Tag: #poetry

Încă de la început,
candoarea faţă de lume
şi voinţa faţă de viaţă
îţi îngână
că poţi să TRĂIEŞTI
de propria-ţi mână.

©2015 Emmah Toris
– Image courtesy of Maria Rubinke –

The Monday benefits of cramming
into another species,
Succession – extension – passage: Breathe,
Our unawareness includes
communities of brains, hearts, skeletons
vs. communities of egos.
Mirror depth Paradiso,
Seethe!
The game goes on:
Tuesday is as fine as it gets.
Tuesday is as refined as regrets.
We nimbly switch places
Sometimes,
And in between the blessings
and the crimes,
We know
The fairies were cutouts… of ourselves.

©2015 Emmah Toris
– Image courtesy of Paco Pomet –

It’s now safe to start
learning the seraphic ways of
the
agonizing blue mood –
with gracefulness and fortitude!

©2015 Emmah Toris
– Image courtesy of Norman Laliberté –

I am an envelope
A sealed message for myself
A seal that shall not perish beneath the ground
(beneath my feet – my tail – my feet)
But turn into seeds –
A flower.
I am an envelope –
Return to Sender.

©2014 Emmah Toris

Savage, little birth,
what have you done?
You’ve hidden hearts
In everyone.

I sometimes envy my heart,
It owns everything,
with everything in place, it rises,
It summons realms and visions and beings,
Irrespective of nature and sizes.
I foster virtue, I foster vice –
My heart remains untroubled,
Perhaps this fragile heart of mine
Has changed its mind and doubled.
Consider various occasions
To ache and to be crippled,
But Heart is fine when times are feral,
My martyr might have tripled.
I sometimes envy this hallowed heart
Replicating its glorious affairs,
While we are fanciful and safe and folly
The heart concludes… it cares.

I am a man of many hearts –
never idle,
mumbling something holy ________________

©2014 Emmah Toris
– Image courtesy of Nicholas Alan Cope & Dustin Edward Arnold –

This is not love.
It’s the Schumann Resonance
that affects us both –
and yet we thought
we were experiencing
growth.

I have x-rayed the bones
of this hybrid skeleton –
the shapes could not be defined.
We have become
so familiar, utterly refined
that
we have estranged ourselves
deeply,
irreversibly.

Loving thee
is the elevated, elegant version
of
hypertension –
in a detached and impersonal manner,
we give – we need – we draw – we pay
we love
………………………………
………………………………
Attention.

©2007 Emmah Toris
– Image courtesy of Laurie Lipton –

Good evening.
This is –
our last meal together
– forever.
Secluding the belly – nourishing bliss.

Each arrival makes them smile
As a tune of the departure
That leaps the eon and tricks the mile.

Eternity is not <<forever>>,
eternity is <<out of time>>.
This distance is a song –
to awe, to dance, to chime.
Ding dong

©2007 Emmah Toris
– Image courtesy of Nan Goldin –

Dear fellows,

Put me in a dormant state
In a dormant situation
Nothing to recall at dawn
Not an altering sensation.

Please – do not erase me.

©2005 Emmah Toris
– Image courtesy of Connie Imboden –

 

Prayer

Celestial choirs by the bed
We do not ache… we do not ask,
A monarchy within my womb
Protruding through the silent mask.

No monsters to compel thy breath
No honor to dispel the blame,
All livid demons graced by youth
Have fallen old and full of shame.

I’m holding Eden in my hands
This vile perfection, upside down
It does not bother any more
That all these saints in splendor drown.

The emptiness does not exist
We go together, hand in hand,
Thy petals blooming in my chest
The silence of a pulsing land.

For the Holy Lost

©2002 Emmah Toris
– Image courtesy of Jana Brike –

Drops of human mixture
Flesh of human pain
Well-adjusted minds
Equally insane.

Mettlesome exposure
Zenith at the end
Welter of details
Retrogressive trend.

Broken in intentions
Lustful in its whim
Ripped the inside open
Closed the human in.

I find it hard to find you simple.

©2002 Emmah Toris
– Image courtesy of Laurie Lipton –