Thursday, October 20, 2011

Forged in Darkest Darkness

Poem by Marc Aupiais

Forged in Darkest Darkness,
I must have been,
For the light of your affection,
Splinters into me!

Strengthen in darkness,
Water drowning me like a newly forged blade,
Ancient, arcanum,
I am Secret and I am Set!

In darkest darkness,
You must have loved me,
Raised in my affection,
Like that of the Blind!

In darkest Darkness,
I learned to love you,
And fear every light,
Every sound but your steps!

In darkest Darkness, I learn affection,
But where are you, Affection,
When I need you for all the rest?!

Darkness caress me!

Poem by Marc Aupiais

Darkness, turn, swirl,
Like an eel or alligator,
Drowning me in the great river waters!

Darkness fill, splinter, explode!
Darkness, dark night moon, stars, fill my life!

Darkness fill me, darkness and sound!
Darkness overcome me,
Darkness fill my love and life,

Beat of darkness, overcome my night!
Darkness fill me,
Ghosts of dark and night!

Darkness fill my every breath,
Fill my oceans, my cups,
My lakes, and rapid white rivers!

Fill me, Splinter, exploding, Darkened Darkness!

Fill my Soul, Humble Nothingness,
God's Creation,
Before the Eyes of Light!

Tuesday, October 18, 2011


Poem by Marc Aupiais

If Nice is in France, let's all be very goodly Nice!
But as for nice,
Shall we be nice to oppressors of the weak,
Nice to those who smile,
And us greet?
Nice to Hitler, to him all were quite sweet!

Nice with handsome tips,
Nice to tax collectors,
And soldier men!

Were all ladies nice to all,
Certainly some men would delight!

To be nice is not a virtue,
That I aspire to!

Nice, in France, well perhaps another poem would detail,
That vague concept of Paris, Nice and France;

Friday, October 7, 2011

I concede

Poem by Marc Aupiais

I must abdicate, I concede,
I must disappear, give in,
I surrender, I give up!

I have title! I have right,
But you treat him the owner,
And he you love!

I concede! My heart!
I concede! My soul!
All is not fair in love and war!

But if you choose me still,
Let me know!
Announce with loud noise!
Tell me so!

But I am not one for affairs,
Or such!

Or immoral acts,
Or love and war!

I am timid and soft,
I am a good good guy!

I could never be that evil,
I concede!

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Those black frilly lace shoes

Poem by Marc Aupiais

I must admit on seeing them, on you..
By Fashion, my view of you changed!
What fashion, sense!
What beautiful shoes!

How did you come by them,
Was there a second pair,
My my, oh my, what shoes you wear!

And how they put you above the rest!
Why with those shoes,
You go anywhere you want!

You can walk to arizona, and past mexico for lunch!
You can tread the North Pole,
And know exactly about all ice!
And walk to Africa, and through it!
And solve all our problems,

With those beautiful black lace! Frilly high heeled shoes!

Truly! Those shoes are everything!
What would we all be without you wearing them!
We celebrate you,
For your shoes!

Such shoes! You are grand!
Far greater than the designer,
That is a sure truth,
Such shoes!
They elevate you, beyond
The height God set you at!

And set you a throne above the hades!
But love,
Do come down from there for a second,
Listen to me,
Naturally taller than thee!

Those shoes do not spare you judgement,
Not from me or from God!

And dressing to please me,
If not the whole world, with your fashion, love!
It doesn't undo wrongs!

It doesn't make me weep less,
When, wearing such beautiful shoes,
You have a tendency to disappoint:
To put those material things,
Before the truly material to God! And to Me!

So wear those shoes!
But make sure they lift you closer to heaven,
And don't make you bump into the ceiling that is hell!

That you falsely are told,
Is just above!
When the staircase leads only below,
And to disappearing,
And yes! Losing those shoes!
That you can only take to heaven,
In the form of love! And justice!

Not the false perceptions of fallible idiocy!
Not allowed: high heeled shoes in hell!

In heaven perhaps!
Love! But not, love,
If you choose the sinful,
That wish you harm,

As but advantageous sinners want!

Saturday, October 1, 2011

My Brilliant Saint

poem by Marc Aupiais

Stupidity! ~ Of the heart ~ At war!
We follow us hearts to doom, to doom!
We ought not ~to~ Trust evil, doom!
We ought not to turn to sinners' "sooth"!

We trust again~ Again~ The World!
Golden hours golden time!
We trust again! Again The World!

But Saints and Angels stand Aghast at our sins,
But Saints and Angels! Do not abandon us!

They pray instead on the mountaintops!
On the Distances! On city tops!

And though I foolishness Trust the World,
But a Moment! And It's Proved once again false!

Angel, Protector, Beautiful Saint(s)!

I Pray to Thee,
Three, Free my chains!
Undo my yoke to darkness, Forfeit my sins,
Forget my promises, In Darkest's Dark!
Stop my deception,
Let Lady Lust die!
Stop my foolhardy Heart!
Replace it with one, whiter than
White Rivers' Silt!
And Salt, and Snow,
And the White of my shocked face.

As again the Faith is Proved truth and truth!

Protect Me Angels! Protect Me Saints!
From deception, the woman's evil white gloved hand!

that circles her fingers, and draws in men,
Servant of Hades, Servant of Hell, who deceives all men!
Right unto the grave! Grave Time! When she ceases her game!
Or when her truth, or all truth revealed!

Protect me! Angel;s! Protect me Saint;s!
All Catholic Guardians!
Sift through my soul!
And destroy my wrong!
A New Heart and Soul! Create!