Orient Away, Away, And Apart

Poem. Marc Evan Aupiais...

The Path. I take. It is not less traveled.
It is not traveled, Not Ever, Not At All!

I Am All Alone, and In The Worldly Woods, Of Time And Space,
Below The Shooting Star, and The Dying Comet, Killed By Earth,
As One Once Dearly Killed, All On The Dearest Earthly compost.

And As I stare, In Starlit, Moonlit Light, And Check, My Compass Sight,

I re-orient, my orientation to my end, does shift, does slightly shift,
As I do, you alone, do, I avoid,
Dearest, Lady of Night and Sight,
Devil's own Path, would you have me step upon all alight.


Upon, this, Devil's Steps, and Devil's Creatures,
In These, Dark, Lonely, Wooded Forest.
Trees, Surround,

But I re-orient, I follow a true, and different, light, Christ.

And As the wolves, do howl, and await your corpse,
I escape the worldly woods,
Which likely, are you grave,

I look upon the valley, in this safety, mountain shade.
I look upon your corpse, not just yet still.

As you push along an empty path,
Nothing resisting,
Every step easy,

Into the Deepest, Deepest...

... .... DARK!

Labyrinth Life

Poem. By Marc Evan Aupiais...

You think you, in deathly waters: own, deadly, control me,
The dust suffocates, as stallions, race, in circles, in long trodden spoor,

You take aim at my heart, and Long Spent: Empty Soul,
With Words, and More,
A Rhythm of pounding, with ever owning rights,
 knights and nights, and flashing, multicoloured lights:
 ...and ending never ending wrongs,

You think you own me, you believe all, control my form,

You obsess, or possess me, only in your deathly tidal mental form!

And as you pursue your nights and knights,
And seek, endless, chivalrousness-void monetary sights,

You think you steer me,
But I have Another Light!

To Lead Me, with pats upon my hope... my
... bridal reign... ... not your feign sane.. bridle rein...

...Guided, in blackest:... grayness, in nose, and touch...

Through, This Darkness, Which You Truly Own,
This Deathly, Never Ending, ...Ending Night!

Without the storm

Poem !!!

I am! I am Without!
A storm in the teacup!
A tempest in the Teapot!

I am without!
I am unaffected!

I watch the winds stir!
I see the precipitation destroy!
The humidity, rise into blackest clouds!

The storm, I watch, I observe,
Sense! Ridiculous! Sense!

As it overtakes and destroys!

And yet, should I be all alone,
I'd prefer the storm,

Than to be all alone,
With no one to love,
No one who dearly deeply, firstly, only truly:

Loves Only Me!

Boredom fights with every scratch and every bite

Poem!

It may excite you,
Sin, wrong,
Strangers bare,
Or seeming bare.

You may justify,
You may even fight!

And bite and scratch,
To defend what's wrong!
What's always, always, objectively wrong!

And fight, once on the top branches,
Now upon the lowly mass of floor boards-bored;

Sin, it bores me,any
image worn bare,

...

Sinfulness, boredom,
All blasé all- same.

...

But love,
It does not bore me, not in any way!
Love- I want,
Sinfulness is just raw, uncooked,
Not love, I am not bored!

Resonance

Poem!!!

I emit my beliefs,
I deflect what is not,
I absorb the truth,
In what sometimes ,
To some only seems.

And I wonder,
Loudly, without sound,

Resonating, soundless, sound!

Of this simply,
Resonating,
Truth and untruth,
And if a lie,
That which is not,
Can truly resonate!

Heaven

Poem!!

They say you are above me,
That I am below.
There was a fall,

And my entire kind did drop.

They say the stars are famous,
The Southern Cross,
Orion, the Warrior- kind of the night sky.

And the superstars,
Blackness in the skies.

The heavens are above me,
The heaven,
The territory of The All Mighty,
Above me,

The Divine Might,
Beyond every human sight,

Far more famous,
Than pathos skies,
And stars, human might,
Potential,
From our Babylons and Babels and our beginning pathos heights!

As we look to Origin,
The Territory,
In which we subsist,
Upon the Will of Heavenly Might,
The Potential,
That drops From Heavenly Heights,

As Might is Now Actual,
And Actual Is Never by Yahweh past, spent!

Thought all us are soon enough spent,
Past,
Gone,
Long since fallen dropped-eds.

Fallen, ever climbing,
Ever falling,

Is this the state of Man?

Of My Kind,
Fallen from the heights of Heaven,
By knowledge,
Of what is not!

