Cold-eyed burning child
You walk on scavenged beaches
You hide you trust in all the wrong places
And search for lust in faded faces
Little hand drawing a sign
Growing spot- the bird flies in the sky
Your soul it took and now you shake your head
And all is fine
Your clothes are salted
Frail hair melts in blowing wind
And in your stare, the lively thought
That you might feel- if you would kill- something
You hid notes deep inside your throat
From time to time you seem to mouth
Forgotten songs and magic verses
Yet nothing moves, the world is death and silence screams
You grew in sand
Covered in scars and open wounds
Your mind evades
And when the night drowns in the sea
You dive deep
Stars shine on the bottom rocks, you pick them up
There’s nothing here again
No motion
You suspend
Time ticks happily away as the universe stops
You revolve
Look around but you won’t see a sign of life
Not even you
And when all hope crumbles
Eyes wide open
You see a soul- a twin-
And reach
Your hand stretches on infinitely
And you’d caress the child’s sweet face
And yet you press
Deadly, hard, decisive
You take a life away
And you remember what it feels to feel
The loss
Beginning of an ancient search
For the twin you’d always need to kill
marți, 13 decembrie 2011
joi, 8 decembrie 2011
intuneric
Noaptea-ngenunchiata
imi plange goliciunea
intunericul ce i-l insfac din umbra-necata
invinetita piele ce m-acopera
prin valul inghetat
ma joc cu pleoapele-nchise
cu intunericul furat
linistea forfoteste prin vocea infinitului
am inrobit vidul si l-am ascuns intr-un carlig
ce-l facusem inecat
am regasit minunea-ndurerata
noaptea instelata ce se casca-n pustiul viu
inima pulseaza-nfrigurata
pana ce tacutul se aglomereaza lin
iar vidul sparge-un val
e doar al meu intunericul intins
otrava pustiirii si pustiul stins
n-am sa-l mai las s-atinga nicio palma stransa
nici ochiul zambitor sa stinga ploaia-n nor
inchid atent lumina-n chin si-o vand
noptii-i vand lumina stelei
ce-am purtat prinsa-n parul incalcit
lumina ce-am furat
iar noapte-ntreaga-o beau pe-amurg
cand canta visul prins in cui
carligul marii-l am in pas
durerea rasului fugind pe mal
si iata iara se pogoara-ncetisor
amintele de bun ramas
ce-l pomenesc prin somn cand tac
am strans in pumn tacerea
si-am facut-o scrum in linistea de ceas
ticaie intunecimea nimicului ascuns pe veci ramas al meu
si plang in ea durerea moarta
ce-nvie-n gandul dus
din cand in cand
mi-e plansa goliciunea
si noapte-ngenunchiaza prin pustiu
iar umbra inecata-n dor mirat
imbraca-ntunericul invinetit, pe veci furat
imi plange goliciunea
intunericul ce i-l insfac din umbra-necata
invinetita piele ce m-acopera
prin valul inghetat
ma joc cu pleoapele-nchise
cu intunericul furat
linistea forfoteste prin vocea infinitului
am inrobit vidul si l-am ascuns intr-un carlig
ce-l facusem inecat
am regasit minunea-ndurerata
noaptea instelata ce se casca-n pustiul viu
inima pulseaza-nfrigurata
pana ce tacutul se aglomereaza lin
iar vidul sparge-un val
e doar al meu intunericul intins
otrava pustiirii si pustiul stins
n-am sa-l mai las s-atinga nicio palma stransa
nici ochiul zambitor sa stinga ploaia-n nor
inchid atent lumina-n chin si-o vand
noptii-i vand lumina stelei
ce-am purtat prinsa-n parul incalcit
lumina ce-am furat
iar noapte-ntreaga-o beau pe-amurg
cand canta visul prins in cui
carligul marii-l am in pas
durerea rasului fugind pe mal
si iata iara se pogoara-ncetisor
amintele de bun ramas
ce-l pomenesc prin somn cand tac
am strans in pumn tacerea
si-am facut-o scrum in linistea de ceas
ticaie intunecimea nimicului ascuns pe veci ramas al meu
si plang in ea durerea moarta
ce-nvie-n gandul dus
din cand in cand
mi-e plansa goliciunea
si noapte-ngenunchiaza prin pustiu
iar umbra inecata-n dor mirat
imbraca-ntunericul invinetit, pe veci furat
sâmbătă, 3 decembrie 2011
experiment of thought
riffle in my hands
not muffled, not silenced the gunshots fired
one by one they fall
the living and yet walking dead with their empty smiles
the lies engulfing all, shadowing the truth and the sun
my own empty hands are burning
red - the sunset falling apart
riffle in my hands
napalm is lighting the darkness
one by one they burn
these hypocrites with empty voices
their buildings, houses, cars and petty little indulgence
my own empty dreams are now ashes
red - the phoenix bird croaks
death in my hands
but no smoke arose
my lighter died
and I'm out of fags
not muffled, not silenced the gunshots fired
one by one they fall
the living and yet walking dead with their empty smiles
the lies engulfing all, shadowing the truth and the sun
my own empty hands are burning
red - the sunset falling apart
riffle in my hands
napalm is lighting the darkness
one by one they burn
these hypocrites with empty voices
their buildings, houses, cars and petty little indulgence
my own empty dreams are now ashes
red - the phoenix bird croaks
death in my hands
but no smoke arose
my lighter died
and I'm out of fags
vineri, 2 decembrie 2011
barefoot
foot upon foot...walking barefoot
too early and yet past late
to feel the splinters caught in dead wood
and the blistering cold of plastic spread
encased in smoke as always
eyes flicker with city sounds
summoning a thought caught in weakness
opening somewhere in the cracks
the heart still remembers the feeling
of magical moonlight through glass
yet stained is the mind which controls it
and stained were the memories cast
a spell floats in the ashes surrounding
