BROKEN HOURGLASS

I feel so fragile in your arms and yet I know exactly what to say with the most precise little bit of sand that flows within me and it flows like life in front of your eyes when you blink... you blink me away and throw me down... How careless you are when you see my little shards that break and break with a second's crack that lasts for another minute that turning into an hour and a day at the same time makes you forget the way that months and years are organised and the endless counting holds you back from reality... Locked up inside a dream cut by my shards broken by the loss unknown to you an image of the city turns memories into dust as you enter the state of lucid dreaming... The hill is so huge that your king needs to be carried up . But your hands cannot lift him. They already tried it with me and I was too heavy for this quest so I now, broken as I am ask you not to take him up. The wings of Icarus are melted ever since they were used for the first time and yet you  would not understand.... On the edge of the rainbow another game awaits your arrival and once again I watch you and spread myself all over your path just so that you may take a step and break another shard... Break me and cut yourself again and again... spreading no vitality around us but trying and trying to learn how to fall... You see? That's quite hard when you already know how to fly and once you're up you can't come down. You reversed your time with me and now it's all the same only with an other side view ... No more quests for the bravely fallen however this has to teach you never to destroy the energetic power of your time by ending the life of an hourglass....

ReDeath-ReBirth- Ogneno's last story

\I have always been searching for the end of the journey and here is my last path.... After I loved the queen of ice and helped creating myself in other and other little bits it's time for me to close my eyes and dream of sleep forever...
Thus Ogneno's thoughts flying in little sparks of heavenly tears directed themselves to some new state of evolution, for when there's death there is creation and thus what's left of him shall now be the flow of energy, the sign of deep lightning in a perfect hypnotism of the everlasting atomic movement.
Ogneno, son of mine you were and at your birth I died along with the old nature making you responsible of creating the concept of new. Now it's the time to call you for I want you here with me, oh and I want you so... My tears will drown your fire and you will then be ashes, my ashes and my life in death, my little creative light, my childbirth pain, my last breath and my everything, oh come to me and leave this world behind...
Ogneno's fear was a rainbow of fragile sweetness for bravest are those who know their way across their never ending bridge of feelings. The dying fire smelled of love and souls dissolving themselves make the ink a perfect healer for a heart thrown away on broken paper. I wrote you all and you have become creation, you are a song, the air, the whole and the empire of a me that lived as long as these words didn't transpose themselves into a fictive and forgetful numbness of mind....

A Mirror of Fire ( Ogneno's return )

The misty cover... Cross over a heart long dead stamping the remaining stings of an arrow. Till the next dawn the up will be going down and the phrase releasing powerless glowing figures of past reveries. By melting the ice with a scream the ascending new fragrance of another day slides gently to compose the format of a projected domination remarcable in its shapeless contrasts. If you let me touch your textures you will see we are all the same, lost fictional mirrors of the an illusional realistic reflection hanging from a branch of gratitude pumping the sensitive blood in the delicate hearts of the untrusted. From down bellow the central points of our mother planet up rises once again the one who suffered in space and was then sent down to pay a debt to the life he took without knowing how lethal can the supremacy of love be for a weak human revelation. As the ideas turn into thoughts and thoughts into written material, from this place to the others there's only a second travelling distance and the five senses turn into thousands as the feelings of an unearthly specimen contrast with the ones we all still have. The empathic accident is actually a cry for help damaging inner walls and future plans with its hurricane like speed and might....
The diamonds fell to the ground and remained there struck by a burst of flame. No one can touch the burning fragment that spilled no red liquid from any body but advertises the perfect advertisment of affection. I threw them down on the floor for Ogneno to feel them. He will now rise for the time he had in isolation has been fulfilled. The love of ice that he's been looking for will find him in need but the precious stones belong to the lost one and shall stand as witnessing decorative artifacts by the lonely grave... Morning dew greets the happy flowers at sunrise thanking universal intelligences for a new day and as clocks strike a heroic hello and pearls form marvelous items of jewelery a creeping obscurity sends down an unusual little rain with warm firedrops. We all return to pay our morality back after finding out the what and the why... After a moment of memory refreshing realisations Ogneno will throw himself again in a line of poetry flying back to the origins of time jumping through the stary nights on nimbus clouds and perfect rainbows. Slowly destiny recreates itself  around one single word of rebirth, the notion of being back differently equal to the one before... A mirror, a fire, a dream, an incredible chance of finding destiny.....

