Intre noi si pamant

Intre noi si pamant erau luna si cerul si norii si mormantul lui Dumnezeu Copii jucau aievea, rugi Tu arzi precum vapaia unui rug si dansul in care ma inchin… Si nu te stingi! Si-am vrut sa musc din flacari din ziua-ntai! Tu erai luna; eu acel chip de clei Privind in fiecare noapte cum…

Larg închis

Spunea ca şi-a închis ochii şi a uitat cerul printre pântece – hăul l-a cuprins în căderea-i spre ea – Înnebunit, şi-a pironit sinele în vârful cel mai de sus – sub sine Miroase a ploaie rânceda, spunea – parfum de roşu revărsat din trupul ultimului înger a cărui amintire hâdă am păstrat-o – negură…

Toamna frunzelor rosii

Ma las ei testament, spre a-mi modela flacarile dupa dorinta sa M-am aprins iar – Stinge-ma-va cu furia-i de fier… cel mai apropiat lac ar fi fost dulce binecuvantare M-as fi lasat cuprins de apa – mi-ar fi furat, cu sete, aerul – singurul lucru care pare ca imi apartine de drept. Am lovit iar……

Pictand Rasarituri

For days that I’m calling you The light of the day is true Yes, we’re hopeless Do you think we lost it? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z87arO2T-Yo Purtand o carte veche-n buzunarul hainii Cu ochii-n rasarit, in umbra unei feline albe Ingenuncheat in urma unei soapte… Penita scrijelind hartia – infuriata de propriul strigat In disperare aruncat, ravasul se…

Flori in exil

Sa te intreb de-ai vazut vreodata un inger; sa ma-ndoiesc; tu nu crezi Pierdut in exil printre nori ai ales sa privesti, sa zambesti – niciodata s-atingi… Azi am infulecat un demon – biet trandafir in exil Am sarit la gatul sau precum o fiara iar sangele sau mi-a curs printre colti in suvoaie de…

The…

I wonder which of you I desire more – the one who struggles till the bitter end; she who fights alone to bear an entire world Or the dreamy girl, beyond all that – the one I always see, but hidden beyond the great and darken fortress walls… And only with the corner of the…

Ruga fara nume

Cum as putea sa desenez fluturi In calea unui fir de vis, ce moare – Cum as putea sa-ti arat sufletul Cand l-am inchis dupa atatea gratii Cum as putea sa-ti intind mana intru izbavire Cand singura icoana de-am sa pot s-o port E bestia informetata sadindu-si cuib in mine… Mi-am tatuat visul pe spate…

Bestia

As vrea sa-ti pot fura ochii Cu lingura! Sa ma pot privi, apoi, prin ochii tai. Si-apoi, sa-i mananc cu-o pofta de lup – Pentru ca n-as putea suporta bestia Mereu zambind, si nici macar amar As vrea sa poti sa urli! Sa-mi poti spune ca nu voi fi eu – nici tu –

AL DOILEA RAU

S-a nascut cand metafora n-a mai putut tine loc cuvantului Cand timpul s-a rupt – in doua, apoi in noua, in saptezeci si noua A muscat apoi, cu pofta, din viata, cand noi incepeam sa ne stingem Cand eu am ales, prefacut in apus, sa ard – am dat foc mesei tacerii; Singurul mod de…

Icoana

Trezit din cosmarul amar, isi aprinde o tigara O privire lunga spre cafeaua cu aroma de migdale – rece. A mai trecut un veac de cand au adormit imbratisati Acum insa, vantul fluiera a pustiu in padurea fermecata, iar ielele si-au crescut radacini – au imbatranit contopite-n desisuri Si lupii-au fugit! Iar demonii… ei, demonii…

Fluturi blestemati

Pluteam aieve-n umbra pasului marunt Tu, agatata de bratele lui, eu – eu priveam Albastrul cerului ochilor sai pervestea furtuna Jocuri de cuvinte – intotdeauna cerul, ori pamantul… Ori cerul… Nu exista oras sa-ncapa – Tunetul, cand norii de sub noi, marunte… atat de marunte si-atat de multe… de fulgere-aruncate – ganduri amare de-odinioara si-un…

THE STORY

A gamer’s last card… So here’s the story, I tried so much to hide in plain sight – With pen and paper… The way I never could tell you. I’ll write it down now; will never have the courage to… And even more… no matter how l put it; It ain’t good… A boy, young,…

