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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,
How to love a girl who can't love herself.one.
When she cries herself to sleep
six out of seven nights a week you must
say nothing. You must simply take
her in your arms and kiss her gaunt,
pale cheeks and wait for her to
slumber at the sound of your heart.
On the days where she wishes she
were part of the stars, tell her
no. Tell her that there are too many
lights in the sky and that just one
would be forgotten the moment you looked
away from it. Tell her that she is perfect
the way she is: completely human.
Don't let her think about the scars
that no one but her can see. If she
says "I think I'm broken" smile like you
know a secret and say, "No, you're mending."
But do not be the one to fix her - no, she
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
The scarsLife hurts us
It causes us to bleed
Time can heal the wounds
And stop the pain
But the scars remain
For the rest of our lives....
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 modern 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
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.
things i don't rememberi.
what you sounded like
as my ears were forming
what dreams or secrets
you confided in me
what pressures sunk
your proud shoulders
or the first time
i caused you
where i was when i decided
that your footsteps
should be followed
that your ideals
should be made my own
on my body
as i learned the world's ways
do not align
with our hopes
when i first
how my feet dangled
every time i wasn't strong enough and
how you made the world
how you were
figuring it all out
thought that life
See Through YouHow do you allow for your own eyes to see through you?
Reflections hold no meaning,
when the image cascading back, is just your own ghost.
What unworldly realm did you get lost in?
I remember the touch of white glass, pale skin on your brow.
It shattered so easily, with such a soft touch,
if only the touch you felt, was only the love.
But sheets of burning skin, you have now.
This avalanche of you came crashing down quickly.
It was your emotion not your voice;
that started the cosmos to implode inside you.
Each star died out, and they all winked before they died.
It was this bi-polar you, who had split into two.
Through mitosis you defined your real you.
If only the other half could have been saved,
or maybe it’s lost and stored away?
I want to allow you, to see the person you are to be.
But,no mirror I show you could ever speak true to your own face.
Perhaps one day, your true self will stay.
But for now,
you allow your own eyes to see through you.
Our Weight and RopesYour life, little flower
like a snake
from a can
lungs not ready
you hit the air
it hit you
months too early
this life on earth
and its lightning
hit and burnt
nothing about you
was anywhere near
and ever so luckily
your wings were
slow to form too
as it was all
we could do
were barely enough
to keep you
from floating away
pulled back inside
and years later
we're the ones
....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,
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
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