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

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

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

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

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

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 

my mother's cradle

tic-tac
left and right
you must've cradled me in your arms
today you're nowhere to be found
yesterday you were pushing me to the ground
no fly me to the moon's
blood in your spilled milk
i compromise
and close my eyes
burning I feel my heart
but the warmth is gone
so cold your voice
i steal my homes
from happier new-borns
i used to believe
no place for me
figured out your world's too poor
my voice too soft
your smile holly grail
never here, never there

all that black and white
turned to new found color, cosmic light
drunk myself to life too many times
i'm a bitch, i'm a crow, i'm the baby
in the cradle grown
lullabies you sang to me
I remember somewhere deep
but today, you're just another saint
painted figure on my wall
a number in my mobile phone
someone not so real, not so pale
you're the phantom holding me
in all past cradled dreams

I felt lost and somewhat I died
old and frozen dish, stale bread on the side
laughing with that old man hiding on the moon
God's not your trademark mum
the rights you give yourself are not your own
all the times you pushed me to the grave
I resurrected as a Lazarus rewind
and you're so blind you can't see me
stop projecting all your pain like a blinded bee
you sting so hard and oh so deep
I've no more healthy skin to blister and to heal

my mother's cradle
was never here and now it's gone
you betrayed my love, my trust and my resolve
hit me still, if that you must
yet keep in mind my sightless mother-soul
that all you take is forever stolen and lost
you can't fulfill royalty dreams without my consent
there will be a day you'll need me
and a day I'd wish to be there
but I will be so distant, whole and fair
from running far away
no prayers, no tears, no lies will bring me back again