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De ziua ta, MamicoCe-ţi doresc eu ţie, dulce Românie,
Osuar de glorii ruginind de dor?
Din adâncu-i tainic, Bardul să mă ierte,
Că-i imită cântul zumzet de trântor,
Să topească ceara, pietrele să crape,
Cerul să înmoaie jugu-apăsător,
Cu a sa rafale, fie să răsune,
În auz și-n inimi, glasul lui Stentor!
De pe-o bancă rece Răul ne aruncă,
Împrejur și-n case ochi iscoditor,
Cu priviri vorace munții ni-i mănâncă,
Rodul ni-l despoaie până la cotor,
Lupii și-i asmute stâna să vegheze,
Apele se sting în setea lor,
Mai bine ca timpul să dezarhiveze,
Sabia și turbanul de cotropitor.
Limba se-mpletește, ochiul împânzește,
Portul putrezește pe pridvor,
Iele se înfoaie, brazii se îndoaie,
Sfinții se închină la televizor,
Un potop de ape vine să ne-ngroape,
PolymorphismI've been void and I've been full,
Both exception and the rule;
I've been sightless, I have seen,
Things outside and deep within;
I've been shallow and abyss,
Spitting lips and lips that kiss;
I've been cold, I've been alive,
Queen of flames and humming hive;
I've been wild, I've been tamed,
Beast of burden, wrath unchained;
I've been green and autumn drained,
Waxing dreams and stars that waned;
I've been then and thereafter,
Clouds of storm and rumbling laughter;
Saving breath and tear drowned,
I've been sane and darkness crowned;
I've been dusk and I've been dawn,
I've been raven, I've been swan;
I've been grave and I've been song,
Bleeding knees and deathly strong;
I've been sin and sacrifice,
Sanguine circle, holy vice;
Things unnumbered I have been,
Save the warmth beneath your skin.
Pia Non MorieturUnending incursions through libraries of Babel,
The haze of its branches, with no saving cable,
The fallen are taunting through records so parched,
One sip of their murmurs, I'm deeply discharged.
Delving ever deeper for things I don't seek,
Every abyss I unmask becomes a new peak,
That my hope clings to with fading grip,
As I'm slowly driven t'wards innermost keep.
When does the test end? Where do the answers lie?
Oh, Lucious, just face me! Won't bite, don't be shy!
The PathfinderThe thing that I share, the thing I will show,
You've seen it already, you already know,
That thing precisely compels us to it.
When reason dictates that you spit,
Instead I tell you to swallow,
That thought and let your heart follow!
It finds you upright, it finds you abed,
Beheading the sin and giving it head;
In pieces it finds you, it finds you at peace,
Consumed by your engines and wholly remiss;
If finds you in silence, it finds you in song,
Erupting like crackers and dormant as fog;
It finds you in love, it finds you in cold,
Unwrapping the new, enthralled by the old;
It catches you laugh, it catches you weep,
With joy that you gave, or struggled to keep;
It catches you right, it catches you left,
United as one, by oneness bereft;
It catches you soaring, it catches you fall,
To wider ellipses, from shuttles too small;
In thought it does catch you, it catches in act,
The theory it catches, as well as the fact.
The thing that I speak of, the thing that you seek,
Has found you alre
Silentio iacta estLonely shepherd on a root,
calling things and teaching grammar,
and the silence fell like fruit.
Naughty pupils making clamor,
in the court that once was ours,
and the silence fell like hammer.
Heaven raging its guitars,
radiating waves of wonder,
and the silence fell like stars.
Earthly drum is torn asunder,
ash and fire bleed through ears,
and the silence fell like thunder.
The unknown unleashing fears,
sometimes treble, sometimes bass,
and the silence fell like tears.
Silver turning into brass,
slowly dripping all its spark,
and the silence fell like glass.
Beams of hope becoming ark,
the salvation of the heirs,
and the silence fell like dark.
Everything arrayed in pairs,
in the shelter stormed by vice,
and the silence fell like stairs.
