Of lonely magic

  Have you ever touched anythimg like this? I made it for you , it's all for you to store your thoughts and run away just like I do... I'm lonely right here, right now as you write my mind over and over… swirl your fingers through me like the wind in the night and make me open up another chapter in your book… surely I would have done that had I not had to run through colours of the time, symbolic circles of an endlessness where unicorns building stars fly randomely above my head.. Leaving away musical notes just like an arty trail masking my misty way in the eyes of a child whose being hasn't become complex yet… such lonely dreams carved still upon the oldest stone, a smile fading to laughter trapped somewhere in a sweet second… it tastes of almond, a chocolate almond deep as your ink shining on the pavement where I damage myself with irony by candlelight… Pass over my sugar, love so that the sky can taste it with us!  Emperrors of running, hold on to what I created for you!  I have never ever been more secure as I am now and lifting up in a flow of energy I rise a fingernail to rejoin my rainbow and now that I have to leave you once again and for all I'm only sorry for my happy lonelyness with or without you all the same…

Of feelings and strangers

Strange stranger I should not be talking to you now as you touch my hand and as we're falling into a milky silence dripp all the white fragrance of wisdom over my tired bones till tomorrow shall wash my dream away... Already between an integral splitting of realities crossing the bridge with you but so alone that I cannot see the light on your heart... I throw you down and the water protectively covers your face giving you a beautiful cradle forever within its deep deep realm... I will not run and will not cry the sun shall clear away the original being that created this design of life by the rhythm of a lost heart... The broken now turned into a memory because I drowned you strange stranger and I drowned my tears into a substance more bitter and cruel than that... Am I the sinner for having let you take over? No sure not... Am I horison for your new afterlife? Am I the one who gave you wings to find the answers to all your questions? Did I not hold you darling before I sent you away? Oh yes I am and I did all that I thought and said and wrote for you I even threw my heart away with you so that the waves shall not feel lonely while carrying what was left of your coldness... I did it all for you and I'll do wrong if I run away... So, mister judge, please lock me up under your darkened gates of gold and silver and keep me in the corner of forgotten minds where no letter can reach me since no one would spill ink upon my body as the drippy white milk that sent me to sleep and dream of you, spilled all over the place.. It's all gone and so are you , no use crying over the spilled and the lost... After all , mister judge, the one beloved was the least known and I learned that I shouldn't have talked to strangers... Maybe next time I'll remember not to answer a stranger they only want to drown themselves within me and do me harm by wasting one more life away....

I'll write my heart for you...

  I'll write my heart for you... but if you were in it you'd be my song when notes strike me like knifes on the edge... my back, it hurts too hard I cannot wash away the tears of gold, how dry they are, you're so unlikely to reappear again... There is a crack in the mirror just where my fury lingered for a while and there's a dream on the table waiting for my ink to colour it in your blood, beloved sacrifice of strength fallen upon my book oh keep the letters here they run and fall away turning me from myself to wilder as the sun dropping ray messages spitting light on the clock intimidating me with the ever sweetest smile, drifts away and hides like a coward behind the hugest sea... Come back and stop this stupid game!! It isn't fair to come and go away like this!! And the clock smashes itself under a blink of eyelids. Curly hair allover a serpent's madness of revolution and all this while my only move is projecting thoughts to the cinema wall in front. I'm too tired to get up but as thinking is my main act of doing something I chose to devour a non-productive lethargic state.. Oh, and what a delicious thing it is! Delighted by the taste I write my heart for you! Write it spill it with words, poison it with chocolate love and throw it in your face to catch it back and lock it safe so that we can run away on a cloud with an angel-harp in hand. This floating shelter is to huge for the two. I won't survive if love kills me so fall and write your soul for me from underneeth the ground comming upwords... I'm still material and you are away I'm holding on to a memory because tomorrow might be a nightmare.. You should have been more careful. It's all your mistake, my darling! How could you let me write my heart for your loss? Had you not done that you might have still been alive....

Eu am....

