Nonsens

Nonsens 

E abstract, deci timpurile verbale probabil nu vor fi in concordanta … 

… citeam o poezie si ma dureau coastele arse din neindemanarea firii... Zaceam acolo pe gresia rece si ascultam cu drag din metaforele tuturor spalandu-mi creierul cu lacrimi tandre pe cand intrarea in viata nu era mai mult decat o poarta distrusa de preconceptii si prejudecati distructive in abstractul lor. 

Asemenea scrierilor lui Gabriel Garcia Marquéz, realismul de tip nagic al unui miraj de culoare amestecat cu politica si idei inovatoare ale viitorului erau ambientul cromatic al acelei clipe dizolvate in efervescenta magneziului… Emulsia poate si ea sa fandeasca asadar va alege doar sa existe in purpuriul unui singur crepuscul fiindca schimbarea continua o poate bulversa… 

Iesind dintre randuri, cu pasi marunti imi iau avant peste literele ce incretesc mintea… cand trupul se curata cu lapte, componenta magnetica a fiintei se va reinoi prin reincarnarea cunostintelor dintr-o inteligenta soirituala intr-un nou simbol al zilei cotidiene... Cartea e veche… termenul de ferfenita defineste lanturile din cel mai dur material care leaga particule de masa cuantica, atomii nedefiniti ai acelei carti…… si cat imi e de draga… ea, exemplul varstnicului cod al maretiei si literele ei cele diferite si cele explicative… 

O gheata se imprastie in trupul care neafectat de cianura de aur a kui Marquéz plange zapada mesteacanului lui Esenin scriindu-si amintirile ca pe un viitor curent al gandirii… doua minute mai tarziu cand constientul se trezeste din nou in mirosul scolaresc al celulozei vanilate, o fuga surda paralizeaza complet amintirile pana la prima ciocnire… nici macar savantul iscusit nu-si da seama de acest joc din piese de imaginatie format de fapt din informatii precise si structurate care prelucrate asa cum trebuie duc spre subtilitatea perceputa asemenea unui scop in sine iar mesajul ramane un total nonsens pana la proba contrarie….… 

ILMARINEN'S STORY

Inspired by the Finnish legend of Ilmarinen's woman of stone, of silver and gold

She shines like silver in the night
Thy work, thy art, thy love, thy might
Kissing the soil you bravely start
To build her with parts of your heart ( intro by Walkyrja)

Ilmarinen, Hero of a land! Long journeys haven't helped at all to calm thy wicked heart and now thy love cannot rejoice in any maiden's voice, in any blissful colour of the sun not even in the young years on the run, and down you go with fear into the abyss of the fallen ones who have it all yet do not know where it shall take them by the end of times.... 
 Now, the night has set her wings of protection upon you as you work hard without a stop, without a blink, without a sigh... How can you work without closing your eyes, your beautiful blue eyes at least for one second to look inside yourself? Or are you just not there? It's just mechanics... The work of hand four soul is given to gold, to stone, to silver, to her the one that shall be yours, the queen of all the wars the lady of your dreams, the maid of all your tears. 
  Your hands are bleeding like the hands of destiny, of purity, your face is red with the delight of power and prosperity as stars unite upon the sky to bring supposed lucidity and thus thy greatest work is done, the smile, the cry, ferocity... Her golden hair, her silver lips, her metal eyes her little wings the detailed features of the moon the brightness, hours of the gloom, thy kiss, devotion for the gold and her affection of most cold for there was no one to have told thou age was yet by far to old to think creation can revive with cuddles and a carving knife...
Extravagance and elegance suffocating exhuberance the nonsense idle's inocence thw worker's meserable defense... You stand bewildered by untrust wondering how long shall it last till she may hold thou in her arms, till she will rise to show her charms. But there is nothing to it all but coldness in thy enormous hall the sound of ouls sad and severe the morning sunrise and the fear.
Covering face with both thy hands the magic moves away, a dance, another cry of terror strikes and blood does not drop from thy bites.
She has no voice she has no pain she has no heart she has no name... she's cold she's bad she hurts she stings and unobserved it's you she kills... Thou moves along a lonely path hammer in hand and thoughts of wrath and thy work falls into bits.. No more sweet tears no more of this...
"You did not love my mindless art. I made you but had not for what. You answered to none of my calls. Be gone down where the river falls! Down where the water quietl is, down when there's none to hear thy tears. Down I shall throw you down you'll go... Down there where no human has to know"...
He takes the wretched in his arms he throws her down and her he drowns. His renegade still doesn't cry. She has no way and reason why. 
He knows that nothing had he meant , that for him nothing had she felt and then he looks again for love and for advice from gods above....

