Vermis Meridiem

More Stars than There are

Month: May, 2015

Bring Me The Truth

Bring me the Truth,

Truth

Like naked bones

Of the Dead—

 

Now

Foul and ghastly, but

In time

Factual and harmless.

 

So

Toss and Slam and Shove

The Truth

To me,

Blinding and caustic

It might

Presently be,

 

But spared I will be

From eternal

Sorrows—

 

Invoked by the

Fleeting, empty smile

And the briefly comforting

Lies

You wear

And tell

So well.

Talking to A Cloaked Saint

I speak to Her
On occasions;

The exchange of
Recreational
Words—

It seems as if
We could babble
All day
And nothing
Would be
Of consequence.

Unaware, I would
Ramble on and on,
Not knowing

She is inwardly
All amber-colored
Kindness:

A silent,
Elusive Saint—

And that I am,
Despite
Mere, scattered desires,
Nothing
But
A mortal
Cottonmouth.

20 Something Days of Rain

The Brooding

The Brooding

Premonition

Premonition

Post-Deluge Bliss

Post-Deluge Bliss

Walking Beside Her

“I find myself wondering about humanity. Their attitude to my sister’s gift is so strange. Why do they fear the sunless lands? It is as natural to die as it is to be born. But they fear her. Dread her. Feebly they attempt to placate her.

They do not love her.

Many thousands of years ago, I heard a song in a dream, a mortal song that celebrated her gift. I still remember it:

 

‘Death is before me today:

Like the recovery of a sick man,

Like going forth into a garden

After sickness.

 

Death is before me today:

Like the odor of myrrh,

Like sitting under a good sail

In a good wind…'”

 

I walk by her side, and the darkness lifts from my soul.

I walk with her, and I hear the gentle beating of mighty wings.”

 

—Neil Gaiman, Sandman: Vol. 1, Preludes and Nocturnes. 

Addition

In a shot glass--- Vermis Meridiem now officially features photos ---for fun.

In a shot glass—
Vermis Meridiem now officially features photos —for fun.

Past The Law

“You degrade the law you serve just to protect some woman who cast you aside like offal?”

“In a second.”

“And you think that I’m the monster. Love is supposed to dignify us, exalt us. How can it be love, John, if all it does is make you lonely and corrupt?”

—conversation between John Luther and Alice Morgan.

Ideal in Prose

“If you don’t confirm in Britain, it’s always a struggle, but I’m not going to change the way I am…I just don’t lick asses, basically. I just do it the way I wanna do it.”

—Mark Powell.

A Quote before May

” For all men tragically great are made so through a certain morbidness. Be sure of this, O young ambition, all mortal greatness is but disease. ”

—Herman Melville, Moby Dick.