The Neo-Creation ( Ogneno's First Love)

Are you the you lost inside of the me? The ray that cuts within my light. The sun in you burns me and your heart feels love as it devours itself in burning little stars spreading from the deepest corner of eternity. Even Heaven has a dark side and you are danger the warmest point of fear. 
He falls in love, falls from the sky in agony along the angry trees that laugh at the sight. Sad wings of fire illumination of a teardropping flame , and Ogneno the one who gave at first his heart to the mortal being kills it with his softest kiss. Delicate roses taste so sweet when she eats the forbidden fruit and then the sting of a wasp troubling the silence of our forest in the night breaks open the door to chance and screams hide the words in an unearthly melodious click of momentary amnesia. Nealing down and hardly touching the ground, the abstract material of his structures produces the crushing insane link between life and death and two worlds in a contradiction of perpetual discordance meet for a slight nano spark in time declaring the founding of a new dimension before her sacrifice. It's a trustworthy spiritual glance at what it appears to be a glow of some silvery substance that covers the trees giving one last hug to nature befor returning to the unbeing concept of humanity and as Ogneno doesn't understand his loss standing over a surface above  the general global monster, the house of humans, he invents and reinvents another strict order of mind flashes. 
 I have created you with words but the power stands in your flames. The tactile sensation, all that was left of her in the far lands of that forest is what remains to be yours as legacy. Ever got any burns? Oh did you ever feel the blackness of the yellow turn your body into carbon and other substances undefined by chemists? Oh, Ogneno, my created, my baptist that made me come back to this, your love killed her body, my words punish your strength with  a lonely moon in the cosmic animosity of light years. I urge you to stay in your domain until the coldest debts be your kingdom and only then suffering shall end this neo-creation of an old universal theory... 

existing for the unreal.....

    The one, the only the symbol of gratitude fading away in the glimps of an error. Oh, make me exist just one more time because I don't have to die over the Sun... Now that the acid rain is spreading allover you and over me turning my chemical structure into an undefined misery, when blood turns cold, when all of love and supremacy collide against the heavy drops turning our silver and gold from magnificent fragrances to a dusty memory. The frame that contained a picture of me is now down in the ground where our bones rest and souls from up high in a forgetfull floating state clearing all remorse with the swish of an easy feather. Falling on my soil, my ground, my lands, the seed that we now plant together creating a new book of life. The old one has been burned by History itself and the legend is not ours to debate for the right of property is not that of a nation nore is it for you to judge its true meaning. You're not a judge! Or are you? Oh, in the name of all legal rules and all codes of morality, let me exist just one more time, just one more drop of life, my judge, my magic invention can revolutionise science compressing all that was known in the beet of a heart and send my beliefs to the clouds when all is done. Is this my time? Am I the rainbow crashing the beauty of an era destroyed by all those questions...
  And now it's dark and the truth, hidden somewhere in this massive obscurity shining upon the crown of agonising irony on a blue rose, an order of chromatic smell of the old scholars who left behind their books but took away their memories leaving us nothing but a theoretical perception of the everything. So, all is an idea of the 'whole', and relative tears streaming down your face are not real. Be happy! It means you don't know how to cry even if you cannot feel at all. Oh, don't let me exist once again for I have never actually existed. In this appearance I was only the ghost of an illusion and gone in the blink of an eye I'll send my pure eternity beyond a normal thought so that I might find my true self in another dimension ..... 

Heart Of Duality ( Ogneno's birth)

   Listening to the untold bedtime story... The sun is flying over a desolated moon and what comes to mind  in my sleepless hour reflected the dream I could reach upon the closest wall painted like a chromatic romantism mixed with the touch of precision... And still I cannot wait... Tell him... And thus my letterlike reported story starts but never ends. Words all seam to stop before the lips can tell them to anyone and the feverish glow of inocence upon my face of tearless crying leaves no dubts as to what I really am... I am a product of the whole and therefore I am nature. This night of pain and fear is what I wanted to end my troubled heart in a bliss of love when the warmest deepest frame of chaos has the mercy to fit me in one of the funny attempts of cubism. The look upon my doctor's face is not worried at all.. He knows what he's doing but the touch he brings with the cold tide is the one of healing pain and screams cutting the nights skies like a knife of call to Heaven cannot stop from bursting from my very soul tearing the white as a notion and splitting cells of atoms all around my  bloody agitation. All  stories have a happy end but the subliminal sadness lies somewhere beyond the reader's consciousness and when the child grows old it takes years of research to reach the final result of the hypothesis. And yet another cry for help and now a blazing spark rising high with my tears creating the perfect fusion of agony in a philosophy of reflections. Now, concentrating on the walls.. What can they say to me? What can I tell them now that the liquid mass of misty substances covers my eyes mixing the chemistry of my skin once more into a new combination, redefining the natural process of the two in one and all this series of wild images within my head as I try to improvise a brief welcoming speach along with my final act as I feal its nearby approach. 
  The room is hot now and all we stand on is fire... The child has come! Welcome my baby, my Ogneno the one born from pain, the child of fire one of the four the destiny of a burning heart without control... The night is only light when you're around and your flaming tears are sparks of diamond I leave you now, my first and final kiss... I hold you now with my last breath my infant ... Oh, let me leave through you in your structure of life in your soul I transpose myself reversing our duality in a vice-verse transfiguration of the two that now become one...
And tell him... Oh, don't tell him any word , just be you and I shall live through you poor life into my long gone soul for time is running short and on my way towards the lights of endless tunnels I see your face, my child, my guide mine left behind... I'd look away to you but now I cannot do so just feel my arms around you where your fire cannot heat me for I am now stone cold forever... 