Ilmarinen, I cannot say a word about you, not just now... You're cruel and dear to all that breathes but you chose to give your heart to the lifeless... I'm down the lake, the thousandth one writting a story that may run from here to an eternal line of suffering, of wish and sorrow, of days of past and of tomorrow, I'll paint your work with words of honor until my last and darkest hour....


NOTE:
THIS IS A KIND OF METAPHORICAL POEM WRITTEN IN A POST-MODERN STYLE ( AS YOU CAN SEE THE VERSES AND RHYMES ARE NOT ORGANISED IN A DEFINITE STRUCTURE) I HOPE THAT YOU SHALL ENJOY THE INSPIRATION THAT I EXPERIENCED WHILE CREATING THIS LITTLE PEACE OF POETRY WHICH I SEND WITH LOVE AND JOY TO ALL THE HEARTFUL WHO CARE TO READ IT.
MAY YOUR DAYS BE SUNNY!
MAY YOUR NIGHTS BE STARLITE!
 

How to feel propperly

  When I was in your arms the world was mine and as I was spinning it without minding the final effect thecsurface started to break into small peaces.... And down we went and dow my love the minute killed passion from fire to ice from the -all- to the nothing
  You let go, went away and as my thoughts would try and reach you my head would always shake in a drop of purple violence as if to throw you away in glorious gold, in bits of hair and DNA all mingled with vice brought down to the floor by indifference... Such pain in my teeth the empty space restarts a set of nervous impulses causing numbness to fade away being replaced by a state of awareness. The stitches have been removed but the weather is changing... Without applying to the natural convenience that one's body position might offer, the head alone , trying to deceive the heart starts independently triangling in another colour rearanging softness  instead of mentally abandoning the whole case and sending it over to past deals stored minutioisly but somehow getting left behind.
 The marvelous machine now starts purchasing the information, transfering the links, the beaming lights, the you into me, the touch, the flow, the tears, the feeling and with a swish of intense disaprooval prepairing a self-destructive contest between the mechanical remains of your presence and my defensive acts.
  The blinking of blue eyes, back to the starting point aware that my exam has failed me when teeth regain their sensorial atrocity sending a musical and painful beat of revenge to the brain. Collapsing on flowers a rehearsal, another play and another dream that makes a black night even longer wrapped up in old parchement smelling of ancient culture revealing the letters that I dread to understand.
  Like an archeologist, trying to be marter then the ones who already know it all, reinventing what I want to want breaking the order with my interpretation spreading the letters all across the sky with a video camera trick... I might pick them diwn later but my hand isn't large enough for the time being....

Lecția de zbor

Ieri am învățat de la tine să-i respect pe cei din jurul meu, iar astăzi primesc drept răsplată zâmbetdle celor din jur. Apoi, când ai.văzut că eu pot face lucrurile dorite de tine m-ai învățat să zbor. Am zburat până ce am căzut într-o libertate plăpândă, o stare în care nu mai simțeam foșnetul vântului pe fața arsă de soare, nici ploaia pe care mi-o aduceai pe petale de curățire interioară, nici natura care-mi curgea prin perfuziile vitale dar pline de viață de care depindeam zilnic. Simțeam inima mea cea umană cum se găsea mereu înconjurată de un alb pur, de mirosuri ciudate și de întrebări existențiale. Pulsul creștea pe măsură ce se apropia cerul de drumul meu, pr măsură ce viziunile delirante asupra raiului puneau stăpânire pe argintul miraculos din care Zeii Vindecării făureau în mod continuu pe o bandă ușor defazată tuburile cu oxigen și aparatura medicală a tehnologiei moderne...

  Iată visele mele! Privește-mi camera! Intră în ea și vorbește cu susurul trist al munților literari creați de o imaginație sistematică spre a strânge lacrimile în cărți legate cu fir de viață stoarse de timp și de obiseală... Ciocolata a rămas neterminată pe masa de studiu, masa anilor, a obiectelor banale care ascund în sinea lor abiotică, energia unui suflet perpetuu... Ciocolata aceea, dulce și artistic sculptata de corpul străin ( viitor ceresc) care cu o seară înainte avea nevoie de stimularea endorfinelor, a rămas acolo pentru a contempla camera fără să știe ca parașutismul, de fapt zborul atât dinspre cer cât și dinspre dragoste are consecințe similare în caz de greș...  