Selfish babble has a price,
would that love had kept us mute,
and the silence fell like dice.
Tarziu, adica devremeȘuier, ramură și zare,
Cânt planând în depărtare,
Umbră, stele și cadran,
Timpul ticăie în geam,
Ploaie, ceară și nisip,
Focul picură un chip,
Ziduri, humă și tavan,
Un chibrit aprins în van,
Oase, fir și cristalin,
Petele albesc deplin,
Smoală, scânduri și cenușă,
Cine dracu` e la ușă?
Drosophila melanogasterÎn vița vie-a minții,
bolnave de rugină,
genunile ca dinții,
dau iama în lumină.
Prădând în revoluții,
ciorchinele de rimă,
dorințele ca șuții,
sunt ferecate-n mină.
se clatină de crimă,
misterele ca sfinții,
secate-s fără vină.
în vesteda patină,
speranțele ca struții,
se izbăvesc în tină.
StigmatulCa la cruciadă,
Cu vizor și cască,
Vaiere sub mască.
Pe plaja Morganei.
Pe-ale oglinzii valuri,
Vas făr` de șurub,
Nuntă de sucub.
În cetatea nopții,
Gem de scoală morții.
În câminul sacru,
Focul din năframă,
Ținta pusă are.
Valuri de verdeață,
Grații de femeie,
Condamnat la viață.
Si ingerii se spovedesc: TetragrammatonDurerea ce pricină vă are e de neimaginat,
Dar a cauteriza rana ar fi de neîndurat.
Sunt cu voi,
Sunt în voi,
Sunt prin voi,
Nu datorită vouă, ci pentru voi,
Precum taina ce leagă slovele din noi.
Nodul de-l simți în gât îmi e cravată,
Pârjol în gură mi-i ploaia ta sărată,
Când totul te lasă, sunt singur cu tine,
Tenebra din gând se luptă cu mine,
De soarta-ți rânjește, în piept bat alături,
Orori ce-l apasă te-ajut să le mături,
Un aer fumăm, colegi de suflare,
Chiar pân` a-ți aprinde întâia țigare.
Suntem idee, Suntem izvor, Suntem odihnă, Suntem milă, Suntem sărut,
Suntem cuvânt, Suntem aer, Suntem mișcare, Suntem nădejde, Suntem leac,
Suntem faptă, Suntem flux, Suntem viață, Suntem miracol, Suntem pace,
Suntem monadă, Suntem miriadă, Suntem diferiți,
the only letter I've ever wanted to burni.
if you want to give someone the silent treatment,
the first step is shutting up.
things made much more sense
when I was younger.
I thought there was one path,
each choice a stepping stone upon it.
in reality there are a million roads
intertwined like rope.
I got lost
I chose you.
promises are easily broken.
I knew that,
but it still hurt
spending friday night
shivering in the rain,
choking on cannabis perfume
in a dirt parking lot
your face never graced.
and I hoped against hope
you might appear,
but I wasted my wishing
on ungrateful you.
you died before taking your first breath.
I took a chance
and I should've known better.
you can give somebody all you have
and nothing can stop them from
throwing it away.
you've made this bed,
now lie in it.
you slit this suture,
you're the goddamn reason
I gave up on the month of april,
and soon enough you'll fall on your own blade
like some drunken samurai.
if you want
Die AloneI take apart her heart
And lay the pieces down
In a circular form.
Let her bleed a work of art.
I forgot I’m crazy.
I’ll whisper my secrets
Only if she promises
To die here alone with me.
.What do you want to be when you grow up?
They ask it like a dare.