Amar

Ne reintalnim, tarandu-ne ingenuncheati pe sub pielea unei sanse pierdute… Mi-e teama ca mi-au crescut unghiile prea mult in tot acest timp si-acum pot scurma toate povestile acelea fara sens in trupul tau amar… Trecut; ziduri ravasite ale unei minti rasucite –

the love letter

are you the one?; the only soul I’d lay my head on – tell my tale love letters sent to all the stars; I picked the moon – (green eyes and an) apple of sin I wish I were the whispers on your lips; the shivers of you touch nightingale – no music needed while…

The Song

Sing me to sleep, sing me to sleep I’ve lived so many times this storyteller’s tale; And every time it ended in the same and it became the song of grief So I became the storyteller; Picked up some stars and shards and wrapped them into tales so strong That no one dared to challenge

The Falling

I wonder which of you I desire more – the one who struggles till the bitter end; she fights alone to bear an entire world Or this dreamy girl, beyond all that – one I always see, but hidden beyond the great and darken fortress walls… and only with the corner of the eye –…

The Craving

If only I could crawl into this heart Make it a home! make it a heaven… I crave it… I crave it! desire… and, the most, I humbly fear this… If I can’t have… than may the night be cold! Forever dark, and darker moons… I do not dare to break this world of yours…

The Tourment

The staying away! Not speaking…. Not telling how my heart jumps whenever… I wish I could scream it! And yes, I’m so selfish! I say I and I again and again! Not asking… Not daring to think Not wanting to know the already obvious answer… A thousand moons! An army of demons… the soul of…

L..

It’s been a while since dreams… I see myself with a pencil in my hand, while white sheets are laying in front of my eyes… Yet every time I end up throwing everything in a humiliating rage! Blank! It’s been a while! Maybe I exaggerated holding your hand in that bright afternoon, while walking in the park Maybe……

kill

Kill! Stab! Smash! Stab! Smash! Smash! Cut his fucking throaght Kill the beast and Spread his blood! Fucking bastard! Why don’t YOU just die? Don’t look hehind you! Don’t even dare of showing mercy to the little crying offsprings They’re next! Them with their red hair and sky like eyes!

long

It’s been so long since we’ve been able to talk; So long that I wonder yet again what you see in front of you I even realized that I was aiming  too high and that the perfume from your hands, now laying on mine, its almost like a bless – such a small gift for a…

steal

l know I’ve told you that for this next poem l’m waiting for the right music; Well… I haven’t found it. It seems l am unable To feel other music than the one you Somehow manage to feed me No matter how far you are… l wonder… If I’ll try to steall from you This precious…

I’m going back to the stars…

So! I think it’s time I quit talking babbles; even though I’m pretty sure that every word I’m saying is like an open book to you; like you are to me when I’m around you It’s time I put this in the words of a man; not a lover not a story teller; not a…

play

And why in the world would you want him You do not need to fight for his love you do not have to fight for him He’ll always be there in the shadow Waiting for you! Will he? So go on! Have fun! Waiste yourself Among the the first bourn of the demons Play With…

ice

He dreamt he rose her in his arms Sorounded by the blossom trees Her eyes were raining happiness And she was gazing so in love… He dreamt the passion of a kiss A moment longer than Forever yet this was all a dream of wine And none of this would be…

birth

Will you marry me? She started packing things along the room; While he was waiting on his knees He thought he’ll never see her smile again Got scared; than horrified he’d loose her – So time was given for a choice – no repent And then, when he’d expect it less He saw the ring…

the kiss

he’s waited so long for this kiss, a carnage A feast between the dark and the holy Each craving for the battle within So he took her closer and closer, grabbing her back with his claws; cutting her flesh with his nails – And he bit her neck till It drew blood Such a feast…

Do you think of me?

you give me a quiet mind and I… I… Do you think of me? I kissed her on the cheek today And she smiled; I feel like a child! My heart gives me chills; I have butterflies – there’s a light at the end of the dark and it’s the smell of her skin

complete

There’s nothing more complete than the scent of her hair or the taste of her lips while gazing into her green deep eyes… nothing more complete than almost touching her skin – almost afraid that this connection might turn the universe to chaos – eventually succumbing it in darkness… He never kissed her – maybe he…

chills

With every page I read, the chills are turning back Stronger and stronger, like every little word Is yet another key, another door, another stack; new wonders  to discover, new wanderings to sort It feels so peaceful in this pages; the stories of a boy and a girl yet to discover the paths of the light…