De la grădinița am învățat că nu trebuie să facem rău jucăriilor care se vor trezi foarte triste în zbsența noastră și vor discuta între ele despre râutatea stăpânului lor. Atunci râdeam fără să cred. Acum mă macinâ un gând: noi strângem atâta viațâ în noțiunile ßi obiectele ce nu sunt vii încât într-o zi se prea poate ca simplul fapt al existenței particulelor din noi să le ofere și lor dreptul de a fi cineva, nu numai ceva... De aceea am renunțat ls poveștile cu păpuși... Mâ sperie vioiciunea din ochii lor indusă de cursurile de scriere decorativă pe care le urmează si iștrii povestitori, ciudații favoriți ai binecuvîntaților copii, sadici uneori în inocența lor... 

  Îmi pare rău că am deviat de la subiect... Doar că mă tulbură temerea intrării în propria mea cameră prin ochii tăi... Te iubesc nespus dar ochii tăi îmi rămân străini... Cu toate acestea m-ai învățat să zbor și să cad. Îți mulțumesc pentru această lecție neprețuită căci, iată, acum eu mă ridic ușor ușor și am să mă înalț mai sus decât vreidată am crezut... Îți voi face cu màna dintr-o stea și o să-ți laud talentul de dascăl! Ce maestru bun poți fi!! Nu știi cât te admir!! Ți-ai făcut discipolul să se ridice mai sus ca tine!!  De aceea ești atât de prețuit în lumea ta, în lumea mea , în univers... De ce-ți curg lacrimi pe obrazul cel frumos și nobil?? Tu ai vrut ca eu să zbor ! M-ai învâțat cu dăruire și mi-ai explicat că nu trebuie să fiu încirdată ci doar să respir relaxat... Dar nu te teme ... Am lăsat respirația în urmă căci eul meu e mai ușor ca aerul și mă înalț ca visul spre infinit... Îți place acum de mine în noua mea dmensiune? În erapa zborului meu existențial? M-a înălțat prea repede legea ca să-ți mai aud răspunsul dar oricum... Îți mulțumesc cu drag pentru lecția de zbor... 

WORDS... THOUGHTS... CONFESSIONS

1. AARON MILLER- THE JUDGE
I know your usual text.... you all say the same thing but you never have anything better to justify your deeds... You, you my man, you stabbed,  washed your hands in blood and preached all kind of nonsense to convince us that you're not guilty... My man, you're going to the chair, you'll sit down and you'll have one more minute to say you're sorry before they push the button and blow your brains to Heaven... We have to survive in this world and more like you wondering around here won't do us any good... Is it moral ? Is this the right thing to do? Only god knows that... I have the name of Aaron... i'm the messenger of an Old Testament personality here, even before Christ himself so I guess I'm getting some inspiration from on high... Whatever your defender says in this room is completely invalid to me although I should respect his opinion, his years of intense studies concearning the law, the order of things and Human Rights.... But all in all I'm the one to have the last word so dear man, don't takeit to seriously... There have even been others before you so nevermind... No matter what happens the day will pass... You'll get up but you'll never go to bed with a conscious mind... No... No more will that happen... The decision has been taken.....


2. NUMEN STRANGER- THE THE ONE WHO KILLED ME
I'll not start with my CV because you already know it all... She didn't know anything.... She was the only one who never new that I was dreaming of rainbows and love above the stars of the night while we were walking, while I was holding her hand in mine, keeping her heart warm from the pain, building our world from our most beautiful words, contemplating her figure in the shadows while the fire was dancing over my soul throwing me down into an illusion... That night she made my love come true through a poem that she wrote dellicately on a peace of my heart just so that I have her forever as she was right then back in time at our secret place where we would see one another and admire the angels as they flew to a Heavenly better world... I told her : 'My love, don't you want to go there? I shall soon follow" ... and she said yes.... Her smile was sincere her diademe glew and diamonds were shining as she was begging me to take her there... Naive little child didn't understand my meaning... She believed in Plato's philosophy so the world of ideas was her guideline in life... But still she approved my deed as the blade was softly touching her, gently, kindly with all my love and passion... She didn't scream... It didn't hurt... I'm kissing blood even now as I speak, for all my words are hers forever and even Plato whall agree with my heart... Who could be against love? Not even you, Sir Judge... Not even you... You're sending me there with her without me struggling to do something in advance... See? I always liked the easy roads and now I'm free... I'll soon hold her in my arms and show her that I wasn't that late... I just hope she wasn't too lonely in Heaven but I know she's waiting because her love for me can even change toe exactest of mathemathics and the most structural principles of the Universe.......