humane death in a thread
and while all that grew deep is left rootless
real colors seem here to prevail
the taste left is bitter yet truthful
a stain of truth on trembling hands
but as silence is hard to come by to
tomorrow will shake it aloft
cometh forth all ye cracks of the soul
the void you indulge is so grey
in sleep all the terrible screams are now muffled
and cloudy is the dungeon you scale
nothing is left for fate to rewind
no snapshot of forests once alive
and while everything goes on in circles
this dream spirals downwards towards skies
the feet walking barefoot on hardwood
are splintered by spikes in the clouds
the sounds of awakening strike as lightning
there are no clocks left to capture the time
this storms like all others will grow
and then abruptly fall in the abyss still hinted inside
to form tiny cracks in the clouds
of the dreams I walked barefoot upon
too early and yet past late
to feel the splinters caught in dead wood
and the blistering cold of plastic spread
encased in smoke as always
eyes flicker with city sounds
summoning a thought caught in weakness
opening somewhere in the cracks
the heart still remembers the feeling
of magical moonlight through glass
yet stained is the mind which controls it
and stained were the memories cast
a spell floats in the ashes surrounding
humane death in a thread
and while all that grew deep is left rootless
real colors seem here to prevail
the taste left is bitter yet truthful
a stain of truth on trembling hands
but as silence is hard to come by to
tomorrow will shake it aloft
cometh forth all ye cracks of the soul
the void you indulge is so grey
in sleep all the terrible screams are now muffled
and cloudy is the dungeon you scale
nothing is left for fate to rewind
no snapshot of forests once alive
and while everything goes on in circles
this dream spirals downwards towards skies
the feet walking barefoot on hardwood
are splintered by spikes in the clouds
the sounds of awakening strike as lightning
there are no clocks left to capture the time
this storms like all others will grow
and then abruptly fall in the abyss still hinted inside
to form tiny cracks in the clouds
of the dreams I walked barefoot upon
miercuri, 12 octombrie 2011
Umbre noi
Sa nu cazi cautand
murmurul sfant
nici buza rosie muscata
n-o fa vinetie
si totusi mori un pic
in umbra serii
prin orasul crunt si-amar
calcand mucurile pe trotuar
scartaind ca o trotineta
sa nu-ngheti copilul bland
si ochiul fix lasa-l clipind
pe-un nor de sticla
neonul slab si coridorul
sa-ti franga palma
in linistea amurgului
va arde permutand peretii stransi
pustietate vie
langa carne sfasiata
felina murdara
si pasare de noapte
lasa-vor cerul sa cada peste noi
asa cum tu nu mai cunosti
nici eu nu mai respir nisip
si-n plamanul stang circula incet
pamant
prin vene am ulei incins
si-n suflet inmugureste lin
plutind pe malul ancorat in vant
un vis rasfrant
murmurul sfant
nici buza rosie muscata
n-o fa vinetie
si totusi mori un pic
in umbra serii
prin orasul crunt si-amar
calcand mucurile pe trotuar
scartaind ca o trotineta
sa nu-ngheti copilul bland
si ochiul fix lasa-l clipind
pe-un nor de sticla
neonul slab si coridorul
sa-ti franga palma
in linistea amurgului
va arde permutand peretii stransi
pustietate vie
langa carne sfasiata
felina murdara
si pasare de noapte
lasa-vor cerul sa cada peste noi
asa cum tu nu mai cunosti
nici eu nu mai respir nisip
si-n plamanul stang circula incet
pamant
prin vene am ulei incins
si-n suflet inmugureste lin
plutind pe malul ancorat in vant
un vis rasfrant
joi, 26 mai 2011
lullaby
undisclosed baring of sadness
flying softly and slowly above city lights
dreams and hopes elude the sadness of the fights
we constantly encase in our hearts
and as we sink deeper, the deep engulfs
the little pieces that we break our souls into
hold yourself tight in the hollowness of nights
winds will channel all your sighs
and trees will grow from the seeds of your brightly lit eyes
sing your lullabies to all the hurting children that you killed
while you forgot to laugh
promise to love great moments
as puny and fleeting as they are
promise to be tough
under these gray shades of skies
change your color pallet while you try to sleep
and chant the songs that help you take another leap
of faith
into this life
flying softly and slowly above city lights
dreams and hopes elude the sadness of the fights
we constantly encase in our hearts
and as we sink deeper, the deep engulfs
the little pieces that we break our souls into
hold yourself tight in the hollowness of nights
winds will channel all your sighs
and trees will grow from the seeds of your brightly lit eyes
sing your lullabies to all the hurting children that you killed
while you forgot to laugh
promise to love great moments
as puny and fleeting as they are
promise to be tough
under these gray shades of skies
change your color pallet while you try to sleep
and chant the songs that help you take another leap
of faith
into this life
joi, 20 ianuarie 2011
iertare de mine
precum un cerc
invartindu-se, invizibil pentru ochiul uman
viata mea se roteste
pe acelasi tipar
toti oamenii jinduind
aceleasi dorinte murdare
cateodata cer singuratate
ca sa ma hranesc cu disgratia si neincrederea-mi
in coltisorul intunecat si numai al meu
slabiciunile-mi invinetite si zgariate
cuvinte scuipate pe inima
toate cuvintele care-mi desfac cusaturile
toate atat de supra-apreciate
trezeste-te!