... Am o casa mare... Cat de mare? Foarte mare! Atatea porti ascunde-n ea cutia de chibrituri....
... Eu am un paradox pe nume Focs care se scrie asemenea lui cocs si e un mic ganditor calator care ma face mereu sa-mi dau raspunsul la aceeasi intrebare nedumerita fiind asezate strategic amestecul de nuci cu miere langa ciuperca otravita.....
.... Eu am cuvinte-ntregi cununi si regi stau toti ascunsi sa iasa la iveala doar intr-o noapte cand ceasul bate ora de taina atunci cand toti copiii dorm si cand natura cea desfigurata pare a fi 'Dumbrava Minunata' asculta-i zambetul in sine si lasa-te purtat de tine cararea sigur merge inspre bine....
.... Eu am un unicorn cu doar un corn , nu cu al iernii horn... zboara pe cer mereu stingher isi cauta o parte din frageda sa carte el scrie cu cerneala fermecata din cornul sau... asta doar cate-o data... in general fiind uituc la culme umbla prin lume recitand un nume frumosu-i glas de oameni amintit insa viersul mereu neauzit...
... Eu am floarea de nufar ascunsa-n cufar un instrument ciudat si lent de muzica fina ritm de lumina o nota suava pe-o voce grava matase-apoasa fiica frumoasa se-mbraca-n mare si pleaca spre soare alt suflet scapa trupul se-adapa, eliberare intr-o suflare
... Eu am alegorie in poezie comoara vie din gelozie nu-i pentru mine totu-ti apartine caci eu nu sufar inchisa-n cufar. Pe evantai imi scrii din rai trimite semn vantul solemn arunca strofa ce te imbraca sa vezi cum slova litere dezbraca... Priveste bine naturaletea apoi distinge ce e tristetea farama din mine pe unda din tine refractii rasfrange petala de sange...

DESPRE TIMP SI SPATIU

Asculta-mi cantecul si fugi dupa el.... De cand tu nu mai vrei sa mergi la scoala ti-am inradacinat hartia cartilor in florile de pe pervaz si sclipiri de inteligenta in pudriera..... (moto)
   
  Ne aflam intr-un moment... Intrebarile sunt de prisos acum... E doar un moment in timp iar spatiul e incadrat tot in interiorul momentului in sine. Intelectul momentan nu poate face fata schimbarilor bruste fiindca el ramane prins in acel moment, iar cel ce calatoreste in timp il va observa acolo mereu, fractiunea de secunda atat de rapida ramanand cu toate acestea fixata undeva. Tu treci pe langa tabloul care ramane static asemenea gandului peste care trece o ploaie de ani si-l uda cu experienta, cu noi perspective, cu miresmele unei alte lumi. Gandul insusi desi sufera transformari este ceea ce a fost cand l-ai fabricat si oferind o paleta larga de culori nedeslusite in acoarela, o voce sparta si chinuita de note muzicale incepe sa te indemne spre cea mai interesanta ora de desen. Cliseul ' a picta viata in culori' arunca paletele pe jos si cursul care gandeste pentru sine modifica starile de spirit si coloreaza fiecare picatura de traire intr-un fluid care nu se defineste neaparat printr-un element vizual cat prin intensitatea senzoriala a unei stari de spirit. Raman toate acestea prinse in moment  si stocate intr-o cutie toracica asemenea unei memorii interne cu fibra magnetica. Si inima este o iluzie care fuge din secunda in secunda prin micul ei camp gravitational.... Dupa siruri de impulsuri electrice si reflectii halucinante totul revine la normal iar mersul intregii firi continua la fel ca inainte fara a ne da seama ca de fiecare data pasim pe o noua cale in alte dimensiuni ale modificarilor genetice si umane. Aceleasi diferente in similitudinea noastra ne pastreaza in acel moment impreuna cu tine... Viata trece direct proportional cu timpul, atat de static in perpetua lui miscare.........

Land of no horizons...

    There was  an opening in the air as clinging to the little thread of life I float along the seas and above the sky waiting for the touch of an argument that might bring me down... If down is good then up cannot be bad since it is a symbol of eternal climbing towards supreme sincerity but since I'm  not there yet, the neutral liquid keeps me in a state of ice like a farewell song deeply shaking the montains in a gentle note of agony...
  I write love on cold sands and as the wave comes my fear transposes a musical note added to the solemn artwork bellow the hot spot of the earth and the rumbling rebirth of chaotic order reestablishes a set of new cells for the other one's blood. The wave will not come till tomorrow but it doesn't have to hit my love to break it . Not huge but slowly advancing the fantasy of water foam forming clowdshaped figures under and over the *me in the air*. So I must be in some other world for my sea and my sky are all the same. There's atmosphere and clouds above, there's water and foam bellow. The only difference is the sunny reflection on the surface of the artificial mirror that beholds me. Such desolate pain I have never felt before... So, where are we now? In the circular tunnel of imagination where spinning round and round only to see the reflection of the *up* in the *down*. Protecting myself with a ray of tears I advance on to the other side and the wave softly blows away my love written on sand. The words did not hurt, they just transfigured into something else, an undefined mixture of tenses sent on a one-way windy journey over to the land where sky and watter are all the unavoidable union of horizons... 

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....