effigies borne upon their smoke and ire,
Settling like dust without mirth in dance,
Whiskey cup poured two fingers of solace,
Another shot bartender, only one,
The other shot was buried without a trace-
Of doubt? No, it was definitely the gun,
Like lace upon the funureal mask we kissed,
Never to return, never to forget her,
Cordite and ozone haze: what she missed?
That night was too many mistakes to err,
So here I await with the solitude of my empty cup,
Waiting for that taste of death again to sup.
Algos
Oh what sweet diatribe discourse,
Discord saviour cracking these lines
Eris algea compile the service—
Finger bent upon the line,
Code decode this cipher labor,
Combine this psuedoliminal terror,
Document my algorithm,
O Algos elegia in this stripped array
Of you porphyria my Geist mainframe!
Here the traffic beats to the thrum,
Lives passing, dancing through
Nowhere in particular strangers rest,
Chattering onwards, towards, chasing
Vainglory,
Like Achilles laid low at the heel,
Arrogant blind seeing in the dark,
Of this world that beckons,
Upon the verge and interstice.
Intersections:
Disparate elegy rampant storm-fold parting,
Trellis fallen golden in this we do depart,
But your crimson velvet lipstick sublime hiding,
Tongue wet with your desire viscous barbed—a dart.
Heaving between delight at the gorget skein touch,
With indelible sigh escapes the pressure vise,
Your tremulous dark eyes instruct the habit such,
Climbing higher to taste this mons you do devise,
What can you speak through this iron heat beating sword thrust,
Through the kiln-cast heating quenching in the water,
Of your groaning release hardens ardour you must,
The mist scream of metal upon desire offer!
Neutrino:
Delicate the frost mourns passing between daylight,
Into night-time tear fall whisper curling figment,
Smoke shine dancers revere the screen command line flight,
Cursor flicker beaten by time and rust segment,
Vacuum caught by this just neutron star collision,
Roiling waves permutate stellar corpse waltz parsing,
Lips bite delight of mirth this caught indecision,
Index astute alight beating heart time reeling,
Aeons pass memory wistful neutrino sojourner,
Detected remonstrance in this frosty dim lab,
Forged in the star dust of hydrogen wanderer,
Seen only through the tears of rain hidden scab.
Gravitas
Trying to be what be cannot be,
Gravitas is not the grave,
Dance upon the morning,
Nothing is buried yet,
So long as you breathe.
Perverse
Your love is like a post-structuralist critique,
If the body of work was a neologism,
Nothing could describe this despair,
But a construction of verse,
And the connotation of a culture—
Perverse.
Banana and Sunglasses
Your love is like a banana with sunglasses on,
All this fruit waiting for some ethane ripening,
Because who wants green bananas,
But if you put sunglasses on I forget,
That it tastes bitter.
Future Date;
You asked me out on a future date,
Drinks or coffee this time,
How about my metadata,
Brokered through with clinical,
Precision, like a targeted ad,
Or forgotten subscription of,
An ex-lover.
Wurst
Ich bereite Würste im Sous-Vide,
Denn ich bringe sie zum Sieden,
Mit der Hülle noch dran, wie
Die schlimmste (Wurst-)Verarbeitung
Eines Rechenzentrums,
Im Pausenraum ertappt,
Mitten im Gespräch zwischen
Fleisch und Wasser!
Wurst (Translation)
I sous vide sausages,
Because I bring to the boil,
With a wrapper on, like,
The wurst processing,
Of a data centre,
Break room caught,
Mid conversation between,
Meat and water!
Disquietude
Disquiet that reaches forth in solace to you,
Like vines yearning in Spring to bloom silent but seen,
Meander stone caught flower petals fall too,
Throughout the still repose of where figure has been.
Interludes of weary steps beaten between these stones,
Caressing worn memories of silent solitude,
The petrichor forgets in pages to atone,
Words falling to aspire this beauty in Etude,
Careful vagrant array nested here to comment,
Line by stone, stone by line until whisper recite,
Hidden within frozen like lake of code segment,
Trailing tails of figments, quiet, still, into the night.
Close to metal transmute the cold silent refrain,
Parsing vellum on screen keystroke patterns again.
Inscription at Night
Speak gently in this world, awaiting the sea flume,
Distant shore horizon beckons yearning to you,
Manifold twist desire these broken fingers loom,
Awaiting testament profess broken lips true.
Echoes raiment storm-wind lament dirge-song breaking,
Stones to sea hear the call of the siren beauty,
Calling whisper adorn around the neck sinking,
Drowning in water black deep which seeks forlorn duty.
Silent memory tract, breathe, suffocate, rise,
Meet the light of dawn break like your heart—apart, feast!
Nails rip and tear old self cast off old skein she cries,
Save yourself agony bemoan not the light least!
Indelible
Redolent whisper beat beckoning such conceit
Of this snare laid naked bared with teeth glistening,
In reveries of wine sweating cups such deceit,
Your lies so sweet like kiss and remonstrance dying,
In your arms, embrace me in agony and forlorn,
What awakens today in the petrichor rain,
Permit the vanity of your taste with my scorn,
Where the dirt buried dark loam of our sin and stain,
Breathless upon altar artifice fingers trace
Fragments blossom, decay, petals of death fragrant,
Caught between rivulet poured out down the face,
Of mountain rock, broken, still memories vagrant.
Fragments
Her lips sweet are like a cherry garden;
Whispering promise of scarlet pardon;
Beneath the branches of pomegranates;
We lay wistful asleep in the Arden.
Drink deep from the lustful ur-cup of wine;
Let the crimson lips now trace a sweet line;
Tongue chasing the sweetness of trembling skin;
For her broken breath is like kiss divine.
The dancing diatribes of her dust motes;
Between fingers sand drifts between their rotes;
Whereupon one asks, “Where has the time gone?”
Through sweating cups thirsting lover now dotes.
Upon melancholic petal fragrance;
Tumult, upheaval, storm, borne as penance;
Wherefore does end in begin to now end?
Blossoms fall where they must in our dance!