Cele 4 Elemente

   1. Din intuneric iese o scanteie. Apoi doua. Apoi nouazeci si noua. Si infinitul prin magie e o clipita-n fata lui. Si soarele e rece pe langa trupul lui... Si tot ce vede-n calea-i preface-se in scrum cand merge pe-o carare sau pe-al omului drum. Ogneno, rege aprig,  inima-i arde si sufoca prezenta universala varsa sudori istorice si intrebari retorice in marea sa splendoare emana ganditoarele lacrimi inecate-n caldura ucigasa... Cand negura de scrum e singurul sau pat iar  setea sa fierbinte de loc nu-i ostoita alearga sa-si gaseasca o cale fericita... Dar vai de neguri grele si suferinta sa, dar vai de omenire, de inima cea grea, tot ce atinge-n cale se pierde se usuca. Nu-i cald ci e fierbinte, e ruga cea de teama. Cu degetul de-atinge a soarelui coroana o scoate de pe bolta sistemului solar si-o face amintire intr-un abecedar. A ars pamant si suflet in ne-ndurarea lui si tot mai intetita-i vapaia focului tristetea il cuprinde si arde si mai mult intregul lui se-aprinde intr-un mileniu mut.

2. Pe pat de somn si gheata printesa se-odihneste. In liniste nu-i viata caci nimeni nu iubeste. In locul unde frigul stapan se proslaveste, in locul unde nimeni nu traieste. Verde e doar cuvantul imaginar posibil caci gerul si zapada il fac neverosimil. Halodna, suverana cu inima de fier aduna in ea raul prin freamat de suspine se lupta printre turturi, cruste de gheata fine. In visul ei maestrul e al zapezii om ce se transforma brusc intr-un soldat neom. Cand sufla, cu raceala bruma se si depune. In vocea sa doar viscol si crivat au sa tune cand striga cu manie nimic nu-o sa mai miste caci forta nu exista ca ei sa ii reziste...

3. Copiii inspaimanta. dintr-un nimic se naste se raspandeste-n case in vise si in oaste. E frica si uimirea e jocul aiurit al psihicului mortii vestit de asfintit. E Tiomini, e zeul din intuneric dus spre lumea cea intreaga din cel mai trist apus. El nu iti mai da voie sa mai citesti din carte si-aduce cu el somnul in fiecare noapte. Scrie povesti si vise in chipuri fel de fel. -Nainte sa decada artist a fost si el. Pomeni si rugi adesea sa-l ocoleasca vor dar el se-opune groaznic impotriva tuturor. Si stavila-i stau zorile si-a lui mare iubire caci lacrima din roua ii e spre linistire. Si plange dimineata, a sa mama Utra cand soarele-l trimite spre fericirea ta. SI plange pentru raul ce-l face fiul ei si-ndreapta maini gingase spre creatori si zei sa-i dea fiului pace sa ii indrepte calea si sa priveasca-n tihna-mpreuna cu el zarea.

4. Ea e pura poezie, e concept, filosofie, frumusetea cea divina , Sveta, fiica din lumina. Cheama binele spre ea si din cea mai mica stea face zambete-aurii pe fete albe de copii si picteaza cer albastru si campii cu floricele, face rasete si canturi sa sune-ntre lumi ciudate. Universul isi da mana s-o primeasca in palate iar ea trece diafana peste firavele ganduri si culege ce-i mai proaspat de pe-ale vietii pamanturi. Inocenta ca mireasma freziei de primavara se avanta prin vazduhuri fie iarna fie vara. Se alatura-ntr-o clipa celui singur, celui trist si sopteste fiacarui ca exista paradis.




Ogneno coboara-n nouri manios de fapta sa. Cat rau sa mai fac eu lumii? Lacrimand asa gandea. Dar ajunge pe taramul stapanirii inghetate iar flacara sa paleste piere pana cand renaste intr-un licar  de speranta caci regina adormita tremura de frig si spaima il cuprinde-ntr-o clipita. In dorinta de a face buna fapt-asa cum vrea o cuprinde intre brate si ii da caldura sa. Tot tinutul inverzeste ce murise iar traieste dragostea gheata-ncalzeste, focul lui il potoleste echilibrul se asterne peste cosmosul intreg iar ca rege si regina Ogneno si Halodna sunt acum uniti pe veci in celeste constelatii langa zei si langa regi.

Tiomini, cosmar si frica intalni lumina ei. Se provoaca s-o-nspaimante sa o-ntunece s-o vada cum de mila-si plange dorul ingerul cu chip de fata. Sveta insa se indura si-i zambeste cu blandete iar el cade fara vlaga stors de a sa tinerete. Cu caldura ii da mana si-l ridica din tenebre. Il invata din nou arta fara de tente funebre. Tiomini acum e calmul linistea  si somnul lin , iara Sveta a lui soata, zana cerului senin.

Cele patru elemente ne invata inc-odata ca iubirea schimba totul  in ceruri si-n lumea toata. Eu sunt om, inima buna ce-n povesti va dainui. Prin ce-am spus din suflet liber printre slove-mprastiat va ramane drag de-a scrie si dupa ce voi fi plecat intr-o alta lume mare, in alta dimensiune unde tot ce se intampla e un vis si o minune...