As if letting your unlikely dreams
slip from the safety of your mind
could bring their own
a little closer to reality.
car crash on an empty roadit happened before
we did. it was more a person
than you or I or that boy
in the park trying
to convince us to
stupid. it happened
before your smile
cracked the sky in half, before
our laughters slurred into
a dissonant song, before
your fingers traced the stories
lying on my face before I knew
just how many pieces of sunshine
were trapped in your hair before
the walls became the ceiling and
I wasn’t claustrophobic.
things I remember:
the red blur of your room like
God was experimenting with the
symbolism in abstract art, the
tri-tone shimmering of your eyes
like the surface of the water, the way
you defined perfection as a scale of
women ending with a less than sensible
me, the way you always moved like
you were dancing and no one was there to
RelativityLooking in the mirror
through the mirror
seeing a stranger,
My chest swells and my heart lurches
This girl isn't me, not at all
She looks like someone
but not me.
A movie star, a homeless person.
Even when I look at photos
no memory comes up
no allowing for the thought that I have a body
Or that the cold of my fingertips,
the throb of anxiety inside my ribs
I see my arm, an armband
A scar, a vein, a ring that has no meaning
But it did, to this girl in the mirror
Even if memory fails
Existence is relative
What Writers AreWriters are people from
both ends of the spectrum.
Those that know isolation
and the thoughts that follow.
Those that know enlightenment.
And those with nowhere else to go,
but deeper down the rabbit hole.
Writers are smiths of the word,
using imagination, experience,
and emotions to temper the
glass and steel we are given.
We fill the page with pieces
And writers are Gods.
Broken or whole or
barely scraping through.
We make you see our world.
We make you feel and care.
All with a bunch of lines,
which we have given life.
Hope in my Lawyer's Paperclip JarMy lawyer's desk on a normal Wednesday afternoon
is flooded with sheafs of white legal pads and errant staples.
Today is Wednesday, but the clouds outside
his twelfth-story window are shaped like loss
and the lines around his eyes seem crater-like in the shadows
and nothing about the last three weeks of my life
has been normal, so I don't know why it surprises me
to find his desk cleared of debris.
I wait for him in a silence that ebbs and flows with my heartbeats,
the zipper on my knee highs tapping against my leg like rain.
When he returns, hands filled with coffee
and the paperwork for a restraining order
against the man he set me up with almost a month ago,
I blurt the first thing that comes to mind.
"There's only one paperclip left in the magnetic jar.
It's bent like a swan."
I can tell, from the awkward shuffling of his loafers,
that he's wondering if he should have brought the Kleenex, after all.
He knows women often cry at things such as these,
reminders of the men they've love
1969, and time goes oni imagine you
thief of space affairs, time would go on;
wonder if you'd manifest
to govern gravity’s empire
physically, just as aurally,
so to walk with a
winds at war
captivated by you; sunshine
gathered in the organized
chaos of your hair: eyes would
dance fires domesticated by
your fingertips, boasting wander-
world laws of light (reigned in
earthen measure). i’d
boast mountains by your name.
the exhaust for gods
of transience (north-
hazed) transmuted back
(for easy drawls from the east)—
i’d sip wine
from the wishbone of your
body of sea. plead
the noise of bedroom eyes
& sleepy smells to soften your
siren’s unquiet tease.
i imagine you,
thief of space affairs;
imagine you in 1969
where our time would go on.
....Nici animal, nici om, nici zeu,
nici ADN si nici Arheu.
Si nici Arheu, nici ADN,
nici Foc ce-a ars, nici Cremene.
Si nici angelic, nici cazut,
nici implicat, nici nevazut.
Nici nevazut, nici implicat,
nici dat uitarii, nici rugat.
Si nici in Rai, nici in Abis,
nici amintit si nici omis.
Si nici omis, nici amintit,
nici decazut, nici mantuit.
Si nici terestru, nici celest,
nici rasarit si nici in vest.
Si nici in vest, nici rasarit,
nici la nadir, nici la zenit.
Nici profan si nici sacral,
nici chip cioplit, nici teofant.
Nici teofant, nici chip cioplit,
nici denuntat, nici investit.
Si nici fanatic, nici ateu,
Nici devotat, nici Prometeu.
Nici Prometeu, nici devotat,
nici neplacut, nici adulat.
Si nici iubit si nici urat,
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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