sterge rugina...
ma pierd in intunecare
precum o fantoma
ca un drog pe care nu-l poti dezbraca
rece si inzapezit
timpul curge nemilos
in liniile fine ale privirii preapline
nascute intru ras si plans
desertaciune, desertaciune zace-n blestemul omenirii
si simt necesitatea razbunarii
nevoia de-a muri
nevoia de-a durea
ca sa ne-uitam neputinta
de a incarna visele in realitate
nu te-ncrede in povesti frumoase
caci acelasi de ce me obsedeaza inc-o data
de ce nimic nu are vreo finalitate
de ce e-atat de greu de inteles
ca inima si carnea se razboiesc mereu
cum marea sparge tarmul, si moartea-ncheie viata
de ce nu pot uita nimic
din ce-am trait si-am auzit
nevoia de iertare de sine
invartindu-se, invizibil pentru ochiul uman
viata mea se roteste
pe acelasi tipar
toti oamenii jinduind
aceleasi dorinte murdare
cateodata cer singuratate
ca sa ma hranesc cu disgratia si neincrederea-mi
in coltisorul intunecat si numai al meu
slabiciunile-mi invinetite si zgariate
cuvinte scuipate pe inima
toate cuvintele care-mi desfac cusaturile
toate atat de supra-apreciate
trezeste-te!
sterge rugina...
ma pierd in intunecare
precum o fantoma
ca un drog pe care nu-l poti dezbraca
rece si inzapezit
timpul curge nemilos
in liniile fine ale privirii preapline
nascute intru ras si plans
desertaciune, desertaciune zace-n blestemul omenirii
si simt necesitatea razbunarii
nevoia de-a muri
nevoia de-a durea
ca sa ne-uitam neputinta
de a incarna visele in realitate
nu te-ncrede in povesti frumoase
caci acelasi de ce me obsedeaza inc-o data
de ce nimic nu are vreo finalitate
de ce e-atat de greu de inteles
ca inima si carnea se razboiesc mereu
cum marea sparge tarmul, si moartea-ncheie viata
de ce nu pot uita nimic
din ce-am trait si-am auzit
nevoia de iertare de sine
need to forgive
like a circle
spinning unseen to human eyes
my life turns
the same pattern
all people thinking
same petty desires
sometimes i just need to be left alone
so i can feed on my mistrust and disgrace
my dark corner all to myself
my weaknesses bruised and scratched
words spitting in my heart
all the words that tear me at the seams
all so overrated
wake up!
dust off the rust
I fade to darkness
like a phantom
like a drug you can't shrug off
cold and snowy
time flows mercilessly
as a myth and as a curse
pretty little lines in the corners of my stare
from all the crying and the laughing
vane, vane is the bane of mankind
i see the need for punishment
the need to die
the need to hurt
so as to forget one's uselessness
in making dreams come true,
never trust in fairy tales
it's the same why bothering me all over again
why nothing plays out right
why i love red
why is it so hard to understand
that heart and flesh are at war
like sea and land, life and death
why i can't forget what i have seen
and heard and been
i need to forgive me
spinning unseen to human eyes
my life turns
the same pattern
all people thinking
same petty desires
sometimes i just need to be left alone
so i can feed on my mistrust and disgrace
my dark corner all to myself
my weaknesses bruised and scratched
words spitting in my heart
all the words that tear me at the seams
all so overrated
wake up!
dust off the rust
I fade to darkness
like a phantom
like a drug you can't shrug off
cold and snowy
time flows mercilessly
as a myth and as a curse
pretty little lines in the corners of my stare
from all the crying and the laughing
vane, vane is the bane of mankind
i see the need for punishment
the need to die
the need to hurt
so as to forget one's uselessness
in making dreams come true,
never trust in fairy tales
it's the same why bothering me all over again
why nothing plays out right
why i love red
why is it so hard to understand
that heart and flesh are at war
like sea and land, life and death
why i can't forget what i have seen
and heard and been
i need to forgive me
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