3. ISABELLE KINGSTON-ME
I know I love you , Numen, even if your sirname is that of a stranger... My mother always told me not to talk to strangers... They are dangerous, that's what she said... But for me you're not a stranger because I always believed that you, like me and like everything we have around us , come from a different world, a world of perfect ideas that Plato left to us as inheritance through his marvelous artwork... When I said I love the idea of loving you you should have listened and payed attention.... Even now I feel guilty for your tears... You, my beloved, you changed my integrity into fulfillment and took me to another state of thinking and I shall always thank you for that... I'll wait here because I can't get through without you... I'm glad the judge has made the right decision just so that we can be together in a  better world... Don't worry even if your credit card is stained with my blood it can be cleaned and maybe another person will use it... Make sure it gets to someone in need and ask your mother to clean it for you... I'm not a walking prejudice so I'll be waiting at the border just in front of the awesome light... Don't be afraid, darling! It won't hurt... It didn't hurt me at all when you helped me exist as a superior form of intelligence, now it's your turn to change yourself from a phisical structure into a magnetic wave of feelings so send all your love to me with your last breath as I sent mine to you... I really hope you can still feel it... I love you dearly and I shal see you soon within the world of wonder and peace which will this time be our truth rather than an imaginary way of expressing ideas........

Shadows beyond thinking

 ''Step asside from the way of a better man than you
So you fall at his feet he's the one who betrays you
It;s the servant's devotion for the decay.... STAND UP!!!'' (Amorphis- Alone)


The world... this world always spinning around twisting and turning the sun on its way without remembering when to stop or  where it has to go... Poor mind of the poor wrath unspeakably filled with furious contradictions over the edge of a creditcard probably based on a self esteem philosophy that none but you could ever understand... I am myself and you.... yourself of course ... just a twisted brain in a jar ready for yet another examination ... spilled allover the classroom walls forth and back and nowher but in a little slide of informational orders for the untrusting ones who don't exactly know why they have to kill after getting up every morning.... Feeling unable? No worries! Society can sort it out for you. All you have to do is forget that you even had a mind of your own and leave it all on the edge of the rainbow while your darkened journey on a bed of rusty flowers takes you up to the most highly appreciated level of confusion... Game on!!! A joystick, a flash of waves, magnetic vibes and once again you become that nice little video puppet dying and reinitiating your life with the switch of a button or even at the remarcable touch-screen controlling hand of the wisest user ( ... and who said I didn't have you just at the power of my little finger huh?)... ''Laughter... laughter... all I hear or see is laughter'' (Metallica- Master of puppets).
Hear that? Can you hear it??? This forrest is too big for you... You'll get lost... Oh, look at this soul all messed up in a bite of chocolate ... Poor thing... Let's get some help!! Heeelp !!! Cries that pennetrate the night cutting the skyline like the knife of justice breaking the order of the stars and reorganising the arrangement of the world all together in a big huge crash of themetaphore fallen above your head... eternal voice of an eternal singer showt out the words STAND UP!!!!!

Tales of Nykt 2

Tales of Nykt 

Along with night there comes the legend of the being..... 

Asleep they lay, the little precious hearts of a land where stories could move montains and make a stormy sky obediant to the sea of sincere teardrops... So fast asleep and still as the untouched cosmic genesis was now the land of silent walls. Akunigo, the ghost of mistery was watching the moon from a faraway corner in the deep memory of a question and as his small stepps were flying above the hugest Ocean of disperate hopes, a soft windy presence brought some more feeling to the exterior and suddenly all that was then existent started spinning in clockwise direction when clocks were'f even neededbecause a nyktian could tell the time only by analising another's heartbeat... 

A silent sobbing told the ghost that the stillness had been shattered and that the incredible was about to turn into a marvelous catastrophy. 

A dream within a dream and the sign reflected on a mirrorlike compas, avoiding the complex stepp on the edge of the upper world and into the darkness that lacked the slightest trace of expression... And so he went forwards without knowing what might be waiting at the end of an unplanned journey where the only stimulent was intuition . 

The king of the temple, winged and thoughtful, who always heald the Big Book of Metaphores to his chest accidentally dropped a page on the floating floor and from the golden letters of desmay a new dinasty became as one with the Nyktian poetry and brought forward the wild beauty of new art through magic. Carved in the saddest fibres of parchement were the words of the reforging which printed themselves in the most central point of the Nyktian citadelle:.... And thus it has begun and thus it will end with the rebirth of the young and decadence of the dead.... 

.... 

In the human world the wind wouldn't let the man fall quietly asleep in his childish way as he always used to do... Finding he had no chance against the wrath of nature he got up and pulled the cortines that had darkenned his world for the past few days. His pale face was the essence of true pain as that old memory emerged to hount him like a shadow... The usual man never had a chance to create a wall of defence and his feelings were burning his heart in a terrible broken fire...