Monday, 29 June 2015

Crampeie din creier

Intrebarea cea mai simpla
Necesita o abordare ampla:
Oare ce mai faci?
Oare de ce taci?


Am impuscat o egreta
Am adus-o inapoi cu o creta.
Cu tine sau fara tine
Luna apare in mine.

Sunt inchis
De al meu vis.
Sunt prea trist
Si trebuie sa risc.

Trebuie sa mizez 
mirodenia ce-o prizez.
Sunt consumator
Tu esti doar un observator:

Imi furi maciiBai cu sacii,
Cand fumezi plante
Te tii de poante.

Mi-am trait tristetea,
Mi-am simtit tineretea.
In mine stau trei
Sub un falnic tei.



The invisible link

I promise you that my obsession
It's going to last forever or more,
Like an infinite reflection
Between mine and yours.

Disparaged, discouraged
The whole affair was staged.
I hope all will be forgotten
Like quests from kindergarten.

Programarea


Un robot fara buton de pornire
Nu are cum sa se mire.
Somnul naturii naste
Tot ceea ce iaste.

Pentru Cristina, stie ea care,
Ceea care e plecata peste hotare.
Nu ne-am nascut invatati
Deci sper ca nu suntem certati.

Sunday, 28 June 2015

Friends in love

Each page is a second,
Each idea I abscond
Becomes my child
Of a sensible mind.

My blind eyes are hurt
Closed by the court,
Shut within my mind
To cry to death inside. 


For Cristina

I am so frightened to talk to you,
But all must come from me, it's true.
The rest is just dust in the wind
As is all that have just been.

I am not reversing time.
If I only could stop my mind...
Instead I slowly drift in tomorrows
That time usually borrows.

Saturday, 27 June 2015

The source of joy

As for the weak...
Get ready for the new week:
The end in near again tonight
It's felt like a mosquito's bite.

Pain is just the other face
Of a two sided mace.
Left without your word
I couldn't afford.

As for the gone
You are one, hon'.
I'm free of your curse
I'm nearer to my source.

 

Friday, 26 June 2015

The Reflection Of/On God

I want to know what you thought
I want to know that we fought.
I give up today before sleep
But tomorrow we'll go deep.


Life is full of lessons and hardship
You weren't prepared for this trip
What I've found noone can find
Even in the depths of our minds.

Last but not least
There's a god at East
Though He's been hard
Dragging me through mud.

There's a god, on the exterior and interior
For all of you who've broken their mirrors.
Remember how you looked at your reflection
And you'll find forgiveness and compassion.