Of Sin!

Gravity absorbs us

Poem

Gravity, is weak,
Because Gravity,
Gravely, I say, is NOT!

Gravity, it cannot fight a slight vacuum,
Above a fighter jet wing,

Gravity, I gravely say: it never was!

And Gravity,
It absorbs- a vacuum,
Absorbing.

Gravity, lack of energy- lack of light!

Gravity, but absorbs,
And for this, in circles do satellites fall!

And do black holes absorb light,
Gravity, but lack,
Absorbsion of space time: light!

My Privacy

Poem!!

The view is not!
My territorial integrity,
Is forceful!
It shall not break!

Some I let walk,
On the consistent stretches,
Where connection is possible!

And deep, into darkness,
They venture!

Into my scars, through which blood does flow: arteries, veins!

Within my territory,
They, without force,
Do stand,

Temporary possessors,
Of my territorial lands!

Territory

Peom!!

I mark my territory,
With words, and regrets!

I shared it once,
My deepest moving paths,
That move from my deepest depths, to every part of my territory!

And my territory was your Territory!
And I thought!
That once, your territory,
Was My territory!

Territory,
Deepest territory,
Of mine,

Of yours!

I never withheld,
Not a petal,
Not a shrub!

I heard you in Shadow and dusk

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Poem!!

I heard you!
Though there was only shadow!
Below the Eucalyptus,
I saw you,
An Angel!
Rocking in a white dress!

As the breeze of warmth,
Caressed, whispering!
And the shadows,
Became great, and green,
Swiftly moving of their own accord!

And I saw you,
Between shades of death,
An angel, rocking,
On a rocking chair,
Wooden, made of wood!
The chair, not you!

All dressed in white,
All dressed in white,

Below the Eucalyptus Tree!
In a cabin, wooden, in the
evergreen woods!

Deadly Hope

Poem!!!

To hope: to equate- estimate!
To despair: to equate- estimate!

Deadly Hope- Hope in Life!

Deadly hope! Hope in Christ?
The Death Of Hope,
This is hope indeed!

To predict, and estimate!

But none, can predict!
That which does never ever change!

The rolling rock, does always fall,
The falcon saw, and dives, and dies!

Deadly hope, and hope in death!
The symbol of hope! Itself!

And in America, and elsewhere, they display this hope,
The electric chair, modern crucifix!

This hope in death,
This putting of madness, imbalance unto death,
Injustice, the foolish call just! Judgment, of timeous things!

And the falcon, does fall,
And fall!

Who is time, to judge the
eternal? That not
affected, but timeous-
change!

And, as I watch- the daemon- saviour, on the tree,
Nailed down,
On the tree, symbol, of Life!

Simplest life, of
Everlasting Life!
Life, is nailed, a word, on a tree!
Written, life the indenting of lovers!

Death, hope, death and hope!

Your worship, and your prayers

Poem!!!

I sat! In service!
I said my prayers!

To the judge, His Worship,
Of The Divine Life!

There was no hammer,
No... Except my name,
Smashed against the past, and potential!

I said my prayers! And
stamped and stomped!

And before me stood,
Jesus Christ, and an

audience, define! Different!

And above him, Father God,
And between them,
Holy Spirit, Paraclete of their love!

And I made! My Prayer!
To Judgement! To that
staid, and not staid!

And watch: the workings,
Of Royal Blood!
And Watched! The Workings! Of the Royal
Blood!

And Tasted, and held,
This prayer! In My Mouth!

Balance

Poem!!

Balance, direction,
They are in the ears!

The upright, true north!
Our relative direction,
In an earthly maze!

Balance! And the flairs that are human arms!

We are in motion, we move all, around!

The sense of direction,
The sense, of where we are!

But what happens when it breaks!

Your smell

Poem!!!

Everyone has a smell,
From it, we know them,
And where they are, whereupon they stand!

From it, we tell, their stance,
Their breakfast too,
And the danger in their glance!

Deception, stinks, badly, stinks!
Fear, lying, too!

To me, these are pungent,
Sickness, madness, sexuality, smell, too!

A woman smells of chemicals,
Of make up and God knows what else!

You smell of your breakfast too,
A smell to which I am not yet immune...
I might suggest a change of diet!

And water, natural,
Oh! The smell of water!
The very source of life!

I smell your passions,
I smell your hatred,
Your love, disgust!

And from your smell,
I know your potential,
As loyal, as mate!

And everything, you touch, your smell!

It lingers!
I cannot wash it out!